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But the moment is swept away with the rise of a new day and Yuuri’s memory goes with it. When Viktor comes to find him at his humble bakery, all Yuuri can do is panic.

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He’s just your average nobody, after all. What would a figure skating prince want with him? A whisper of a moment is all it takes for Yuuri to ensnare Viktor with his charms.

So I got a prompt from someone in a private message and it intrigued me, especially since it was such a specific one, but here it is.

Working with what I’ve been given, I hope it’s alright. Hopefully our concept creator finds it enjoyable or I’ll have to find a rock to hide under for ruining her ideas.

See the end of the chapter for notes. Yuuri fell into the rhythm of the kitchen. His kitchen. He drifted from pastries to pies, from pies to muffins, from muffins to breads, and from there he lost track.

He was hot and sticky under his coat, his sleeves rolled up and his collar undone. He’d only been going through the motions for three hours and already he had dark splotches of food coloring on his wrists, flour clinging to his cheeks and collarbone, and two different types of batter splattered on the front of his outfit.

The sickeningly sweet aroma of dark chocolate hung in the air, feeding the ache in his temples. No matter how tired he was, how overworked, or how pained, Yuuri loved all of it.

The early morning rush was electrifying, lighting a spark in his veins that told him to just go. There wasn’t any time to wonder if he was doing something wrong, if the cream could be a little better, if the filigree was crooked, if he was a horrible baker just imitating the greats he would never become.

No, he could just tune all of it out as he stepped into the mad dash before the doors opened. In the kitchen, as he worked on his own with no crowds or teachers watching, scowling, critiquing, he could remain in a carefully composed bubble of serenity.

He could tune out his nerves that turned his best work into slop, and just set himself into a peaceful flow. The kitchen was anything but calm with its stagnant heat, blaring alarms, and bustling workers, but it gave Yuuri freedom from his troubles.

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He could focus solely on the roll of the pin beneath his palms, the flattening of the dough beneath the pressure, how perfect and beautiful the cookies would be when they came out of the oven, and the look on the customers’ faces when they took their first bites.

His work would make people happy.

That was all Yuuri really wanted. To make people happy. Not upset, or angry, or disappointed, as he was used to, but happy.

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He could sate their hunger and caress their taste buds, giving them a few moments of bliss, a reprieve from life and its harsh realities. That was how he saw it, anyway.

Other people’s food had inspired those feelings in him. He figured he could do it, too. At the end of the day, and even in the beginning, and multiple moments throughout, that was what he looked forward to.

Satisfying other people and making sure that they left his shop happier than when they entered. Music drifted quietly through the speakers, his foot lightly tapping to the beat as he continued to roll out the dough.

He scrunched his nose up in distaste as the dough began to stick, so he dusted some more flour onto the rolling pin and continued with even pressure.

He was just about to grab the cookie cutter when the heady scent of hazelnut hit him from the stove. Turning, he caught a glimpse of the unoccupied pot and rolled his eyes.

The door to the walk in cooler instantly sprang open. I got it! Yuuri snorted.

A woman ordered some emoji cookies for her daughter’s tenth birthday. So they’re going to be decorated with a bunch of outrageous expressions and little happy faces?

So cool.

I love emojis! Your texts are always full of them. We might actually have to get you some help.

10.01.2020 – The camera flashes to outside of the California Science Centre. Now grab me one of those new dresses I am going to rock that stage another time before I go. I just like dressing up in girl’s clothes. I was aware that she had a nice body, but I never really thought about her in a sexual way. And the best part is that it’s Mari… wait, Mari?

You’re like some hyperactive thirteen-year-old. The other man gasped, putting his hand to his mouth dramatically. Yuuri just shook his head and pat his friend’s back as he passed by.

They’re the coolest. It was a three layer chocolate cake with raspberry buttercream filling. A smooth vanilla buttercream coated the outside.

So far it was blank, nothing but a row of piped shells decorating the bottom. He’d just begun to work on the swoop design when there was a loud crash from the other side of the kitchen.

Yuuri didn’t flinch. Yuuri chuckled. One of their mixing bowls had shattered on the floor by his feet, most of the pieces still miraculously held together by the large glob of cream filling in the center.

Giving a resigned sigh, he looked to Phichit who’d finished his job with the drizzling of his tarts. I’ve got to get this cake decorated before my frosting gets too warm.

Phichit gave a nod of confirmation, making his way over to the boy as he laughed into his hand.

Yuuri turned back to his work as they cleaned up. Setting the tip to the cake, he eased the frosting out of the bag with a continuous squeeze, gliding it along the outside of the top coat.

The frosting dropped down low into a swift, yet elegant ‘u’, coming back up and dropping down from a narrow arch.

O’Conner, I will right down there to check on Mr. Dresses for Women, Mini Club Dresses different sizes, designs, cuts Jeremy straightened out his glasses, as he nodded, “Yeah, that’s my name.

He carefully dropped one hand to spin the cake on its pedestal, continuing the swoops until there was one row, two, three, up to the final one that he finished with a flick of his wrist.

Switching the tips, he set in to start the lavender rosettes on the top.

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His eyes glanced at the clock. Twenty minutes later and he was nearly done. Minami popped up beside him, his sudden presence at his side startling him into twisting his rosette too much.

Maybe she’s tired of her brother cock blocking her whenever there’s a cute customer.

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Phichit gawked at the vulgar words coming from such a seemingly innocent boy, before laughter bubbled up at the truth in the suggestion. He thought he could talk down that burly man, all 6’2″ with two hundred pounds of pure muscle on him.

He’s lucky he didn’t get walloped in the face. Glaring over at the youngest baker, Yuri scooped off the failed rosette and placed a fresh one.

His, um… odd affection has been scaring away some of our customers. The letter ‘h’ was half written before he felt a terribly familiar prickling sensation come over him.

He paused, his eyes warily glancing over at Minami who was still beside him.

The boy was frozen in place, eyes wide with his gaze fixed on the cake in front of them. The raven haired man began to feel uncomfortably hot as he stood there, thinking about what was on Minami’s mind.

What he was looking at. How he was looking at it. Why he was looking at it.

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Was there something wrong? Had he made a mistake? I had to have made a mistake. He’s staring at it, critiquing it. There must be something wrong.

He’s just too polite to say anything. Yuuri began to second guess his work, his thin veneer of confidence cracking more and more as the blond stared.

He took a moment to step back and look, eyes glimpsing over every inch. The color was fine, a crisp white that stood out with a pure glow, the lavender warming the otherwise sterile color.

The cake wasn’t crooked or anything.

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It stood tall, proud on its pedestal. Maybe it’s the decorations?

He tilted his head to the right, taking in every swoop and rosette. Oh god, it’s crooked.