..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.