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It’s strange, to miss someone who is so present, whose face Yuuri watches the sunlight touch every morning and whose steady breathing lulls Yuuri to sleep every night. But he has become accustomed to Viktor’s constant presence, to the way his scent lingers in the air wherever Yuuri is, to being separated from him only by Yuuri’s own stupidity.

Viktor’s kiss has freed him. Yuuri can admit to himself what he has denied: he is in love with Viktor.

The irony, Yuuri thinks, is that I insisted I did not love him when I had him to myself. Now I desperately want to shower him in affection, and cannot catch him alone long enough to do it.

[part of an ongoing series of fics, telling the story of poor and scandalous trademan's son viktor nikiforov's marriage of convenience to the reclusive lord katsuki]