You Don't Have to Ask (слэш)

“It’s OK,” Yuuri mumbled to himself, pacing in circles around his and Viktor’s bedroom, fingers tangled in his hair. “It’s not a big deal. You can do it. You can do it.” He rounded the room again, letting his fingers brush over the edge of the bedspread as he passed. Makkachin, curled up on Viktor’s pillow, lifted her head and let out a questioning whine before resettling.
Yuuri took several deep breaths, trying to calm the sick, nervous feeling in his stomach, and pressed his hands together in an effort to try to calm their trembling. He squeezed his eyes shut.
“It’s fine,” he whispered, hoping that hearing the words out loud would help him. “I’m going to be fine. It’s not a big deal. It’s fine.” He let out a shaky breath, pressing his cold fingers to his cheeks. “It’s just a date, it’s just a date,” he muttered, and then swallowed hard, pushing his glasses up his nose as he straightened his spine. “This is fine.”
 
[It takes Yuuri and Viktor some time to get used to living together as a couple, but it’s nothing their love for each other can’t overcome]

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