Yuri on Ice One Shots

Mr. Nikiforov

~Yuuri's POV~

"Seriously?! Katsulki? What the hell is this?" Viktor said, pointing at my name tag. I had gotten gold at the World Championships, and Viktor had gotten silver.

"Viktor, it's- it's fine." I sighed. How the hell do you mess up my name?

"No, no. I'll fix this." Viktor pulled a sharpie out of his pocket, and wrote on my name tag. I didn't really pay attention.

The press filed into the room, and sat down. Every hand in the room raised, and the woman running the press conference pointed to the CNN news correspondent in the front row.

"Yuuri, I have a quick question for you; first, congratulations on your gold medal. Second, will you be taking Mr. Nikiforov's name?" My eyes widened, and I looked at Viktor. He was smirking.

"Oh, we're just trying it out. I'll be using Katsuki next time!" He said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. The entire room lit up in flashes, and I looked at my name card. Viktor had crossed out 'Katsulki,' and marked it 'Nikiforov.'

Mr. and Mr. Nikiforov.