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He isn’t saying he has a restricted diet… okay, maybe he is. After all, he is a grown adult, yet Yuuri struggles with eating a wide variety of foods. What with his sensory issues around the taste and texture of food, he finds it rather difficult to find foods he can actually eat. And so when Yuuri finds things he can eat (such as the amazingly wonderful pork cutlet bowl) without feeling sick, he eats them a lot, over and over again. So, yeah, he does have a restricted diet, but that isn’t the worst thing in the world.
And, besides, it isn’t like anyone he knows minds (well, Yurio sometimes calls him childish for being very unadventurous with food, but Yuuri knows he is just teasing) that Yuuri only eats a few foods. He knows for certain that Victor finds it positively endearing, doing his usual things like kissing Yuuri and making comments about how adorable he finds him in public and embarrassing Yuuri who still isn’t used to all of these public displays of affection – you know, that sort of thing.
“You don’t think it makes me pathetic, Victor?” Yuuri says one night, sitting in bed beside Victor in their hotel room. They are in Pyong-Chang for a competition, and are still eating room service food in their room. He couldn’t find anything he liked on the menu, so Yuuri ordered plain rice and pork.
Victor looks at him. “Nyet. Where did you get that idea?” He puts his arm around Yuuri, pulling his fiancé close. “It doesn’t matter that your pallet is not the most… adventurous. As long as you get your nutrients and stay in shape for skating, who cares?”
Yuuri smiles, all of his self-doubt draining away. He kisses Victor. “Thank you, Victor.”