Dropped Roses ~ Viktuuri (Yuri!!! on Ice)

One Hundred and Twenty-Two

I'd like to define love as this: a feeling you get when you get when you're wrapped up, all warm and cozy, sitting in front of a blazing fire with a cup of freshly brewed raspberry tea in your hands, emitting glorious smells, and you glance over the falling snow you can barely see through the frosted window just to have the smallest smile tug at the corner of your lips, like that bit of joy that runs through your veins when you realize you passed that test you thought you failed, even though you studied so hard for it; it's a feeling of overwhelming joy, one that cannot be described in words or gifts, but in actions.