thehobbem:

I was thinking of Victor Nikiforov and wondering if he went through the same thing I did a few years ago.

I lived by myself for 6 years. So it was: go to college – go to work – buy something to eat on the way home – have dinner by myself in front of the TV – wash that single plate and that single glass – go to bed. A few years later and there was no college anymore, but all the rest stayed the same.

One thing I’ve always loved eating was frozen lasagna. But I can’t eat too much at once, so I’d always buy an individual lasagna.

Then I met someone who turned my world around and we moved in together

some time later. One day after work I dropped by the market to buy something for dinner, as I was in no mood for cooking, and went straight to the frozen food section. I automatically grabbed an individual lasagna. But then it hit me:
I had to buy a family-sized lasagna. I had someone to share it with.

And I think of Victor at the market, too. Reaching for an individual lasagna, or just one bucket of ice-cream, or one small bag of chips.
Then it hits him.
He’s not alone anymore. 
He smiles and grabs two buckets of ice-cream, or the biggest bag of chips. The family-sized lasagna.
Because Yuuri’s at home waiting for him.