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"Makkachin!" Yuuri called as he poked his head outside, peering out into the snowy yard for the poodle. It took a moment but the canine came lumbering into view, bounding over to Yuuri with a happy dog-grin on his face. The young man smiled fondly and stepped aside to let the dog in, snagging the towel he'd brought with him and kneeling down once the door was slid shut so he could dry Makkachin off. "I didn't think you were ever going to come inside," he mused in Japanese, pressing a kiss to the dog's head as he finished up. Makkachin's tail thumped happily against the floor before he huffed out a bark and ran off into the house, most likely to go claim Victor and Yuuri's bed for the time being.

Their bed. It was still strange to think about it like that. They still had separate rooms but they'd been sharing a bed more often than not, especially when they were traveling. Being home in Hasetsu hadn't changed a thing, even if they were only going to be here for a short period of time.

Just enough time for Yuuri to spend his birthday at home.

Dropping the towel off in the laundry room, Yuuri had every intention of curling up with a book or maybe just his phone since everyone was off doing other things for the day and hey he deserved a day off just this once, right?

Noise from the kitchen distracted him, though, and he veered down the hallway that led to it curiously, poking his head inside.

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Victor had woken up early to toss Makkachin out. He couldn't have the dog under foot because while he was a good cook he wasn't the best baker. Yuuri's mother had left a detailed recipe but..

Well.

He looks up from the bowl he was whisking, flour on his face. His hair was pinned back with barrettes and the apron around his waist was a folded pink one from a small Japanese woman.

"Yuuri! You're awake! I didn't expect you awake this early!"

..Okay Yuuri's not sure if he's ever seen anything quite as adorable as this. Victor, in an apron, baking.

Is this seriously his life right now?

There's an amused but still fond smile on his lips as he steps fully into the kitchen and makes his way over to where his fiance is. He instinctively reaches up to brush some of the flour away, a laugh bubbling up in his throat.

"I heard Makkachin outside. What are you up to?" he mused, eyebrow lifting as he glanced at the bowl.

Victor knew he must be a mess, with Yuuri trying to clean him up the moment he came close. If Victor could do one thing it was to make a mess regardless of how careful he was in not making a mess. Considering flour liked to puff up everywhere he was truly doomed from the start with this one.

"I kicked him out because he was begging and begging to go out, but decided he wanted to come back in not five minutes later."

Rotten dog. At least he was staying out of food he wasn't supposed to be getting his nose into lately.

"Um.. Well." Victor looks at the bowl, then laughs at himself. "I asked your mother how to make that fancy cake, the ones you make for Christmas..? I really liked it! I thought I could make you one for.. your ... birthday. Though I'm not the best baker.. I can only be top at one thing, you know."

Yuuri blinks in surprise, hand ending up against Victor's cheek as he takes that in. His fiancee was baking him a cake? For his birthday?

"...Victor.." he murmured and all at once his gaze softened and he smiled adoringly. "I don't mind if you're the best at it. I'm sure it's going to taste fine." If only because the other was making it, was going out of his way to do something he wasn't great at just for Yuuri.

God did he love this man.

"Thank you." Pushing himself up to press a kiss to Victor's lips, Yuuri lingered for a moment before he looked over to the counter. "So what can I help with?"

Victor leans his face into the touch on his cheek before shaking his head quickly. "Oh no no, I'm supposed to make it for you. You can't make your own cake!"

He flicks some flour at Yuuri to shoo him away, laughing lightly. "Why don't you go ahead and sit down. Or, I know, here, if you really want to help."

He passes the bowl of batter over, since he was clearly having trouble. "I'm supposed to whisk that to a certain consistency but I don't know what your mother wrote to be honest. She did her best..."

"I can help though!" Yuuri said through a laugh. "I won't do everything--just some things!"

He playfully sighs when the other shoos him towards the table and starts to go when Victor offers another option. Yuuri takes the bowl and a soft smile appears when the other admits he wasn't able to read what was written down for him.

"I'll take care of this. She probably wrote parts of it in Japanese without realizing it."

He picks up the recipe, then turns it for Yuuri to look at. It was indeed a mix of broken english and Japanese. He could read some but not all of it. Some of the words didn't make sense and that was probably due to the unfamiliar handwriting as well. It was a bit.. short hand garbage to be honest, at least to Victor.

"I think I figured out the frosting at least. I mean, it can't be that hard"

It was actually that hard and Victor was immediately confused as to what type of sugar it was supposed to be but he was going to do his best.

Yep. That was pretty typical for his mom. Even when she was writing solely in one language she tended to use crazy short hand. Luckily Yuuri had gotten very good at reading it over the years and he just smiled.

"If you need help, I can help with that too," he offered as he started to stir the mixture in the bowl, moving over to the counter to look over what all Victor had grabbed--

And pausing so he could pull out a few other ingredients and add them to the mixture.

Yuuri's mother often spoke too quickly for Victor to keep up, though she did her best. Her writing was.. well it was grossly difficult and Victor was surprised that he'd gotten as far as he did. He hadn't wanted to ask for help of course but.. Japanese wasn't a language that came easily for Victor, even being here among Japanese speakers.

English? Yes. Japanese? He needed to work on it.

"Yuuuu~ri.. if you do too much then it won't be me making you something sweet for your birthday but you making something sweet for your birthday. It doesn't have the same flair."

He flicks confectioner's sugar at Yuuri now, poffing some against Yuuri's cheek.

"Oh no, you got sugar on you~"

Then he leans in, kissing that spot on Yuuri's cheek. Had to get it off didn't he?

Yuuri chuckled softly, giving the other a playful look.

"I'd rather have something edible that I helped make instead of something inedible because you weren't able to read the instructions, Vitya," he mused, only to flinch out of instinct when the sugar is flicked his way. He blinks a few times and starts to say something only to have the words melt into a laugh as Victor takes it upon himself to lean in and kiss it away.

"You're ridiculous, you know that?" And in retaliation he flicks some sugar at the older man in return, grinning playfully.

"How could you say something I would make for you would be inedible? Wouldn't you love me enough to eat it anyway?" Lets be honest, Victor wouldn't love Yuuri enough to eat anything questionable, that was for certain.

And poff, sugar to the face. He blinks a few times then slowly dips his fingers into the fluffy sugar.

"Well.. if that is how it shall be... Then your hair will be as blonde as mine when I'm done with you!"

"...I love you, but I'm not sure I could bring myself to eat a cake that was as hard as a rock," he said sincerely though it was obvious he was trying not to laugh again.

He can't hold it back for long, though, especially when Victor dips his fingers into the sugar. Yuuri immediately tries to grab the other's hand, shaking his head with an impish look.

"Oh no you don't! I'm perfectly fine with black hair!"

Victor lifts his hand quickly, sending sugar spilling down over them. He still had a handful of sugar and he lets it flutter down around them like snow. Very sweet, tasty snow that really didn't need to be all over the kitchen but.. alas, it was already happening.

"Your hair is beautiful indeed. And it would be much too hard to change it... though I could probably dye mine."

He taps his chin, looking thoughtful as he gets sugar on his face. "I could dye it brown to match your eyes...~"

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