Excuse you, Yuuri sets his plate aside like a proper young man, even if the things he's doing with the rest of himself are hardly proper.

He's not expecting the hands in his hair and he makes a soft noise to that, the kiss deepening almost reflexively a moment later. The tiny voice turns into a scream, but so does how good this feels, and Yuuri is scrabbling blindly for connection and here it is, all the connection he could want. He winds one of his arms around Minami's waist, pulls them closer on the bench, deepens the kiss again.