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yurionice-secretsanta · 6 years ago

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To @feshnie From @awesome-cookies-and-cream

Merry Christmas! i didn’t really know what you liked so I just did this…accept my 8,000 words worth of love for you!!!

Phichit was just a day before the second semester. College wasn’t that bad. In fact the classmates he’s with were pretty friendly (some of them are kinda useless at group presentations though.) The rooms were very nice. He managed to make his dorm feel more like home just about two weeks ago. His roommate wasn’t as bad as he thought he might be. (He’s almost never there. In fact Phichit might have seen him a grand total of six times. Other than that, he had no problem.) He could have gotten worse, he often reasoned with himself. Over all, he might think his decision to study in America was going in smoothly. The only things that’s been an issue so far was the godforsaken weather and the Russian Roulette game between landing on a fun, caring teacher, versus a devil incarnate teacher that thrives on the suffering of their students.

Phichit did not enjoy dealing with his previous professors. (Phichit learned that the devil is not, in fact a he, but was actually a she. And she goes by the name Lilia Baronovskaya.) Anyway long story short, Phichit was not exactly lucky with his professors last semester. This semester though, he’s hoping he could get a really awesome and caring one at best, to mildly indifferent at worse.

Basically, from what Phichit had heard, the one he had to worry the most for this semester was organic chemistry.

There were only two people worth noting, anybody other than that would mean tranquil waters.

His safest bet was professor Cialdini. He was a lax teacher. In fact, he’s often out if town and classes under him were often cancelled. Though gives out good grades easily, you’ll hardly learn anything this semester. If all you wanted was to pass, then this was the right place for you.

Then there’s professor Katsuki.

He was the newly accepted professor from the previous semester and there’s little to no information about him. There wasn’t enough data to make a definite opinion of how he really is. Some people say he’s too strict, too serious. He was often seen glaring at everything he ever looks at. His dark eyes were things of nightmares and nobody had ever endured his glare. You do not want him as a panelist for your thesis presentation. Also, do not upset him in your first day.

Phichit had to admit the new professor was pretty intimidating, but so long as it was not Baronovskaya, Phichit would take it anytime. Phichit was not actually ready to go through the ninth circle of hell right after he crawled out of it. He barely passed last semester and he’d fought tooth and nail for that barely passing grade but he’s perfectly convinced that nobody can get any worse than her.

Now here he was sitting in organic chemistry, waiting for what could be his salvation or damnation.

Ten minutes passed. People were slowly packing up their stuff, ready to go home after the fifteen minute mark.

Twelve minutes.

Their professor was still nowhere to be seen. The only guy who arrived was the latecomer in a hoodie and a black backpack who entered the room with long purposeful strides. He was sweaty, obviously trying not to get late on his first day. Lucky for him the professor wasn’t around yet.

“Hey nerd! Maybe you wanna chill a bit? The prof isn’t even here yet.” Some guy at the back teased. He looked brash and loud, the regular asshole stereotype. His lackeys laughed even though there wasn’t anything really funny. Yes, the man was starting to play the role of the arrogant bastard in those cliché Hollywood movies.

The hoodie dude stared at the guy, his eyes were dark and cutting, just a little bit annoyed. Somehow Phichit had a bad feeling about it.

The hoodie guy ignored the remark and instead placed his bag down, uncapped a whiteboard marker he apparently had been keeping in his pocket, and wrote on the board in a neat script.

Professor Yuuri Katsuki, Organic Chemistry I

Phichit could see the arrogant bastard’s face slowly pale at every letter added on the board.

Professor Katsuki turned back and looked the man in the eye, in which the man ended up standing rigid in place.

“Now that you all know my name I believe we can start by looking over what we will be discussing over the semester. We shall also discuss my criteria in grading. That way you will know if you will fail by the end of the semester.” Professor Katsuki never left his gaze from the man, making sure to look at him especially at the word fail.

Phichit then understood what the rest meant when they said professor Katsuki was someone you didn’t want to piss off.

“I think I’m going to flunk organic chemistry.” Phichit mumbled as they met up with his friends for lunch.

“Who did you get?” Guang-Hong piped up from beside Leo.

“Katsuki.” Phichit burrowed his face in his face in his arms.

Leo patted his head in consolation. “There there. I’m sure he’s not that bad.”

Phichit responded with a groan. “He gave us a test in our first day. I failed gloriously.”

Guang-Hong and Leo smiled at him with sympathy. “Maybe he’s not actually that scary. He’s just mysterious and people fear things they don’t understand, see?” Ah that’s Guang-Hong’s wise words for you.

“I like Katsuki.” Was the first thing Seung-gil said the entire lunch break.

“Of course you do. You’re almost alike.” Phichit moaned his miseries. “Plus you’re pretty smart. There’s no way he could fail you.”

Seung-gil shrugged and continued to eat his lunch. It wasn’t quite helping Phichit’s case. Maybe it was time to accept that he was just unlucky with his professors.

“Anyway, any of you want to hang out in my place later? We could binge FMA.” Phichit’s pretty sure his roommate won’t mind. He hadn’t seen the man in weeks now. Their schedules just never seemed to match.

“Yeah, I’m down for some alchemy action. I’ll bring drinks.” Guang-Hong grinned.

“Hey! I’ll bring popcorn. Seung-gil wanna come?” Leo asked.

When the Korean nodded without much protest, they let out a big whoop of excitement.

“Great! Let me set it up.” Phichit decided to forget about organic chem for now. That’s a problem for his future self.

No matter how much Phichit wanted to dislike professor Katsuki, he really couldn’t find it in him. He taught his material well. In fact, Phichit had learned more about organic chemistry under the man than any other professor. He actually understood what he was doing…most of the time.

The only problem was that he’s very particular with their lab experiments. That, and it didn’t change the fact that he was scary and intimidating as fuck. Nobody knew anything about him and his life outside class, not even the other teachers.(Some guys tried to ask professor Cialdini about him. Even he was unable to answer anything remotely interesting.)

There a few things one would know from Professor Katsuki and Phichit had made a list:

1.) He’s often mistaken as a kid despite being on his mid-twenties or something.

2.) He loves worn down hoodies and is not exactly helping the case above.

3.) He’s hella freakin smart

Phichit thinks number three was already obvious. The way he talked about his subject sounded so professional and yet it’s understandable, stripped to the basics unlike pretentious people who cannot explain things in layman terms. Phichit appreciates that he’s open to questions and would answer them in the easiest possible way. Although, asking him kinda does need some courage. The glare also seem to soften when he’s discussing. It’s subtle but there.

They just discovered about a fourth on the list though. That was when they managed to cram two and a half lesson in less than two meetings.

4.) He hates wasting time.

Everything was on the rush under professor Katsuki, but it was a calculated rush. You can miss any other subject, all but organic chemistry with professor Katsuki. On one hand, they actually made good use of their textbook and it was not bought for nothing. In fact, they were nearly half way. On the other hand, the stress of one session was killing them all. Phichit’s brain was on fire. His mind says doctor but his heart screams rice farmer in the rural areas of Thailand.

Phichit wanted to think he cared about his students despite the outer persona he shows, the strict teacher. Someone did fall asleep in front of him while he was discussing about acid-base chemistry. Everybody sucked in their breath when they saw him approach the unknowing student. Nobody dared move. The sound of Mizuno rubber shoes (yes Mizuno, everything he owns are slapped with Mizuno labels.) on tiled floors felt so loud as he walked towards the unsuspecting Emil Nekola.

“Mr. Nekola.” He nudged his shoulder gently. He was responded with a groan. He tried again. “Mr. Nekola.” Still a groan. He turned to the person beside him with a sigh. “Please take him to the nurse’s office,” He said. “I’d rather you take absence than to get sick.”

The person next to him nodded and immediately helped to bring Nekola to the clinic.

“I know I asked you to limit your absences from this class at the first day, but do not compromise your health for this. It’s pointless when you can’t even absorb what I’m discussing about. It’s a waste of time. Rest is being productive too. I am more than willing to give you extra time to catch up when you’re sick.” He said. Phichit then thought, maybe he wasn’t really that bad. Maybe he just needed a little warming up.

“Now,” The professor continued. “We still have to answer three worksheets before the period ends and I will let you bring home two more to be checked next meeting.”

The class groaned. One glare from Katsuki and they immediately shut up.

“The man is a taskmaster.” Phichit threw his bag haphazardly on the floor as he opened the door. “I give up. I’m going to be a rice farmer in the outskirts of Thailand. Maybe a goatherd in the Swiss Alps. That way nobody will bother me.”

Seung-gil, Guang-Hong, and Leo were waiting for him in his dorm room. Surprisingly it was left open. Maybe his roommate forgot to lock it? Nothing seemed to be missing though, thankfully. But Phichit would’ve wanted to talk to his roommate about safety.

Phichit glanced at the TV screen and yelped when he realized the opening sequence was already playing. Haikyuu was on the screen.

“Hey! Don’t start without me you little shits.” Phichit kicked off his shoes and shoved Leo to scoot over the bed. Guang-Hong giggled and Seung-gil just groaned.

“Weebs.” Phichit rolled his eyes, squeezing between Guang-Hong and Seung-gil.

“You’re a weeb too. Shut up.” Leo snorted. Phichit smacked him in the face with his pillow. Leo retaliated.

They all paused when the door opened and a tall pale man with long braided blond hair entered the room.

“Oh.” Was what he said. It was Phichit’s roommate.

“Hey. You don’t mind me having people over…right?” Phichit asked with hesitation. The guy was wearing this deep scowl that somehow reminds Phichit of someone.

The guy looked over where the four of them were sitting. Then to the TV screen.

“Is that Haikyuu?” He asked, eyes never leaving the screen.

“Yeah.” Phichit shuffled uncomfortably. What was it with the people around him and their intensity? It didn’t help that he was wearing a leopard print leather jacket and had the heaviest Russian-like accent as if he was a bond villain. The man slid his gaze back to Phichit in a disenchanted way with grace that only he could possibly do. Tension. There was this invisible tension in the room.

“Whatever. Do whatever you want.” The guy said after picking up his bag and leaving the room as quickly as he came.

When they were sure he already left, the four let out a deep exhale. Seriously, talk about intense people.

“Hey, have you heard? There’s going to be a fire drill tomorrow.” Leo said in an attempt to bring back the fun atmosphere from a while ago.

“Uh…really?” Phichit mumbled, distracted.

Fire drills mean cancelled classes. So long as it doesn’t fall on organic chemistry, it’s all going to fine.

“Midterms is fast approaching,” Professor Katsuki started. “We’ll try doing this as fast as we can. The exam is a collaboration between the other professors and you might miss some items because we haven’t discussed it.”

Just as he started writing on the board, the fire alarm went off.

“Fuck.” Katsuki hissed. His eyes narrowed into slits as he ran a hand through his hair. He stared at the class, which everyone averted.

“Let’s pretend we didn’t hear that.” He decided and continued writing on the board. The class continued taking down notes that was, until the door opened and professor Cialdini entered.

“Dr. Katsuki, we-”

He paused, staring at professor Katsuki who only stared back. A quiet conversation was exchanged between the two until professor Cialdini merely nodded and left the room without any other word.

There were two things that registered to Phichit and so he added to the list of things he knew about professor Katsuki:

4.) Professor Katsuki had finished his PhD. Otherwise he wouldn’t be called doctor.

5.) His deadly stare could bring down even professor Cialdini.

There were distinct noises outside. A familiar sharp female voice was giving a rather long lecture. Phichit knew that berating voice all too well.

It was professor Baronovskaya. She was not pleased.

Professor Cialdini reentered the room, stared at Katsuki with remorse. This time Professor Katsuki sighed.

“Okay. Since we won’t be able to discuss this, I will hold a tutorial this Saturday. Anybody can sit in. We can discuss the things you didn’t understand too. For now please form two lines and proceed to safety.”

Phichit added another one to the list and somehow this added some sort of comfort inside him.

6.) Even Katsuki isn’t exempted from Baronovskaya’s wrath.

Phichit started searching professor Katsuki’s social media once more. (A lot had tried and a lot had failed. Phichit is one of them too.) Either he lived his life as a hermit and didn’t own any SNS or it was in Japanese because there really was nothing.

On the other hand, searching for Yuuri Katsuki on Google can produce a lot of different articles, mostly thesis dissertations and research proposals. His name appears on different news articles too, albeit it was all in Japanese so there was no way to understand it.

Either way, Phichit added a couple more to his list:

7.) The man was currently twenty seven years old and he received his doctorate just last year.

8.) Dr. Katsuki was a famous name in the world of academia.

9.) The man was hecking smart.

The man published books. He was highly acclaimed. Phichit really shouldn’t be dumbstruck, but he was. He shut his laptop with a resolute sigh just as the door suddenly burst open and the same blond man entered, except his hair was in a bun now and he was wearing a comfortable sweater instead of the tacky leopard print jacket he wore last time. He didn’t really bother with any greetings, he just took off his shoes and dived face first onto the mattress, probably to pass out.

“I don’t really get why you’re here after being missing for the entire semester.” Phichit stared at the figure laying on the bed. The sudden presence of his roommate had thrown him off balance.

“The Old Man’s probably fucking the pig as we speak.” He said as if that answered everything. It only left Phichit with more questions. He kept fidling with his phone. All his stuff were cat themed. Even the sweatshirt he was wearing and the leather jacket he had last time was cheetah printed.

“…right.” Phichit tried to continue with his essay. Keyword: tried. He ended up glancing back to the man.

“Spit it out.” He snapped. He put down his phone and glared at him, irritated.

“What do you mean?” Phichit averted his gaze.

“You have questions. Ask away. I can hear you thinking from here and it’s fucking annoying.“ He rolled his eyes.

"Uhm…I don’t really know your name.”

“Huh?!” His scowl deepened. “It’s Yuri Plisetsky. And you are?”

“Phichit Chulanont. Why are you always out anyway?”

“I don’t like the shitty dorm. The pig’s apartment is better plus there’s free food. Even if he and the Old Man are gross all the time.” He crossed his arm across his chest. “The stupid rules needed foreign students to have dorms at least in their first year. Well at least I can get away when I don’t want to hear those two being all nasty.”

Phichit nodded with sympathy. He could remember when his sister would bring her boyfriend back in Thailand. He never got to sleep at night.

Yuri’s phone rang. A scowl returned to his face when he picked up the call. “Hey Old Man. Da.”

Phichit did not understand the next conversation. It was spoken in rapid fire Russian. Or at least it sounded Russian. Plisetsky sounded Russian. Yuri looked like he was cursing whoever was on the other end.

Somehow the call ended and Yuri tossed his phone on the bed with frustration. “Guess like I’m sleeping here.”

“Well…wanna watch something?” Phichit asked. “I could set up Netflix and watch. Or whatever you wanna watch anyway. Your pick.”

Yuri peeked at Phichit. “…do you watch My Hero Academia?”

Phichit felt his lips immediately stretch into a grin. “You came to the right place buddy.”

“Awesome,” Yuri sat up. “Put that shit on.”

Phichit had a good feeling about a new friendship that’s about to bloom.

It had been raining hard that day. Phichit was trying to find shelter from the rain when he noticed a figure crouching on the sidewalk.

Upon closer inspection it was actually Dr. Katsuki and he seemed to be coaxing something out of the corner of the dumpster.

Phichit tried not to think about it until it was time for organic chemistry and Dr. Katsuki arrived seven minutes late and drenched with the rain. He was splattered with mud and he was dripping from head to toe, except he didn’t really seemed to notice.

He carefully set his backpack on the floor instead of his table, his eyed narrowed at the class.

“Sorry I was late. Got caught on…something… Yeah.” Which totally sounded the least bit suspicious. He started writing on the whiteboard when..

Yip.

He paused and stood rigidly. Then he seemed to pay it no mind, continued writing with hard determination.

Yip yip.

There it was again.

Then the sound of shuffling and whimpering were heard, followed by scratching. The class didn’t dare breath or move as Dr. Katsuki turned to them and narrowed his eyes into slits as if suspicious.

Yip yip yip.

More scratching.

A bated breath.

Dr. Katsuki sighed. He picked up his black backpack with an expression almost akin to that of a kid caught eating cookies he was strictly told not to.

What came out of the bag elicited a surprised gasp.

It was a white fluffy dog that poked its head out of the bag, tongue lolling out, and he had the most adorable dark eyes ever.

The class lost their shit. There were students who whipped out their phones and started to take pictures, others were cooing from its cuteness. Some were just whispering among themselves.

Phichit then realized what the man was crouching on the pavement for. Plus the dog looked newly groomed and treated. He must have spent his break period cleaning it.

“Everybody settle down.” Katsuki commanded.

The commotion died down in an instant. His power over crowds was still a bit overwhelming.

“Don’t mind the dog. Just..just… Let it do its thing.” He said softly.

It was admittedly hard to focus when there’s a ball of fluff walking around the room, demanding pets. Nobody’s complaining though. It was quite adorable to see it climb over Dr. Katsuki’s desk and the former patiently taking him down to the floor, only for it to do it all over again.

Somehow, Dr. Katsuki got tired of this and decide to just carry the dog while he continued his lecture. He brought up the dog in level to his face. The dog happily licked his cheek, which apparently was a shock to him because he turned bright pink as he mumbled. “Yamette-kodasai.” The dog yipped once more as if in agreement. It was more than willing to be carried and tucked in the front pocket of Dr. Katsuki’s hoodie.

10.) Dogs like him

So there’s an intimidating man perpetually glaring while holding a white fluffy puppy as he went on to talk about carboxylic acids and derivatives.

It was a funny sight. Phichit made sure to take a pic. It made him less… Scary. Because if dogs trusted him, people can too, right?

Dr. Katsuki didn’t look bothered though. In fact, there’s a telltale upturn on his lips, just a small twinkle in his eyes.

11.) He likes dogs too.

“I swear though, they don’t give class B enough screentime."

This had been a ritual of some sorts. Every Friday night, they try to catch up on their shows in Phichit’s dorm. It’s the only one with a TV see. Sometimes they play Mario Kart when they have extra time.

On screen, Bakugou was held hostage by the villains.

"I’d let Dabi kick me in the face and I’d still thank him for it.” Phichit commented. The others nodded in agreement.

“That guy…” Yuri gestured at the screen. It was Shigaraki, a man with a hand for a mask. Why his mask was shaped like a hand, no one knew. He creepily calls it ‘father’ an all that jazz. “I don’t like that guy. He’s a fucking brat.”

They were surprised when the Russian opted to stay and watch with them. He was often out, but quite recently, he’d been around the dorm.

The two lovebirds probably want to do it at every inch of the apartment now that they’ve officially managed to settle down. Yuri once said with a shudder. I can’t look at the kitchen, the dining table and the couch the same way again.

Apparently he’s walked in on them a couple of times and they still got no shame. So now he’s trying to avoid any of those awkward encounters by staying more in the dorms.

“Reminds you of someone?” Phichit snickered.

Guang-Hong smiled. “He does sound like Yuri, doesn’t he?”

Yuri snarled. “He doesn’t sound like me! And I don’t scratch my neck like a creep when I’m angry. Everything about him screams creepy!”

“True. Personally, Yuri is more similar with Bakogou, personality wise.” Leo shrugged.

Yuri responded with a hiss. Strangely, Yuri fitted right in the group easily. At first there was some awkwardness between them, but in the end he was just a big of a weeb as they were.

This time the screen played Aizawa on a bun and clean shaven, bespoke in a suit.

“Daddy.” Phichit sighed. The others grunted in response.

“That Aizawa dude reminds me of the Old Man," Yuri squinted at the screen. "I can’t explain it. He acts nothing like him. He looks nothing like him too. But…he just does.” Yuri gesticulated in frustration. “It’s like that Tokoyami guy. He reminds me of Beka you know? I don’t even know why.”

This Beka, apparently was Yuri’s best friend from Kazakhstan. How that friendship managed to work, they didn’t know and frankly they were too afraid to ask.

“I totally get you my dude,” Leo started. “Eiji from Banana Fish reminds me of Seung-gil and they’re nothing alike. Seung-gil’s too dead inside to be Eiji.”

“We don’t talk about Banana Fish.” Guang-Hong wailed.

“Why? The first few episodes were great!” Phichit wondered.

“Anime only don’t get to say anything.” Guang-Hong hissed.

“Speaking of anime only. The next season of MHA is going to hurt like a bitch.” Seung-gil talked for the first time in the entire time they were there.

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” Yuri growled. “The pig’s already all smug for reading the manga! I don’t need another one!”

They laughed. This was normal now, Yuri complaining about those two parental figures. (Yuri threw a fit when Phichit suggested that they sounded much like his parents as if the very idea insulted him. That just convinced him otherwise.) Phichit never really asked for names, he respected Yuri’s privacy. Although there were times where he did wonder who they were. Whoever they were, Phichit hoped they staryed obliviously married as Yuri said.

It was an accident. He was on his way back to the dorm because he forgot his scientific calculator, and god forbid he forgets his calculator on a calculus exam.

On his way back he heard two voices arguing on the hallway.

“-don’t tell me you already bought it.” One of the voices groaned. Phichit recognized it as Dr. Katsuki’s.

“…I won’t tell you that then?” The second voice sounded sheepish but not exactly sorry. It had an accent, Phichit couldn’t pinpoint where.

“Oh my god Vitya.” Dr. Katsuki exclaimed. He then launched into a smattering of Japanese and…Russian? His companion answered in kind. His companion must be Russian then. Or somewhere Slavic. He never really could tell the difference.

Phichit couldn’t understand whatever they were talking about, but he could see that Dr. Katsuki was pretty upset with this Vitya guy.

He couldn’t see who he was talking to though. He did catch a glimpse of silver hair.

He hurried off before he became late for calculus and before he could find out how that encounter ended in. It was also pretty rude to eavesdrop in a conversation where he was obviously not invited in. Phichit did, somehow manage to add another fact in his list:

12.) He can speak fluent Russian.

When Saturday rolled around, Dr. Katsuki seemed just a tad bit pissed. Well…more pissed than usual. But he did explain the material better and he actually paid attention on every single student who needed help.

Phichit was just a tad bit confident that he could pass this thing. Just a tiny bit confident.

It didn’t really change the fact that he was scarier than usual. Just as they thought he wasn’t as bad as they first thought. But Dr. Katsuki looked so out of it. He looked sad. Or angry. Or maybe both. In the end though, he just seemed resigned. More often you would find him stealing a glance at his phone and then looking away as if reprimanding himself.

Phichit didn’t know why this bothered him so much, but it just did. He thought back to what he overheard the other day and wondered if this was related to that.

“Stupid pig. Stupid Old Man.” Yuri stormed the dorm irritated and slammed the door.

“What happened?” Phichit woke up with a start. His organic chem notes still scattered over his desk. He noticed Yuri’s usual braided hair was left loose like a waterfall to his back. He still look good, maybe just a bit off, a little unkempt.

“They’re fighting. The Old Man won’t stop moping and the pig won’t give him a chance. He kicked the Old Man to the couch. He’s probably sleeping in my bed right now.” Yuri grumbled and flopped on his bed. He kicked off his shoes without any care about where they fell on. "I cooked dinner for them! And what? The only thing the pig uttered was to pass the salt. That’s it. Nothing.“

"That’s rough.” Phichit kept his notes. He was startled when he realized how late it was. He should be studying for his midterms tomorrow, but that could wait. He shook the sleepiness away.

“It’s been days and they still aren’t talking to each other! Damn it why are they so bad at communication?! This is worse than when they were fucking each other senseless.” Yuri groaned.

“You sound like you really care about…whoever you are talking about.” Phichit said in jest. His filter wasn’t exactly the best when he just woke up.

Yuri was silent. Phichit had expected him to deny it or lash out for even having the guts to insinuate he cared for those…whoever those two oblivious idiots with the communication problem were. But instead, Yuri, very quietly, said: “Yeah…I do."

Phichit had never seen so much sincerity shown in three words as he had seen reflected from those green eyes. Phichit couldn’t help but smile.

"A-anyway. Yeah…you didn’t hear that from me.” Yuri remembered himself and pink started to dust his cheeks. He looked adorable, like a little kitten. He cleared his throat to recompose himself. “We’re gonna binge watch some Cell’s at Work because fuck Biology."

"Mood. Organic chem sucks.”

It was finally midterms. Phichit entered the testing room with all information crammed in his head, caffeine running in his bloodstream and hysteria on his nerves.

Dr. Katsuki looked just as dead as the rest of the students. It was painful to watch. The usual sharpness of his eyes were nonexistent. It was replaced with dullness, as if he hardly slept in days.

He looked so tired. His hair was uncombed and he was pale as death.

“Everybody take your seats.” His voice was very very quiet. Phichit slid into his seat.

“You have an hour to finish the exam. Questions about the exam will not be entertained unless it is a technical problem. Timer begins now.”

Phichit took that out of his system for now and focused on taking the test.

He took one look at Dr. Katsuki before writing.

Phichit passed his answer sheet with a spark of confidence that he will pass.

Just as he left the room though, he noticed a man leaning outside the testing room with a serious face. He had silver hair and blue eyes. He was subjectively handsome, Phichit figured he had this charisma on a regular day.

But today, he looked grim. Perhaps he looked remorseful. Phichit can’t help but be intrigued.

When the last student left the room, the man entered the testing room with determination.

Curiosity got the better of him and Phichit peeked just a little bit.

“Vitya.”

He heard Dr. Katsuki’s sharp inhale, the man was looking at him face to face. He couldn’t see Dr. Katsuki’s expression, but this Vitya guy looked ready to break.

“Yuuri. I’m-”

Unexpectedly, Dr. Katsuki hugged Vitya and didn’t look like he was ready to let go anytime soon. Vitya gasped and then he was sobbing on his shoulder. Phichit knew then he was watching something too personal. He slowly backed away, but the image will always replay in his mind for the rest of the day.

Yuri was blushing when he entered the dorm that evening and stormed directly for a shower. He said he needed to bleach his eyes after what he saw.

Phichit raised a glass of red bull for Yuri’s disgusting lovebirds. He would assume that a.) They finally made up, and b.) Yuri walked in on them once more.

Dr. Katsuki entered the room with this fresh look. It was almost as if he was blooming, as if the past gloomy days never happened. He looked like…like…

…Like he just got laid.

None of them commented on his sexed up bed head nor the obvious hickey on his neck. There’s this subtle awestruck look in his eyes, a certain dazed shine in his face, a dopey contentment in his posture. Of course these were subtle things you’ll only find when you really look for it. It did

Dr. Katsuki cleared his throat. “Class. Well done on your midterms. I’ve graded them this weekend and I’m happy to tell you that this class has the highest passing rate among the other classes. Congratulations.”

There was a burst of excited chatter among the room. You can hear relieved sighs at the receiving their test papers. That fell short when someone knocked on the door.

“Delivery for Dr. Katsuki-N.” The man said, holding a giant bouquet of blue roses. Blue roses. Someone actually paid enough to have them dyed blue.

The professor’s expression shifted from shock, to absolute horror, to sheer embarrassment in a matter of seconds.

“Are you Dr. Katsuki-N?” The delivery man asked. Dr. Katsuki rubbed his face, exasperated and annoyed but also resigned as if he knew one day he would be faced by a gigantic bouquet of roses in his class.

“Just mister Katsuki would do.” He signed the slip and received the roses for him. After the whole ordeal, Dr. Katsuki set the bouquet on his desk.

“So uhh…” He cleared his throat once more. “Don’t mind that. Please open your textbooks to page two hundred fifty two, and if you’ll excuse me I have to make a call.”

He exited the room with haste that everyone else was left in confusion. If you listen carefully though, you can hear exasperated Japanese from the outside.

Everybody was having a field day.

“I swear man. That was so weird.” Phichit explained as they ate lunch at a cafe near the campus. It was raining hard so they weren’t able to eat by the quad like they usually do so they rode Leo’s car and drove here. “I think Dr. Katsuki is just misunderstood.” He paused, deliberating. “Or all he needed was to get laid.”

“Phichit!” Guang-Hong blushed. It was pretty entertaining to see the Chinese become so flustered despite being old enough to actually talk about these things.

“I take it that organic chem is going well.” Leo sipped from his cola.

“Seung-gil was right. Dr. Katsuki isn’t that bad.”

Seung-gil looked smug. The slight upturn on his lips being the only giveaway.

“Still though, before that happened, I managed to overhear Dr. Katsuki arguing with this silver haired man he apparently calls "Vitya”. Then at midtems, they kinda…made up? Then awhile ago Dr. Katsuki got a bouquet of roses.“ Phichit mused out loud. "Could it be that this silver haired guy is Dr. Katsuki’s boyfriend?”

“You don’t even know if he’s into men.” Seung-gil finished his lunch.

“Tsk. Don’t assume everyone is straight Seung-gil.” Phichit snickered. “Besides he doesn’t feel straight to me and boi is my gaydar almost always correct. This is why we’re friends after all.”

“Actually you collected all the weebs and and decided ‘they’re mine now’ and that’s that.” Leo deadpanned.

“Hey, isn’t that Dr. Katsuki?” Guang-Hong pointed at the man across the street, taking refuge from the downpour while scrolling through his phone. He seemed to be waiting for the rain to stop. He had his signature hoodie cover his hair. . “Maybe he needs a ride, should we offer him to join us?”

Turned out he didn’t need a ride though, because someone just tackled him from behind. Dr. Katsuki yelped in surprise, or it seemed like it. They couldn’t hear what was happening from the downpour and from the glass window separating them.

“That’s him! That’s the man!” Phichit gasped. Dr. Katsuki was now berating the man for causing them both to get soaked. The man didn’t look the slightest bit remorseful, he just sported a rather wide and bright grin to an annoyed Dr. Katsuki. Dr. Katsuki flicked the man’s forehead in response.

“Isn’t that professor Nikiforov though?” Guang-Hong squinted at them.

“Professor Nikiforov?”

“Yeah he teaches literature I think? Like he caused a commotion last semester when he first entered? Because a lot of students would sit in his classes without actually being enrolled and the poor guy just couldn’t ask them to leave. And we all know they weren’t actually there to learn about history.” Leo explained. “Where were you last semester?”

“Probably dying from the she-devil.” Phichit groaned. Professor Baronovskaya basically took one look at the class and decided she wanted to consume the souls out of them all.

“Anyway. I think it makes sense that they’re friends. They seem to have entered the university the same time.” Leo said as they watch Dr. Katsuki pick up the umbrella Professor Nikiforov dropped after tackling him from behind. Katsuki huffed, professor Nikiforov took the umbrella and wrapped an arm around Katsuki’s shoulder before walking away.

“Yes, just two bros sharing an umbrella, under the rain, no space apart cause they’re not gay.” Phichit snorted. His phone pinged with a notification which drew him away from the scene.

“It’s a text from Yuri.” Phichit said. “He says he can’t come later because he’s spending it with the idiots.”

“No Yuri today?” Guang-Hong mused. “I kinda miss his swears. Especially when we play Mario Kart.”

“It be like that sometimes.” Phichit said. “Anyway, who wants to re watch One Punch Man?”

Since their grades actually got better after the whole tutroial thing before midterms, Dr. Katsuki decided to keep it going until finals.

“Let’s meet in this cafe next Saturday. Just tell them you’re under my class. They’ll know.”

Apparently all the other lecture rooms were taken for the week so they had no choice but to relocate.

The first thing Phichit noticed was the blue framed glassed perched on Dr. Katsuki’s nose when he arrived next Saturday as he sat on the second floor of the cafe, the smell of green tea wafting from the cup Dr. Katsuki ordered. Phichit made sure to be at least a thirty minutes earlier than the agreed time because his friends were busy with their own studies and he had nothing better to do yet. However the Japanese apparently got here even earlier. He was reading a V.K.N novel, this year’s bestselling novel from an author whose face was never revealed. He was deeply concentrated, brows knitted together, but also he looked content, tranquil. Colored highlighters were on the table and the book was filled with sticky notes.

Phichit didn’t know what to do. His other classmates weren’t around yet. (Fashionably late they say) so he was alone with him for probably an hour or so.

Dr. Katsuki probably noticed his presence hovering around and looked up from his book.

“Mr. Chulanont.” He said. It wasn’t the first time he as addressed by the doctor, but it was the first time without his classmates around. Phichit was a little out of his element.

“Dr. Katsuki.”

“Just mister Katsuki is fine,” He replied, closing the book as he did so. “Dr. Katsuki sounds so formal.” It was so casual. Too casual.

For someone claimed to be a very outgoing extrovert, he’s having a hard time talking now. Well, that was until he saw his bookmark.

“You watch My Hero Academia too?” It was of Midoriya Izuku holding a bowl of Katsudon.

Dr. Katsuki’s lips turned to that akin to a smile. “Yes, and I read the manga too.”

“Nooo! No spoilers! Everyone’s saying season four will hurt!’ Phichit wailed. Katsuki nodded solemnly.

"Trust me it will.” Katsuki took a long sip from his green tea. “Plus there’s not enough Tododeku moments.”

Phichit gasped. “You ship them too?"

"Obviously. Intellectuals don’t watch season two and not ship them.” Katsuki rolled his eyes. Actually rolled his eyes.

“Wow. Where were you all my life?” Phichit breathed because wow, this man was nothing at all like what he first expected.

“Dying somewhere else probably.” He quipped back. Somehow some professor are just about your age in college and it’s jarring like that. Phichit can’t seem to fathom this. If he told his classmates, they probably wouldn’t believe him.

13.) He likes anime

“Yuuri!” Someone called. “Solnyshko, have you seen my-oh.”

It was professor Nikiforov in all his gilded splendor. Seeing him up close kinda explained why he caused so much trouble in his first semester.

“Hi! Are you one of Yuuri’s student’s?” He asked, beaming with charm. His mouth is shaped like a heart when he smiles. He reached out a hand. “I’m Victor Nikiforov, it’s nice to meet one of Yuuri’s students. He talks about all of you often.”

Dazed, Phichit can only nod and shake the man’s hand. “Phichit Chulanont. It’s nice to meet you too professor Nikiforov.”

“Wow! Does Yuuri talk about me too?” He look absolutely delighted. His eyes sparkled.

“They probably knew you as that guy who was followed around a lot last sem.” Dr. Katsuki snickered. “Creepy stalkers still keeps me awake at times.”

“They weren't stalkers Yuuri. They were just students.” Professor Nikiforov insisted.

“Whatever you say Vitya."

"I spy someone jealous.”

“Mhm, sure you do."

Phichit realized how different he acted outside of the classroom with less people and a more comfortable setting. Especially with Professor Nikiforov. He seemed most comfortable with him. He wasn’t glaring anymore, his eyes were full of life. Phichit thought it suited him.

"Aren’t you supposed to be doing something else right now Mr. Nikiforov?” Dr. Katsuki told the professor.

“Oh right right. Anyway I think those are some of your students downstairs. I’ll tell them to go up.” He left them and hurried downstairs. “I’ll also ask for the do not disturb sign so nobody goes upstairs.” Professor Nikiforov yelled from the stairs.

“Spasibo!” Dr. Katsuki yelled back.

Phichit’s classmate started filling in the second floor, Dr. Katsuki became busy accommodating them and they weren’t able to talk further. He can see though that Dr. Katsuki was way different with the Russian than when with his students. He didn’t know where their relationship stands, and in all honesty Phichit never knew he was about to consider this but.

He ships them.

“Oi, you have plans this weekend?”

Yuri suddenly asked in the middle of studying. His notes on Biology was so cute. It had little Cell’s at Work doodles. Yuri turned bright pink when Phichit teased him about it.

“No not really.” Phichit stopped highlighting stuff. (He was randomly highlighting words. It’s almost twelve and he hasn’t crammed everything he needed to for his exam on history.) “Why what’s up?”

Yuri’s brows turned into a scowl. Not the pissed scowl, the one where he’s too embarrassed to say something.

“Do you want to have dinner with me?”

Phichit stared at Yuri.

“Are you asking me on a date Yuri Plisetsky?” Phichit cackled. Yuri flushed red and threw his biology book at him. It him right in the face but damn was it worth it.

“No!” He screeched. “The Old Man and the Pig wants me to bring friends for dinner because it’s my birthday because I thought you assholes weren’t so bad! But apparently I was wrong so if that’s how you wanna go then you’re fucking uninvited you mother fucker! Blyad!”

“Yuri No,” Phichit wheezed out. “I’d love to meet your parents.”

“They’re not my parents! Why are we even friends?!” He groaned, throwing another thick hardbound book. Thankfully, Phichit managed to dodge it this time.

“Seriously! Chill! You’re like a sibling slash kitten to me. Dating you would be so weird.” Phichit was still laughing even when Yuri attempted to strangle him. “Did you tell Guang-Hong, Leo and Seung-gil?” He managed to choke out after his laughter dying.

“I did. Seung-gil’s busy with a project, Leo needs to study for an exam and Guang-Hong has part time. I understand if you’re busy though.” Yuri said softly. He refused to look at Phichit as he said it.

“Aww Yuri. Don’t worry about it. I’m free this weekend.” Phichit reassured.

“Really?” His eyes widen in anticipation.

“Yeah. Let’s go meet mom and dad!” Tears rolled down Phichit’s cheeks as Yuri’s face morphed into absolute anger.

Phichit might have deserved getting smacked in the face with a seven hundred pages worth hard bound chemistry book.

Totally worth it though.

Phichit was sure he saw Dr. Katsuki by a corridor with professor Nikiforov. He was also sure he didn’t just imagine Dr. Katsuki slowly reaching up to press a quick kiss on professor Nikiforov’s lips before retreating away.

Poor professor Nikiforov was left, absolutely stunned and was blushing hard. It took him a good couple of minutes before he realized what actually transpired and his shocked face morphed into a dopey grin.

Phichit sung praises to the heavens.

“So this is where you go when you’re not in the dorm. It’s pretty near the campus.”

It was Friday afternoon and the pair had arrived to Yuri’s apartment. It wasn’t anything too fancy, but Phichit can tell it was slightly more expensive than what was the average man’s salary.

“Yeah. I didn’t really want a dorm. But I guess I’m glad I did.” Yuri opened the door. They were immediately greeted by a massive ball of brown fluff.

“Makkachin! Down!” Yuri commanded. The poodle obeyed his command, but not before licking his face. There was another dog. It was Whits and fluffy and…familiar. He felt a shiver down his spine.

Phichit knew that dog!

“Yurio! Okaeri.”

Phichit whipped his head to the source of the voice so fast, he could’ve gotten a whiplash.

Standing in front of him was none other than professor Nikiforov himself, wearing a sweater an apron just like any regular person. It felt so…wrong.

“Y-you!” Phichit gasped.

“Oh? Mr. Chulanont? What a surprise!” Professor Nikiforov flashed his million megawatt smile.

“Wait, you fucking know each other?” Yuri exclaimed.

“Vitya, is that Yura? I-…oh.”

Of course Dr. Katsuki had to follow.

This was a bit awkward. Seeing your organic chemistry teacher in sweat pants and a Fullmetal Alchemist fandom shirt was not part of Phichit’s weekend plan.

He was quite sure being seen in sweat pants and a Fullmetal Alchemist fandom shirt by his student was not part of Dr. Katsuki’s weekend plan.

“Don’t tell me you know who he is too Katsudon.” Yuri scowled.

Phichit was too stunned to wonder why Yuri was calling his professor a pork cutlet bowl, after all that wasn’t the most pressing matter here.

“Dr. Katsuki’s my organic chemistry professor actually.” Phichit managed to say when he finally found his voice. Talk about having a small world.

“He’s the intimidating professor you were talking about before?” Yuri burst out laughing. “Oh yes, how intimidating! It’s almost like he didn’t spend half an hour crying about snakes.”

“They don’t have arms!” Dr. Katsuki blushed. “In my defense I was plastered as fuck by then and I blame Victor for that.”

“What?” The silver haired man gasped in mock indignation, too dramatic too be real. “How could you suspect me of such? Oh my Yuuri so cruel.”

Dr. Katsuki giggled. Phichit was having an out of body experience. He must be dreaming.

“I never would have guessed that the friend little Yura here mentioned was you Mr. Chulanont.” Dr. Katsuki said after they recovered from their laughing fit.

“Please call me Phichit if you don’t mind. And yeah I never would have guessed that you were who Yuri talked about so often.”

That caught professor Nikiforov’s ear. “Yurio talks about us? Do spill.”

“Oh my god! This was a mistake!” Yuri just tossed his hands in the air. “Why does this have to happen on my birthday of all days!” Phichit was quite familiar of this tone. It was often used on complaining about his two idiots love birds…which apparently was his professor.

It kind of struck Phichit that he knew a lot about his professor’s sex life than what was absolutely necessary and he didn’t know what to do with this knowledge. He most especially doesn’t need to know about how he has a thing for bondage and exhibitionism. Or that he could pole dance.

Phichit started to understand Yuri in a more spiritual level.

“Phichit then, please call me Yuuri outside of class. Any friend of Yura’s is a friend of ours.” Dr– Yuuri bowed his head curtly. “Come on dinner is ready.”

Phichit followed them towards the dining table. He tried not think about Yuri’s complaints on seeing them fuck on every single piece of furniture in this house.

He’ll possibly never enter organic chem the same way ever again.

“Please feel at home Phichit. And also call me Victor, that professor nonsense makes me feel old.” Victor started setting up the dining table.

“That’s because you’re old, Old Man. Your hair is thinning.” Yuri stuck out his tongue.

“That’s fine. I’d still love you anyway.” Yuuri kissed the crown of Victor’s head.

Everything was so domestic. In the end it all just kind of fits. Although there was one more thing that bothered him.

“Hold up. So this also mean that both of you are married married?” Phichit burst out. Wow, here he was thinking they simply looked good together. Dr. Katsuki, a weeb and happily gay and married.

Victor and Yuuri looked at him, mildly confused.

“Yes?” Yuuri showed his ring, that for some reasons Phichit wasn’t able to notice. “I wasn’t actually trying to hide it.”

“In Russia, we wear the ring on our right hand. Maybe that’s why people don’t think it’s a wedding ring.” Victor grinned. “Been happily Victor Katsuki-Nikiforov for two years now!”

“Okay then how is it you didn’t add Victor’s last name when you introduced yourself to us?”

“Oh, my Yuuri earned his doctorate, did he not? Seems wrong to have my name slapped with it.” VIctor’s smile widened considerably. “Besides, Dr. Katsuki sounds so much sexier!”

Yuuri sighed. “And yet he insisted to have my initials part in his pen name.”

“Oh but Yuuri! You’re my muse! The reason why those books were written in the first place!”

“Books?”

Yuri blanched at the lovey-dovey display before him. “The old ma may not look like it, but he’s a bestselling author. I think you’ve heard of VKN?”

Phichit didn’t think he could take all the plot twists unraveling before him. What a power couple. The talented bastards.

“Is there anything else I need to know?” Phichit rubbed his head.

“I don’t know about you, but I think Yurio does.”

The doorbell rang, Yuuri got up to open it.

“Beka!” Yuri stood up in shock and immediately hugged the man.

Phichit wanted to sit down from all that was happening. The rest of the evening flew by like a blur. He did add a lot more in his list.

14.) He was gay and happily married.

15.) He was married to Victor Nikiforov, five times consecutive bestselling author.

16.) Yuri Plisetsky is their 'son’. They themselves agreed.

17.) Victor and Yuuri are a power couple and together they can rule the world.

“How the hell did we miss all that?” Guang-Hong mused.

“Seriously the man’s like half blind. He wasn’t glaring, the contacts were irritating his eyes. Stubborn pig didn’t want to buy glasses yet.” Yuri munched on his fries. They started clearing out all of what happened that weekend.

The others were also dumbfounded when they found out. It was good to know Phichit wasn’t the only one.

“You saw the man enter the room with a puppy in his bag and you all still thought he was a murderous criminal?” Yuri was having fun with all this.

“There we’re rumours that he nearly made one of the resident jocks cry. He must be that intense if he actually did.” Leo shrugged.

“Oh yeah he did. The guy was talking shit about being gay.” Yuri explained. “I still find it funny that you found the most anxious ball of nerves, the literal personification of anxiety, as threatening. What a concept.”

“I think I find it funnier that my professor once enrolled in a pole dancing class by mistake and was too shy to back out.” Phichit snorted.

So maybe Phichit was slightly lucky with his professors this sem. Finals came and go and regretfully Phichit had to say goodbye to Dr. Katsuki. But only in class.

They still meet up sometimes when Yuri invites Phichit to their apartment. He also spend most of the holidays there.

And whenever he could hear anybody saying organic Chen with Dr. Katsuki is hell, he’ll give them notes compiled properly, and the list he did over the semester.

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If it’s me you really seek

To @nooowestayandgetcaught From @singeiji

Hi! i hope you like the fic!!!

Title: if it’s me you really seek Rating: T Word Count: 3.4k Notes: wings/fairy au, canon compliant

Yuri is three when his Mama sits him down and tells him why they have wings that no one else can see.

Before tucking him in at night, Mama tells him a story. It’s always about a girl who can fly. She lives in the countryside with all of her fairy friends, and everyday, they go on a brand new adventure. But today, Mama tells him about the time the girl finds a boy in the woods.

“Her mother taught her to always be careful of strangers, but the boy was lost, and he seemed very nice, so she decided to help him anyway,” Mama says.

Yuri stares up at her, wide-eyed, captivated like he always is.

“What happened?” he asks, and he watches as Mama’s lips curl upwards in a smile.

She tucks his hair behind his ear and says, “It turned out that he was so nice, she decided to stay with him.”

Yuri’s eyebrows furrow.

“But what about her mother? And her fairy friends? Did she leave them?”

“Well, she did, but she made new friends, and she found a new family,” Mama says. “She got married to the boy and they had a baby together and she loved them both very much.”

“Just like you love me, Mama?”

Mama bends down to press a kiss onto Yuri’s temple.

“Yes, Yurochka, exactly how I love you,” Mama says. “You know why, my love? Because you are that baby, and I am that girl.”

Yuri’s breath catches and mouth drops open. “Does that mean we’re fairies, Mama?”

Mama’s smile widens. “Yes. That’s why we have wings, because we’re fairies who can fly.”

“Teach me how to fly, Mama!”

Yuri squirms, excited at the thought of it. He’s tried to, before, but even when he jumped as high as he could, he couldn’t follow the seagulls up to the sky.

But Mama shakes her head at him.

“You’re too young, Yurochka,” she says, and she reaches out to smooth the crease that appears between Yuri’s eyebrows. “But someday, Mama will teach you. We’ll fly together and we can show it to Papa.”

That night, Yuri dreams of flying above a forest. He dreams of his Mama and Papa all the way down on the ground, as tiny as a little kitty. They’re waving at Yuri, and Yuri waves back.

That night, Yuri dreams of flying towards the sun.

Yuri is five when his parents die in a house fire.

Yuri’s Grandpa lives all the way in the city. Yuri sleeps through most of the ride there, and when he wakes up, he’s on a bed he doesn’t recognize in a room he doesn’t recognize.

His room back home was always so bright and warm, even at night, but this room is cold and lonely. The corners are dark and they scare Yuri. But he has no more Mama to tell him he’s alright, and he has no more Papa to hug him and protect him from the monsters hiding in the dark.

Yuri doesn’t realize that he’s crying until Grandpa is already shushing him, until he’s already wrapped in Grandpa’s arms.

It isn’t the same. Grandpa is bigger than Papa, and his hands are rougher. Grandpa doesn’t have wings like Mama’s and Yuri’s, so he can’t hide Yuri away behind them like Mama used to do.

But it’s still nice. Grandpa is warmer than the rest of the room, and he lets Yuri cry into his shirt. His voice is low like Papa’s and his words remind him of Mama’s.

And even though Yuri cannot sleep with his parents on either side of him like he used to when he was having a bad night, he sleeps that night with his head on Grandpa’s lap and his hand wrapped tight on Grandpa’s wrist.

That night, Yuri dreams being stuck on the ground while his Mama and Papa hover above him. He can’t see them clearly because the sun is too bright behind them, but he knows it’s them. He can hear them calling for him, telling him to come, but he can’t. Yuri doesn’t know how to fly; his Mama hasn’t taught him yet.

That night, Yuri dreams of being left behind.

Yuri is six when he discovers the ice.

The figure skaters on TV look like they’re flying.

They glide along the ice with their arms spread, and to Yuri’s eyes, they look like birds with their wings extended on both sides, riding on the air. They take off for their jumps—triple axel, quad lutz, double toe—and to Yuri’s eyes, they look like birds taking flight.

There’s one who Yuri can’t take his eyes off. His hair is long and grey, and he’s wearing a pale gray costume to match. There are frills along his arms and his torso that almost look like feathers when he spins, and when he jumps, he soars.

His name is Victor Nikiforov and Yuri wants to ask him how to fly.

That night, Yuri dreams of skating. He’s on the lake back home, and when he looks up, he sees that Victor is with him. Victor is holding his hand and pulling him around. His smile is wide and there’s gold around his neck.

“You’re doing so well, Yura,” he says, and Yuri believes him.

That night, Yuri dreams of hope blossoming in his chest.

Yuri is nine when he first meets the man who coaches Victor.

A lot of the other kids are scared of Yakov, but Yuri isn’t.

See, Yakov Feltsman looks like the angry dog next door who always barks at Yuri when he passes by. That same angry dog turns to putty when Yuri reaches through the gate’s bars and pets him, and Yakov is very much the same.

Yakov barks out corrections and commands, but his touch is gentle when he moves to adjust Yuri’s limbs and his eyes are warm when he tells Yuri that he did a good job. Yakov reminds Yuri of Grandpa, and that’s why there isn’t any way he could be scared of him.

Yuri was hoping to catch a glimpse of Victor at Yakov’s camp. He doesn’t, but it’s fine. Instead, he takes home the image of Yakov’s face, his lips set into a line and his eyes warm with satisfaction so, so close to Grandpa’s face when he tells Yuri he’s proud of his Yurochka.

That night, Yuri dreams again of flying. The wind is strong, but he doesn’t get blown away with it. There’s a string wrapped around his ankle. When he looks down, he sees Grandpa and Victor and Yakov, and they’re the ones holding him to the earth.

That night, Yuri dreams of smiling down at them.

Yuri is eleven when he finally meets Victor Nikiforov.

Victor looks nothing like he did when Yuri first saw him. His hair is cut shorter, his shoulders wider, his legs longer. He still soars when he jumps, but now that Yuri can see him up close, he looks cold, lonely. He wraps his arms around himself and holds on like he’s hoping it’s someone else’s touch. He smiles like a lie.

He’s sitting down when Yakov first introduces Yuri to his new rinkmates, and yet it still feels like he’s looking down on Yuri.

“You’re good,” he says, after he watches Yuri skate for the first time, “but you’re still young.”

When he walks away, it feels like a slap to the face. Crystal clear dismissal that starts a spark in the pit of Yuri’s stomach.

Victor is still beautiful when he skates, but Yuri doesn’t want to fly with him anymore.

That night, Yuri dreams of Victor skating in a stadium empty except for Yuri, sitting at the very back. It’s cold and it’s dark except for the spotlight that follows Victor around the rink. Yuri doesn’t think Victor knows he’s here. He doesn’t think Victor realizes that there’s anyone watching at all.

That night, Yuri dreams of what loneliness looks like as it pours from Victor and fills up the whole room.

Yuri is twelve when he learns his first program.

Yakov tells him not to overwork himself. Yakov tells him he shouldn’t practice his jumps yet. Yakov tells him he can’t sneak into the rink after-hours all the time.

Yuri doesn’t understand why he can’t skate every hour of every day if it’s what he wants. He doesn’t understand why Yakov won’t let him fly. So he doesn’t listen. He practices, even when Yakov is shouting at him. He skates, even when Yakov threatens to drop him as a skater.

Weill. If Yakov drops him, then Yuri will find someone else who will let him fly.

That night, Yuri dreams of flying. The sky is clear and the sun is bright as it beckons at him to come, my child, come to me. But when he tries, he finds that he can’t. When he tries, he finds a string wrapped around his leg that pulls him back down, further and further away from the sun.

That night, Yuri dreams of falling to the ground before he can even reach the sky.

Yuri is thirteen when he wins his first gold medal.

In the last few seconds of his skate, Yuri replaces his triple with a quad. He touches down, but he gets the rotations in, and he hears the audience gasp and roar when they realize what he’s done.

But that doesn’t matter to Yuri. To Yuri, all that he can think about as he stands here with his chest heaving and sweat dripping from his skin is that he’s finally gotten to fly.

Yuri is always cold these days, but today, he’s as warm as the last time he was in his Mama’s arms.

That night, Yuri dreams of being back home. He’s in his childhood bed, tucked in tight just the way he likes. Mama is sitting beside him, telling him a story about a girl who can fly.

That night, Yuri dreams of warmth.

Yuri is fourteen when he first sees Yuuri Katsuki.

It’s easy to sneak out of a hotel room when there’s no one guarding him, and since Yakov has to look after Georgi, Yuri has absolutely no trouble at all.

Yuuri Katsuki skates first, and he takes Yuri’s breath away. His costume is plain and he falls on most of his jumps, but he skates like it’s what he was born to do. When he moves, he is smooth, effortless. He is ethereal and otherworldly. He is extending his hand to the audience and telling them come and watch me, only me.

He makes Yuri want to skate. He makes Yuri want to fly.

That night, Yuri dreams of the time his Mama flew for him. She hovers up in the sky, her hair blowing in the wind, her wings wide enough that she covers the sun.

“It’s beautiful up here, Yurochka,” she tells him. “Someday, you’ll see this too.”

But when Yuri blinks, Mama is gone. In her place is Yuuri Katsuki, his hand extended to Yuri.

“Come, Yuri,” he says.

But Yuri can’t.

That night, Yuri dreams of failure.

Yuri is fifteen when he’s reminded that those who fly can fall.

Yuuri Katsuki places sixth in his first Grand Prix Final event.

Maybe Yuri should have expected it considering how Katsuki is so inconsistent. Or maybe Yuri should have expected it considering how everyone he thinks could teach him to fly seem to fall flat in the end.

Somehow, though, this hurts more than the last time. Yuuri Katsuki had yet to soar, but now he’s bent and broken. Now, Yuri can’t take his hand and learn with him.

Yuri gets angry. Then again, he’s more angry than not these days.

That night, Yuri dreams of skating Yuuri Katsuki’s program.

He falls.

He gets back up.

He falls.

He gets back up.

He falls.

That night, Yuri dreams of falling so far that he can’t get back up again.

Yuri is fifteen when he learns to rely on himself.

Lilia Baranovskaya is scarier than Yakov Feltsman could ever be.

She tells him that pain is beauty, and so Yuri reaches into the deepest, darkest part of himself and pulls out everything he can use to be beautiful. She tells him that his natural talent is nothing if he doesn’t work hard, and what Yuri hears is that his wings are nothing if he can’t use them.

She tells him that he needs to throw his past self away, that he needs to be reborn, and Yuri listens.

He dances and he thinks of the sky, coming closer and closer until it almost seems like it’s within his reach. He skates and he thinks of his wings unfurling around him, of his feet lifting from the ground because of his own power.

Yuri learns to fly.

That night, Yuri dreams of his Mama.

“You had it in you all along, my Yurochka,” she tells him.

Yuri bows his head. His hand tightens around hers.

“I’m sorry it took me so long, Mama,” he says.

Mama doesn’t reply. Instead, she stands up and she walks to Yuri’s window, which is open, showing the full moon. Mama extends a hand, palm up.

That night, Yuri dreams of jumping out of his bedroom window and flying with Mama right beside him.

Yuri is fifteen when he becomes friends with Otabek Altin.

Yuri loves watching the sunset. The world glows yellow, and for a few minutes everyday, Yuri can bathe in the sun without having to fly to it.

Today, he watches the sunset with Otabek. Today, he listens to Otabek describe a boy Yuri doesn’t remember. Otabek says he has the eyes of the soldier, and it’s the first that Yuri’s ever heard it.

Everyone has always told Yuri that he’s too delicate, too angry, too lazy, too greedy. They contradict themselves. They never know what they really want from Yuri. Yuri has enough confusion and doubt in him; he doesn’t need theirs.

But Otabek—

Otabek saw Yuri’s hard work, even though he hadn’t. Otabek saw Yuri’s efforts, even though he felt like they weren’t enough. Otabek wants to be Yuri’s friend, even though he thought he’d always have to be alone to fly.

When Yuri takes Otabek’s hand, it feels like a new beginning.

That night, Yuri dreams of being back in that novice ballet class.

This time, he sees Otabek. This time, he’s the one who offers a hand to Otabek when he falls.

That night, Yuri dreams of dancing in a pair.

Yuri is fifteen when he wins his first gold in the Senior division.

Grandpa is proud of him. Yakov and Lilia are proud of him. Katsudon and Victor are proud of him. Otabek is proud of him. Yuri wishes his Mama and Papa could be here, but he knows that wherever they are, they’re proud of him too.

Most of all, though, Yuri is proud of himself. He breaks Victor’s world record. He won so Katsudon wouldn’t stop skating with him. He wins gold on his Senior debut.

But there is more to overcome. Yuri has flown to the top of this mountain, but there’s more left for him to cover.

That night, Yuri dreams of standing on top of the podium. Everyone is with him, surrounding him, and Yuri has never been happier.

That night, Yuri dreams of warmth that starts in his chest and spreads to the rest of his body.

Yuri is sixteen when he shows Otabek that he can fly.

They’re in Yuri’s room in Grandpa’s apartment. It’s Otabek’s first night in, and he sits on the futon laid beside the bed while Yuri paces back and forth.

“What do you need to show me?” Otabek asks.

Yuri pauses, takes a deep breath. He hasn’t shown anyone else but Grandpa before, but Grandpa already knew he could do it, just like he knew Mama could.

Yuri doesn’t know how Otabek will react, but Otabek is his friend. His first friend, if not his only friend. Yuri wants him to know.

“Watch me,” he says.

He flies.

Otabek blinks, says, “Amazing.”

Then—

“I guess we don’t need my bike to run away from your fans now.”

Yuri tackles Otabek in a hug and pretends he isn’t smiling into Otabek’s neck.

That night, Yuri dreams that he’s back in his childhood home. Instead of seeing Mama like he usually does, though, it’s Otabek who sits on Yuri’s bed. It’s Otabek who stands up and offers a hand to Yuri.

It’s Otabek who jumps out of the window and flies with Yuri.

That night, Yuri dreams of Otabek’s rare smiles.

Yuri is seventeen when he first shares a podium with two of his favorite skaters.

Getting silver isn’t the same as getting gold, but it’s not so bad when it’s Katsudon who snatches the top spot on the podium right from under Yuri’s nose. It certainly isn’t so bad, getting a score barely two points above bronze when it’s Otabek who’s standing on Katsudon’s other side.

Yuri can see Victor standing with Yakov and Lilia. He has Yuri’s phone pressed to his ear, and Yuri can easily imagine Grandpa on the other end of the line, asking Victor to tell him what’s happening.

There’s a feeling in Yuri’s chest. It blooms and it blossoms and it makes Yuri feel like he’s flying even though his feet are still touching the ground.

That night, Yuri dreams of sitting in his burning childhood room. It’s alright, though. It’s not just Mama with him tonight, but Papa too.

“You’re doing so well, Yurochka,” Mama says.

“We’re so proud of you,” Papa says.

When they offer their hands to Yuri, he takes them.

That night, Yuri dreams of his parents letting him go, letting him fly without them.

Yuri is eighteen when Yakov retires and hands him off to Victor.

Hasetsu is far away from St. Petersburg where Mila and Georgi are. It’s far away from Moscow where Grandpa is. It’s even farther away from Almaty where Otabek is.

But Yuri is used to having to talk to Grandpa through phone calls everyday, and he’s used to talking to Otabek online.

So Yuri makes Grandpa promise to keep calling him everyday and ask how his practice is going. Yuri makes Otabek promise to keep sending him recordings of his mixtapes, and he promises to keep sending pictures of Potya to Otabek. Potya, who’s now safely in Hasetsu and all too condoning of Victor’s dog.

Victor and Katsudon—

Well. Yuri promises to keep making a fuss whenever they get too affectionate with each other in public, of course.

That night, Yuri dreams of flying across the distance between Japan and Almaty.

That night, Yuri dreams of meeting Otabek.

Yuri is nineteen when he realizes he’s in love with his best friend.

By some cruel twist of fate, they have to wait until the Grand Prix Finals to see each other again.

Yuri waits in the hotel lobby. Katsudon has to hold his leg down because he keeps bouncing it on the floor otherwise. Victor has to confiscate his phone because Yuri keeps checking it obsessively for a new message from Otabek.

But finally, Victor says, “He’s here.”

Finally, Otabek comes through the doors and Yuri sees him again after more than half a year of nothing but messages they have to sneak into their busy schedules and Snapchats that consist of less selfies than Yuri would like.

Usually, Yuri wouldn’t even consider openly giving affection in such a public place, but Otabek is right there and he feels like he’s been waiting so long for this. So Yuri runs and he runs and he jumps into Otabek’s open arms.

“I missed you, Beka,” Yuri says.

“I missed you too, Yura,” Otabek replies.

Yura doesn’t even mind that Victor is so obviously taking a video of them.

That night, Yuri dreams of flying with a string wrapped around his ankle. It doesn’t connect him to someone on the ground like it did before. Instead, it connects him to Otabek, who’s flying right beside him.

That night, Yuri dreams of finally finding someone he wants to stay by his side.

Yuri is twenty when he first kisses his Beka.

They’re in Almaty. Yuri is staying at Otabek’s while Victor and Katsudon are away on their honeymoon.

Otabek’s sister is in the next room, and his mother is in the room across theirs, but somehow, those details disappear from Yuri’s mind when he and Otabek are staring at each other under the dim light of Otabek’s bedside lamp.

“Yura,” Otabek says. “Will you kiss me or not?”

Well.

Yuri kisses him, of course.

That night, Yuri takes Otabek flying. They stay up until sunrise.

#noowestayandgetcaugt #singeiji #gifts18 #YOIsanta18 #fanfic #otayuri #Yuri Plisetsky #Otabek Altin #submission

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yurionice-secretsanta · 6 years ago

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To @s3lene From @onyatsu

#s3lene #onyatsu #gifts18 #YOIsanta18 #Fanart #victuuri #victor nikiforov #yuuri katsuki

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yurionice-secretsanta · 6 years ago

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To @hotaruyuki From @westcoastsiren

Happy Holidays! I'm super glad that mermaids was a thing you liked. I love them too so it was easier to prompt this haha! I hope you like the amazing Lesbian Skating Goddesses that are Mila and Sara as mermaids.

#HotaruYuki #westcoastsiren #gifts18 #YOIsanta18 #Fanart #saramila #sara crispino #mila babicheva

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yurionice-secretsanta · 6 years ago

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The End of a Year

To @awesome-cookies-and-cream From @muttthecowcatridesagain

Ho ho ho! I’m your secret santa!! I wrote a short fic based on your artwork for the anime’s anniversary! I used that as a really loose prompt. I hope you enjoy!

Yuuri sits, hunched into his shoulders, twiddling his thumbs. Everything feels the same, and yet, so different than it had a year earlier.

The airport looks the same, nothing’s changed, right down to the dull tiled floor. Passengers continuously file out of customs from behind the glass wall in front of him. But none of them are the one he’s looking for.

The flight was delayed, then delayed again.

And it’s cold. Yuuri pulls his coat and scarf tighter around himself. Makkachin huffs from where she’s asleep on the floor beside his foot. Yuuri’s eyes are slowly drifting closed when his phone rings.

Yuuri - Hi. The voice on the line is the same but quiet and tired. It’s been delayed.

Yuuri groans. “Not again.” He’s been at the airport the entire day, and the exhaustion pulls at him.

I think you should go home.

“No!” But the word isn’t as confident as what he intends it to be. He rubs one hand behind his glasses. “I wanted to meet you here.”

My flight might not leave until tomorrow, solnysko. Go home, Yuuuuri?

Yuuri shuffles his feet. Makkachin twitches next to them. “Okay,” he mumbles.

I’ll see you soon.

“See you soon. Love you.”

He still winces as the line goes dead.

Makkachin whines as they walk through the cold parking lot alone. They shuffle into Mari’s old car, and the lights of the city and the snow flurries pass them by until they fade into nothing. Hasetsu is dark when they pull into town, but the onsen glowing warm beneath a fine layer of white powder.

It’s the same as he left it that morning, the same as it had been a year before. Except. There’s flowers everywhere. They cover the tables, the counter, even some of the walls in pinks, yellows, even blues. For their wedding. His mom wanted them to be able to choose.

She’s waiting for him. He watches her face fall as she realizes he is alone. He hugs her anyway, explains the latest delay, then goes to soak away his worries in the hot springs.

The hot water fights away the cold. Yuuri sinks into it, and it should be relaxing. It really should. Except, it’s not even a formed thought, just an itch at the back of Yuuri’s mind that plagues him. He stands from the water and makes him way back inside where Makkachin is waiting for him near a table surrounded by flowers in the main guest room.

They’re going to miss their first anniversary. It’s such a shallow thing to think about. Yuuri doesn’t know why he’s worried about it.

Yuuri does know that he hasn’t seen Victor in months, and they’re planning their wedding, and they’re going to get married, and they haven’t even managed to live in the same country for half the year.

His eyes begin to drift closed, and he lays down beside Makkachin. He can’t think of going back to his room alone, isolated. His dad dims the lights as he finishes the next day’s prep work in the kitchen, and the flowers and Makka’s curls are the last things Yuuri sees before he falls asleep.

He’s woken by a gentle rubbing on his back and pressure on his arms. The lights are still dimmed, the onsen quiet. Makkachin’s curls are gone, but something else warm has taken their place.

He recognizes the silver hair immediately but can’t seem to remember why it’s surprising.

“Victor?”

“Yuuri.” His voice is strained, quiet, not like himself. And suddenly he’s pulled Yuuri off the ground into a tight hug, his face buried in Yuuri’s shoulder. Yuuri presses into him just as tightly, his coat beneath Yuuri’s fingers still wet from the snow. “Happy Anniversary,” he says.

And Yuuri can see the clock in the kitchen. It’s well past midnight, 3 am to be exact. A year ago, he would have despaired over the finality of it, the sense of irretrievable time. But it doesn’t matter anymore. “Happy Anniversary,” he says instead, “I missed you.”

#awesome-cookies-and-cream #muttthecowcatridesagain #gifts18 #YOIsanta18 #fanfic #victurri #victor nikiforov #yuuri katsuki #submission

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yurionice-secretsanta · 6 years ago

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To @cheesecakeportfolio From @awesome-cookies-and-cream

The Winter Solstice ball was one of the most prestigious balls of the entire year in this country. Not only was it the founding year if this kingdom, it also happened to be the moon gods and goddesses' birthday.

Only the most regal of all the gods are invited, the richest and most powerful.

"You know that's actually just a formality and they literally would just accept anybody who hauls their ass up there. There were even rumors of a mortal who got in by mistake right?" Phichit, the messenger god of the heavens said. Yuuri wasn't exactly sure how they became friends. The messenger just seemed to have stuck around a couple of millennia ago and Yuuri didn't really mind. Actually he was too shy to ask at this point. It just happened and that was that.

Yuuri busied himself with the coffee he was brewing. "Yeah but I don't think the celestial palace would appreciate having the god of death in their palace when it's literally the moons' birthdays."

Yuuri rang up the next order. A soul in the line accepted it graciously and bowed to the god in thanks. Yuuri waved the gratitude off easily.

"You say it as if being a god if death is such a grim thing. I mean you literally brew coffee in your past time. You're probably the most approachable god there is," Phichit replied. "I mean nobody would expect to be in a coffee shop when they die."

Yuuri entered the kitchen. He started on the desserts. He baked when he became stressed. "People sometimes couldn't accept their death you know. They either died violently, or parting with their loved ones became too painful. It's nice to enter the afterlife with a warm reception."

"Case in point." Phichit said, floating towards Yuuri's side. The god of death huffed and started beating the eggs on the bowl with enthusiasm.

"I'm busy with welcoming the dead anyway. It's not like people stop dying because it's winter solstice." Yuuri added the flour and yeast.

"You can give that to your servants. In fact all you really need to do us sit on your throne and discuss politics. At least that's what they do at the celestial palace." Phichit shrugged.

"As if I don't do plenty of that already." Yuuri rolled his eyes. Yuuri hated that aspect of his responsibility most of all. Political disputes were the worst. There weren't really many. In fact everything had been prosperous so far. There really isn't that many things the dead can do. Yuuri wanted to think he's governing his domain well.

He was lucky enough not to attend council on the celestial palace every decade. He's lucky enough to not need to show his face to the other gods. Except a handful, like Phichit. One does not escape the messenger god, even if you are the god of death.

Either way, Yuuri preferred brewing tea and coffee. He liked baking sweets and welcoming new people and talking to them, learning their lives. Yuuri loved this idea of his more than anything.

"Everybody will be giving their offering to the moons." Phichit pointed out.

"And I will give mine, like I always do every year." By asking the merpeople sing and by letting a thousand fireflies loose. He does this whenever they start to dance. Oh and when they do start, the world just seem so stop. Yuuri would leave the underworld to watch.

"Don't you wish to see them up close this year?" Phichit meant well, but Yuuri was suddenly so tired.

"I think I'm good," Yuuri tried to smile. "Don't you have like, a dozen other gods to invite?"

"Oh fuck!" Phichit yelped. "Thanks for reminding! I gotta go!" He wooshed out of the underworld in haste.

Every god and goddess desire to marry a moon. The seven moons were the most beautiful and stunning beings in the known world their dances were something to die for. It is an honor for a mortal to see their dance at least once in a lifetime.

As a god, seeing their dance was a pleasure of being immortal.

Yuuri thought so as he stared up at the shining deities in the sky and they looked lovely with their every movement. He stayed up on the tallest tree on the tallest mountain and watched the sky as the dance started. Their silver dresses glimmered in the dark, bringing a soft glow in the night. And they look stunning. Yuuri was in awe.

The fireflies and the mermaids were singing sweetly in honor of the moons, because Yuuri asked them so. The birds too joined in the fun.

And Yuuri.

Yuuri felt inspiration from the beautiful sight. The music was loud and he might be just a little drunk on wine which tasted sweet on his tongue.

So he danced. And danced. And he danced the night away. Forgetting everything with every cup of wine he drank.

Yuuri felt like shit the next day.

He crawled out of his bed looking like death and plague.

"Stop being dramatic. You technically are death incarnate. It's literally your job description." Yuko's admonishing voice did little to help to Yuuri's hangover. It's strange how one can rule over the afterlife and still somehow get wasted over wine.

Yuko was Yuuri's right hand. She watched over the underworld whenever Yuuri was out. Which was almost never. Except last night. He was out getting shit faced drunk last night.

Yuuri's day wasn't exactly the best. Despite his hangover, he had duties to attend to, plans to approve, souls to welcome and comfort, coffee to brew.

"You can always take a break you know. I'm sure you're subjects won't mind you sleeping in for a day."

When Yuko told him that, Yuuri merely gave him an affronted look and continued brewing coffee and tea. However, Yuuri can't escape the hangover for so long.

"Ugh. I'm never drinking again." Yuuri murmured as he hauled his body to his personal springs. It was convenient to have an entire bath for himself. "I'm going for a bath."

Yuko followed him to his bath chamber. "Should I send in Minami to wait on you?"

"Goodness no! Get him away from me until my hangover pass!" He yelled. Yuuri casted an entire wall to prevent anyone from entering inside. He wanted to bathe alone thank you very much. Yuko simply giggled with glee.

Yuuri started to strip his robes. First taking off the sash on his waist and then the kimono that was heavy on his shoulders. He folded his glasses gingerly and set them on the side. When he was completely naked, he dipped slowly to the hot water, closed his eyes in bliss, and let out a loud moan.

"Long day?"

"Yeah." Yuuri replied without opening his eyes. Nothing beats a soak in the springs. The throbbing in his head subsided a bit and he might just stay here for the rest of the day. He let out a contented sigh.

This was good. This was great. This was relaxing. Therapeutic. There was a man in the bath lounging next to him in his personal hot springs, probably all stark naked and staring at Yuuri with interest. Everything was soothing to his muscles.

Yuuri's eyes shot open.

There was a man stark naked in his bath and staring at him with interest.

Most importantly, this was the most famous moon god, Victor Nikiforov. In his hot springs. Stark naked. Staring at Yuuri with interest.

"Eeehhhhhhhhhhhhhh????!!!"

"Say Yuuri, I don't know how to say this but what the fuck?" Yuko's mouth fell open when he saw the moon god sleeping on Yuuri's bed, half naked and surrounded by flower petals. Yuuri hurriedly shushed her.

"I know Yuko. You don't need to remind me." Yuuri grumbled while signing a couple of paperwork on his desk. You'd be surprised to know that the afterlife worked on bureaucracy. In fact Yuuri wanted to push for democracy, but for some reason the dead didn't want to deal with who was leading them. For now he settled on a constitutional monarchy.

"What is Victor Nikiforov doing here of all places? In your bed most of all and looking like," Yuko moved with frantic gestures. "Like that?" He pointed. Her voice was shrill despite whispering and Yuuri seriously didn't need more of this.

"I don't know Yuko," Yuuri set his pen on the desk with a sigh. "Heck he'd be back to the celestial palace by now if I knew." He rubbed his temples.

"You didn't sleep with him, did you?" Yuko asked when she finally calmed down.

"Yuko!" Yuuri blushed till the tip of his ears.

"What? He seemed utterly blissful if you know what I mean." Yuko studied the figure closer.

"He took a soak in the springs and fell asleep," Yuuri pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose. "Honestly I was surprised to find him in the bath."

It took him quite some time to persuade the man into leaving the springs and changing into something slightly decent. There went Yuuri's precious alone time.

"Hhnmnm..." The moon god stirred from his sleep. Yuuri and Yuko held their breath and paused. Then he woke, brilliant blue eyes greeting dark brown ones. His long silver hair was tousled in his sleep.

"Oh! He's awake." Yuko whispered.

The moon god blinked, as if confused. Then he took in his surroundings as if he had forgotten where he was.

"I'm hungry.." He muttered.

Yuuri jolted at the sudden declaration. "Uhhh...is there anything you want to eat?"

The moon god turned his gaze at him and suddenly Yuuri was aware how bright those eyes were. "Hmm..what's your favorite food? I think I want to know."

Yuuri turned to Yuko for help. If you look close enough, you could see the panic written in Yuuri's eyes. "Uhh...Yuko..?"

But Yuko paid him no mind. She flashed a grin on the moon god and said. "I'll bring two bowls of Kastudon right away, your majesties." Maybe to escape the room. Maybe just to bring him trouble, either way, Yuuri nearly gave a shriek for help. Being with the moon god was too much at once.

"Is something the matter?"

"N-nothing!" Yuuri was quick to reassure. Thankfully, Yuko was quick to comeback with two steaming bowls of katsudon. That was fast.

"Here we go you're majesties!" Yuko said.

"Wow!" The moon god exclaimed. He picked up the chopsticks and dug in. "Vkusno!"

Yuuri dug in his own bowl of katsudon. Occasionally, he would look at the moon god. Each and every time. The moon god would be staring back. Each and every time, Yuuri would avert his gaze wuickly.

Yuuri can't handle the look the moon god was giving him. Especially when he tilted Yuuri's chin to meet his gaze.

"Yuuri," he said and Yuuri's world stopped for all he could see was the deity before him. "I think we should build trust in our relationship, no?" Yuuri could smell the scent of Jasmine and lilies and just a hint of Yuuri's bath oils and he was too close too close too close too close-

Yuuri scrambled back without grace or dignity. It was all too much at once! He flushed red with the proximity of the moon god. Were the moons really this tactile?

"What's wrong?" He asked Yuuri with this confused look that somehow still looked so adorable it's unfair! And Yuuri should be the one confused here.

I just-" Yuuri took a sharp inhale. "What are you doing here?"

Victor tilted his head, silver hair falling gracefully like a waterfall. "You don't remember last night?"

Last night was the solstice ball. Last night he remembered watching the moons dance, last night he was dancing to the songs of the merpeople with the light of the fireflies, last night he getting plastered with wine....

The rest of it was blurry. Yuuri felt a headache coming just thinking about it.

"How cruel!" The moon deity wailed. "Last night was the best night of my life! It was my first time after all! And you forgot about it? Oh you cruel thing!"

Yuuri's cheeks burnt. He didn't actually mean he slept with him last night right? "W-wait! What was your first time last night? What did we do?!" Yuuri can feel the panic rising in his body.

"It's my first time in the underworld of course!" He pouted with petulance. "You showed me around and danced with me till dawn, only for you to forget it!'

On one hand, Yuuri was thoroughly relived because he didn't do anything that might have caused trouble. On the other hand, the moon deity saw him absolutely make an utter fool of himself in his drunken stupor.

"I was," Yuuri bowed his head in embarrassment. "I was drunk last night. I tend to black out when I've passed a certain limit. Whatever happened last night, I am so sorry."

Victor Nikiforov stared at him with this undescribable look. Yuuri couldn't look him in the eye.

And then, Victor Nikiforov stood up and left. Just like that. Without any other word.

Yuuri tried to quash the feeling of disappointment in his chest. But that was that. And he probably would never see him again. Yuuri sighed, rubbing his forehead. What a weird experience.

Yuuri hated mornings more than anything.

He stayed up the entire night to catch up all the things he missed and perhaps finish tomorrow's work. Then he could sleep in. The encounter with Victor stressed him too much that he ended up overworking. So now, he was going to sleep in. Without his alarm, he slumbered like the dead until past noon. He might understand now why he was the god of the dead.

He remembered groaning and putting his alarm on snooze. Or he thought he did. The godforsaken alarm did shut up at one point. Maybe he threw it away and it broke. Anyway Yuuri would bargain his divinity for additional five minutes of sleep.

He rolled over and hugged his pillows. He didn't really remember having a sturdy body length pillow. He wondered why it was very warm and comfortable. But it didn't matter. He sighed and went back to sleep for five more minutes.

"Yuuri." He stirred in his sleep. A soft whisper in his ears. "Yuuuri~'

He groaned and burrowed deeper into the pillow.

"It's already noon Yuuri." The voice said, fingers slowly caressing his back. Yuuri peeked at who was talking to him and blue eyes stared back.

"Hi." Victor smiled at him. "I'm back and I brought my things with me this time." He beamed. "You look really cute when you sleep you know?"

Yuuri knew he should scream, but honestly? He was too tired for this. If he didn't really think about it, maybe he could pretend that there wasn't a moon god lying next to him in bed, and he wasn't hugging him while he drooled in his sleep.

Instead all he did was shut his eyes and said:

"Wake me up after five minutes....yeah."

(Only when he woke up that afternoon did he give out a long a panicked scream.)

"Why would you even want to be here?" Yuuri tried to do his regular duties. However, a persistent moon god decided to follow him the entire day. Now the newly arrived souls were gaping at the shining god greeting them beside Yuuri, who looked plain and ordinary. One of them had even mistaken Yuuri as a servant. It was a child of course, so there wasn't any harm done. Even if they were an adult, Yuuri still wouldn't do anything, but it kind of did hit home. He didn't need to know how ungod-like he was.

Yuuri beat his egg whites faster. Victor's face when he saw how the underworld's reception is a coffee shop, was priceless.

"I told you. You invited me." He said while hovering over the counter. He seemed delighted at the array of pastries Yuuri created.

"When did I say that?" Yuuri handed the dessert to a waiting servant. She took some time staring at Victor before remembering to move on.

"You know when." He insisted. He didn't seem to notice the blatant staring.

"I don't really know. I don't get drunk often and when I do I forget about it the next day." Yuuri entered the kitchen in favor of running away from this conversation. Victor never really seemed to get the hint. So Yuuri was stress baking instead. Which was good because for some reason there were more people dying today than usual. Maybe the goddess of war had something to do with this. He'll have to send Minako a letter later.

"I don't really understand why you're so against my stay here." The god tried to sneak one brownie from the next plate. Yuuri swatted his hand and gave him a disapproving look.

Yuuri went back to making his icing.

"Don't you have responsibilities? Won't your siblings I don't know, wage some sort of war when they find out you're here the entire time? Won't they think I abducted you and held you against your will so that I can force you to be my spouse?" He asked in exasperation.

"Wow! What kind of novels are you reading Yuuri? Also these are very good." Victor was already munching on one of the macaroons to be served. Actually he got more than one.

Yuuri just sighed. "Just take it. The entire plate. And no, stop eyeing those tarts. I'll make you a separate batch."

The moon god's eyes sparkled with that said, he took Yuuri's hand, looked him in the eye with all seriousness. "Nothing bad will happen when you keep me here. I promise the moment I cause trouble, I will go back."

"Oh alright," Yuuri groaned. "You basically want a vacation. You can stay."

Victor beamed so wide, he started to shine. Yuuri squinted at the brightness.

"Does that usually happen?" Yuuri asked.

"Only when we're feeling happy." The moon god looked so excited. "We moons tend to do that. We lose our shine when we're sad. Nothing to worry about."

Yuuri nodded. What mess had he gotten himself into? He merely took an éclair for himself.

"You know about what you said earlier, I don't really mind you making me your spouse." Victor said.

Yuuri choked on his éclair.

"So he's really going to stay here?" Yuko asked.

Yuuri tossed the project proposals on his desk. Everything was giving him a headache. Most of the proposals weren't even feasible.

"It's not like I can kick him out. I already tried that." Yuuri sighed.

Victor was roaming around his personal library and office. He was reading the books while Yuuri tried to do his work. He could see sudden bursts of light while the moon god ventured the other parts of the room.

"Does that usually happen?" Yuko asked when light bursted from somewhere in the history section.

"Only when he's happy." Yuuri replied. It was slightly endearing actually. He couldn't hide his feelings. "Anyway the reports tell me of a sudden increase of deaths. Please start an inquiry on the newcomers' deaths. But do it patiently. You might overwhelm them."

"Will do."

There was a sudden clatter of books from where Victor was. Yuko winced at the crash. Yuuri just sighed.

"Go. I'll handle this." Yuuri was already walking towards the history section. Yuko simply giggled at his plight.

When he saw Victor, he could see a dozen books scattered around the floor and his toy poodle on the moon god's chest, and Phichit sitting by the window. Victor was glowing.

"Yuuri, I didn't know you had your boyfriend over!" Phichit gave Yuuri a teasing smile. Yuuri blushed.

"He's not my boyfriend!" Yuuri murmured the same time Victor said. "I didn't know you had a poodle!"

"Yuuri had him sent to a healer since he seemed to be feeling off." Phichit explained to Victor.

"And I could have picked him up myself."

"The elusive Katsuki Yuuri, going up to the surface? Unbelievable!"

"But Yuuri had been up the surface when we met." Victor piped up with wonder. "We met on the solstice you know. He asked me to live with him!"

Phichit just broke into a wide grin. "Yuuri you hoe."

"I was drunk." As if that everything.

“Sure you were.” Phichit replied. “Anyway, I heard you have something for the goddess of war?”

Yuuri conjured up a letter and handed it to Phichit. “Be gone you nosey god.”

Phichit bowed. “Do tell me when the wedding is on.”

“Phichit!”

"Oi Victor! There you are! You bastard! Open the door!"

A rather loud voice yelled from the other side of the door. Incessant knocking followed the demand.

"Oh dear. Who is it this time?" Yuuri rubbed his temples. Since Victor arrived, Yuuri's days had been out of schedule. It was barely a week since Phichit left. Yuuri opened the door and a kid stormed in the room without even acknowledgment for the death god.

"Victor!" He yelled at the moon god who was busy playing with Yuuri's poodle.

"Oh Yura! What are you doing here?" Victor seemed oblivious to the irritation of the latter.

"I should be asking you that you shithead!" The kid barked at Victor. Yuuri would have laughed at the comical scene if he weren't so confused.

"Excuse us. My uhh...husband means no harm." Another man entered the room. He looked muscular and serious, but perhaps just as exasperated as Yuuri. One look at him though and Yuuri knew something was off.

Mortal.

He knew then that this was Yuri Plisetsky, the first moon god who left the celestial palace and married a mortal. It had caused an uproar amongst the gods.

"Whatever it is you have to sort between yourselves, please don't break anything. I assure you, it's older than any of you." Yuuri spoke.

"Who the fuck are you?" Plisetsky hissed.

"I'm the god of death." Yuuri replied simply. He wondered if he needed to wear a sign so everyone would know who he was because he was almost certain even if he wore his imperial regalia, he would still be mistaken as a servant. With this Plisetsky's eyes widen.

"...You don't look anything like the god of death I had in mind. You look so..plain. What happened to your merciless stare?" Plisetsky squinted.

Yuuri simply sighed. As if Yuuri didn't need to know how dime-a-dozen he looked like. "So I've been told."

"Where's your horns? And your soul sucking eyes? Doesn't everything you touch die??!" Plisetsky started asking as if he was cheated. Yuuri was really starting to wonder where these rumors about him came from.

"Yura, calm down now." Victor appeased. He was still holding Yuuri's dog.

"Shut up! You aren't off the hook either." Plisetsky growled. "Why are you in the underworld? Is he holding you hostage?"

See. Yuuri knew this was going to happen. How did they manage to enter his palace seamlessly? Maybe it was time to hire security.

"You know Yura, you're not the only one who knows how to elope. You won't be the last one either." Victor grinned. Plisetsky did not appreciate that statement.

"Yes, but you decided you want to stick around with him of all people." Plisetsky snarled.

"At least he's a god. I'm not the one who married a disgraced mortal." Oh and Victor's smile was vicious. There was tension in the room. Yuuri just wanted to do his work. The mortal looked ready to bolt, Plisetsky was itching to draw his sword, and Victor looked the same.

Yuuri did distinctly remember that the mortal was the only surviving member of the Altin clan. He survived because he was banished a year prior the entire clan entered war and died. He then became disgraced for not did not die with them. Which Yuuri thought was stupid. Why would he join the war when he was banished? Actually why would people find honor in dying? It just meant extra paperwork for him.

"Yuko!" Yuuri summoned his right hand. The woman appeared without missing a beat.

"Oh Yuuri. More guests?" Yuko giggled. "You've been having them a lot nowadays."

"Please just send them to a room or something. I'm getting a headache."

"Umm....Lord Katsuki, I'm sorry for Yura ahh...he means well." If Yuuri remembered correctly, his name was Otabek Altin. "And I'm sorry for suddenly barging in when you seem busy you're majesty."

Yuuri at the commotion before him and sighed. "Just call me Yuuri. Besides," He glanced at the man with a smile on their face. "What do you say about drinking tea with me?"

Somehow the palace managed to stay in one piece after that entire debacle, although barely. He did at least learn a few things such as:

1.) Otabek's favorite dessert was baursak which he helped make with Yuuri in the kitchens while the two moon gods bickered.

2.) Plisetsky's favorite dessert was Piroshki which Otabek helpfully taught Yuuri after they made the baursak. (Allegedly Plisetsky was better at cooking the Piroshki)

3.) The moon gods were all drama queens.

4.) The only reason Plisetsky hated Yuuri was because he was afraid he would take Otabek someday since he was a mortal. He was also ready to fight Yuuri when the time came.

"You know, he could've just asked politely and I would've found a way." Yuuri sipped his tea. Otabek still looked pretty uncomfortable with having tea with the god of death so casually. Well Yuuri can't blame him.

"Would you really?" He asked.

"Well yeah. I could give him a plot of land here to live in so he could still see you. But I guess he would want you to be immortal. That's trickier. He'll have to plead to the higher council." Yuuri shrugged. "The plea can go through if the applicant has done a heroic deed or is deemed worthy."

At this Otabek looked disheartened.

"But I'm starting to like you a lot Otabek Altin. So when the time does come, you need not to worry."

Otabek laughed. "I still can't believe death ran on a bureaucracy."

"Mhm...sometimes I can't either." Yuuri laughed with him. It was quite a ridiculous thought.

"Beka we're leaving!" Plisetsky glared at Yuuri. "What did you give him? Did you make him eat something so he can't leave the underworld anymore?"

"That's a myth. Seriously where are you getting these stories?"

"That crazy messenger god told me since he's the only one who's ever seen you!" Plisetsky said.

"Oh Phichit." Yuuri wasn't even surprised anymore.

"Come back soon Yura!" Victor entered the room looking so much more winded down.

"Fuck you Victor!" Plisetsky gave him a vulgar gesture.

"Plisetsky." Yuuri said before the pair could leave.

"What?" He grumbled.

Yuuri took his hand and pressed something in it.

"So you won't have to worry." Yuuri whispered.

Plisetsky stared at the talisman on his hand and gaped.

Yuuri winked. "I only have so few of those so don't make me regret it. Don't tell anybody about it either."

Plisetsky furrowed his brows. "Whatever." He rolled his eyes as he pocketed the gift. But his eyes looked grateful.

Both of them left without any other word. When they were gone, Victor slid next to Yuuri and said. "You never told me you had a ward against death."

Yuuri chuckled. "I'm the god of death. Of course I would, though limited as they are."

"Kind of you to give Yura one."

"I like them. Plisetsky and his husband. It would be a shame to tear them apart." Yuuri smiled. He turned to Victor. "Now let's go bake some Piroshki."

Living with Victor fell in a routine, albeit a disorganized and mostly spontaneous one, it was a routine regardless. Most often both of them would go sightseeing.

("It's actually an inspection and survey."

"Don't be a spoilsport Yuuri. I'm enjoying the tour.")

And Victor would help in greeting the dead. In fact he’s taken a liking in spending time in the coffee shop.

(“You know I’m starting to think you made a coffee shop so you have an excuse to drink all the coffee you want.”

“Shh..I feel dead without caffeine.”

“Yuuri, you’re the god of death. Feeling death is in your job description.”

“You’ve been chatting with Yuuko too much haven’t you?”)

For some reason, Victor also insisted on sleeping next to Yuuri all this time.

(“You have your own room, you know.”

“Your bedroom is warmer and the underworld is so cold.”

“For someone who is stuck in the heavens the entire time, you seem to really hate the cold.”)

And Yuuri thought it wasn’t actually so bad.

Time passed and it was already time for hallows eve. The underworld was buzzing with activity.

“It’s the time of the year where the boundary between the living and the dead start to blur into nothing.” Yuuri explained to Victor. He was dressing himself up for the ceremony later. He donned his imperial regalia. A black Kimono with golden cranes woven in the back and a red sash tied on his waist. “It starts with Halloween and ends with All soul’s day. By then all spirits have to be back after visiting their families. The portal closes.”

It was absolutely worth it when Victor’s face morphed into amazement when lights flickered into life and built the bridge between the dead and the living.

“Wow.” And he glowed bright in happiness.

However, it was pretty sobering when the news came that winter.

“Three moons are dead.” Yuuri said after he read the letter Plisetsky sent them.

Victor looked absolutely grim.

“You need to go to back.” Yuuri insisted.

So with a heavy heart, Victor left the underworld to mourn for the death of his siblings.

It was quiet. Yuuri missed the noise Victor made. He missed the life that he brought, he missed the sudden bursts of light when Victor felt happy about the most trivial things, but he waited patiently anyway. He continued his work quietly.

It was almost a week. He’s heard of nothing from Victor. Yuuri worried that Victor might have changed his mind. Maybe he didn’t want to be with Yuuri anymore.

No, Yuuri quashed the worry in his chest.

It was almost a month. Still nothing. Yuuri was almost certain that something bad did happen to Victor.

His doubts were confirmed when Yuko came with the news. Apparently the increase of death was due to the sea serpent’s berserks on the mortal towns. It was also responsible on devouring the three other moons. It came for Plisetsky too but thankfully Otabek managed to fend it off.

Yuuri was suddenly running to the realm of the living, his armor on and his trusted sword tied to his belt. Yuuri knew many were after the moon’s hand in marriage, but he’s never heard of anyone devouring them after rejection. Nobody dared.

Yuuri didn’t think anymore, he couldn’t even remember what happened. He was sure he fought the sea serpent after he saw it after Victor. He blacked out after that. When he came to be, Victor was already in his arms and Yuuri was filled with blood, though he was sure most of it was not his own.

Tears fell from Yuuri’s eyes at seeing Victor.

“I thought I lost you!” He said over sniffs. “Don’t do that ever again!”

“Oh Yuuri. It’s okay, you saved me.” Victor whispered.

“Why are you so calm over everything?” Yuuri wiped his tears. “Why am I the one crying? You’re the one that almost died!” Yuuri grumbled.

“Frankly I don’t know.” Victor laughed.

“Stop laughing! You’re never leaving my side! You’re staying close to me from now on!” Yuuri buried his face on Victor’s chest after pulling him in a hug.

“That sounds like a marriage proposal.” Victor chuckled while tracing soothing circles on his back.

“It can be if you want it to.” Yuuri murmured.

Victor stopped his ministrations. “..what?”

“Do I have to say it again? I’m asking you to marry me.” Yuuri repeated. Victor’s blue eyes widen in surprise. His mouth fell open in shock like a fish out of water. His face flushed pink.

Yuuri can’t help but feel his own face burn in embarrassment.

“If you don’t really want to-“

“Yes!” Victor cut in. “Yes yes yes yes!” He giggled and he glowed brighter than any other time, he glowed the brightest that night. “Can I kiss you?”

This time it was Yuuri who looked surprised.

“Sure if you want to. I mean, I know I would.”

Victor kissed him before he could over think.

The souls still gaped at the sight of Victor next to him. After all, it was strange to see a moon god so far from the sky. But this time, Yuuri was proud to say that he was married to this moon god.

Besides Yuuri found himself gaping at his own husband.

“By the way, I still don’t remember how we met.” Yuuri said as they lay together in bed.

“It doesn’t matter. What matters is this.” Victor kissed him goodnight with the promise of eternity ahead.

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Secret Santa time!

To @gay-manga-ships From @undadasea

Merry Christmas, darling! I’m sorry it’s not really Christmas-y, I’m not very good at holiday themed stuff :’)) but I hope you like it regardless of the lack of festivity! Enjoy the silly problems of a pining teenage Victor <3

Description: Cinderella, a tale of falling in love at first sight and fighting for that love.

When Victor’s school puts on Cinderella, a new actor emerges and takes the lead. Maybe Victor’s been in love from the moment he laid eyes on Yuuri, and maybe Yuuri feels the same. It definitely takes them both a while to build up the courage to say so. Maybe it takes a few weeks of acting and texting, but it absolutely does get resolved. Eventually.

>>>>>

Day 1: Auditions. “Alright!”

Ms. Green clapped her hands, gaining the attention of everyone in the room. Victor turned away from Chris to look at her standing on the stage. “I’m so glad to see a lot of students here for our spring production of Cinderella! Now, I know a few of you are returning from last year, but remember; just because you were here last year doesn’t guarantee you a big role this time. I’m sorry, but fair is fair. Now.” She waved a hand out towards the audience and one of the other students stood and joined her on the stage. Ms. Green rested a hand on his shoulder, and he grinned big. “This is Phichit Chulanont. He’s going to be our director this year. Phichit, take it away.”

A few students clapped as Ms. Green descended the stairs, Victor included. He loved that Ms. Green always had a freshman acting as the director of the spring productions, and he remembered his turn in that spot fondly. Directing a bunch of students older than him to act out Romeo and Juliet had been a challenge, but it was fun nonetheless.

“Hi!” Phichit waved. “Like Ms. Green said, I’m Phichit. I hope that I can help all of you reach your fullest potential for our performances! I plan to cast based on talent, and talent alone. I’m very excited to get started, so let’s go!”

After he finished, he called a few people onto the stage and got right to work. As everyone got up, he introduced himself to them each personally and gave them a scene. When Victor went up, Phichit glanced away at someone for a moment before handing him a script.

“Alright, Victor, I want you to act as Cinderella.” Victor nodded, smiling, and walked over to center stage. They were practicing the ball scene, and already they had a the step-sisters and the step-mother.

“Who should be your prince, hm?” Phichit asked coyly, looking around. He seemed to find his target as he smiled brightly. “Yuuri! Would you please play the prince for us?”

There was some grumbling, but eventually another student who must be Yuuri came up the stairs. He had messy black hair and blue-framed glasses on, as well as an over-sized sweater and baggy sweatpants.

Victor tried to keep a smile on his face as he approached.

Then they began the scene, Victor waiting off-stage for his part, listening for his cue and reading along.

“It’s the prince!” Someone yells, Victor has already forgotten her name, but he knows that’s his cue, and he steps on-stage with all the nervous grace he can muster. He watches briefly as Chris and another student tussle around with the Prince before they stop and all eyes are on him. The Prince comes over in the silence and offers him a hand, and in that silence, Victor’s breath stops.

The Prince is panting a little, most likely due to wrestling with Chris, his cheeks flushed a light pink. And Victor notices now his nice, brown eyes blown wide, shining in the stage lights, different shades of brown mixed together.

Oh no.

He begins to reach out for his hand, and then Sara’s voice cuts in, making them both pull away. “It’s time to play ridicule! Everyone! Take sides!”

And they are both whisked away as the scene progresses. The continue for only a little bit longer before Phichit cuts them off, clapping his hands.

“Wonderful! I want to try something, though. Yuuri, Victor, switch roles. Start at the same place as before.”

Victor turned to Chris with a furrowed brow, but his friend only shrugged and moved back to where he had started. Victor moved to his spot, and they started again.

When it came time for Cinderella to enter once again, after Victor fought Chris and whoever else off of himself, he turned to see Yuuri standing on the other side of the stage, fidgeting with his hands. He made his way over, and slowly he reached a hand out to him. Yuuri looked up from the floor, his cheeks once again flushed and his lips parted slightly. Victor smiled, and held his hand flat, waiting. Yuuri reached up to grab it, and once more, before they could touch, Sara cut in.

So they continued to the act, until they had reached the same place as before.

“Okay, I think that’s a good place to end it today!” Phichit called out, climbing back onto the stage and gestured for everyone else to get off. "Ms. Green and I will work on the cast list today, and we should have it finished and posted tomorrow. So I’ll see you all then!“ And then he made a shooing motion with his hand.

Victor only made it to the car before he broke down.

“CHRIS OH MY GOD.”

“Victor! I’m not deaf, you don’t HAVE to yell at me!”

“Sorry.” Victor rubbed his neck sheepishly as they pulled out of the school.

“It’s just. I think I’m in love. Help meeeee.”

Chris laughed. “Wow? So soon? And who?”

“Yuuri! That last scene just… UGH. He’s so cute, Chris!” Victor whined.

“He was an amazing actor, too! That’s all I need in a man. Handsome, adorable, good actor, he has my heart already.”

Chris shook his head, but he was smiling. “You only just met, Victor. You don’t even know if he’s a good person. You’ve never had a conversation!”

“I don’t care, he’s perfect. God, how am I supposed to survive 11 weeks of practice with his perfection?”

Chris rolled his eyes, but he drove on. Victor knew, though, that he wouldn’t survive to the performances. He could already tell.

Day 2: Casting. “Victor Nikiforov! You will be our Prince Charming.”

Victor smiled at the announcement. Honestly, he loved the role, after spending all night reading the script. Now, if only his Cinderella was….

“Yuuri Katsuki!” Ms. Green’s voice called next. “You will be Cinderella, the star of the show.”

He couldn’t help the huge grin that spread across his face as he glanced out in the crowd of students to find his new crush. There he was, hiding his face in his hands. There was the hint of a smile that Victor could spot, just barely peeking out from behind his hand.

Standing and crossing the room, Victor stopped in front of Yuuri. When the latter moved his hands off his face, Victor grabbed them. They were so soft.

“Yuuri! I’m really excited to work with you as my Cinderella! If you are anywhere near as good as you were during auditions, then I’m sure our performances will be the best production this entire school has ever had.”

Yuuri stared up at him, the blush Victor has already become fond of ever-present on his face. Now that Victor got a better look, he could see how it spread all the way to his ears. Adorable.

“I-I’m not too sure about that…” Yuuri mumbled, his eyes dropping to his lap. “Your performance in ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’ is quite the competitor.”

Victor beamed, fighting a blush of his own. “You saw that?” Yuuri just nodded. “Well, we’ll just have to work extra hard, so we can beat it. That means lots of practice!” Victor sat in the empty seat next to Yuuri, lowering his voice a little so he wouldn’t be shouting anymore. “Can I have your number, so we can meet up for practice and such?”

He caught Chris’ exasperated expression in the corner of his eye, but he ignored it. Victor has never been one for subtle or slick, and he knows it.

“Um, sure?” Yuuri’s shoulders drew up, but he had accepted! Victor finally released one of Yuuri’s hands to reach around to grab his phone. “Here, just put it in.” He pulled up a new contact and passed it to Yuuri, who put his name and his number. “Can I take a picture of you for the icon? It’s okay if not, I just like to have icons because I have a bad memory.” Victor lied through his teeth. He doesn’t have icon pictures for any of his contacts but Chris, and that was just because Chris’ was a dumb picture that he had set to tease Chris.

Yuuri, however, didn’t know he was lying through his teeth. He just blushed, and nodded. “If… If you want to, I guess? But only if I can get one of you for mine.”

“Of course!” Victor pulled up the camera for his phone, taking a quick picture. The lighting was awful, but now he had a cute picture of Yuuri so lighting be damned. He sent Yuuri a text so he’d have his number to add as a contact, and let Yuuri take a picture of him (which he may or may not have winked in).

After that, Phichit called for everyone’s attention, and work began.

Day 11: The dance. It was the 11th day of practice, 6 weeks since auditions, and Victor was living. He and Yuuri had been texting, and before and after each practice they’d been talking. Victor had yet to get Yuuri away from school to… Practice. But he was trying.

But every conversation they had was wonderful. Yuuri was an amazing person, and just as cute as Victor had thought he would be. PLUS he was an amazing actor, and Victor’s crush was just getting bigger and bigger with every message. He’d had to refrain himself from sending hearts the other day. It’s too much.

Of course, it was only going to get worse for his heart today. He had been both dreading and awaiting this day of practice since he realized. He and Yuuri are going to practice the ball dance today. After 6 weeks, he was finally going to get to dance with Yuuri.

So of course Victor had arrived to practice beaming, ready to go. And now Phichit was talking with Ms. Green about the scene in question as Yuuri and he waited on stage.

“Hey Yuuri, follow my lead?” He whispered, tired of waiting and ready to finally do one of the things he had been anticipating the most in the past few weeks.

Yuuri, of course, gave him a slightly puzzled look, used to Victor’s usual attentive behavior during rehearsals. But he nodded nonetheless, and took Victor’s hand when he offered it. Slowly, Victor pulled him closer until their bodies were almost touching, but not quite. Even with the distance however, they had never been so close before, and Victor reveled in it.

“Dance isn’t something you can discuss.” He whispered into the small space between them. Yuuri nodded, his brows furrowing a little.

“Sometimes you just have to feel it.” Victor smiled, and rested a hand on Yuuri’s waist. Finally, Yuuri seemed to realize what he was doing, a small grin softening his features as he placed a hand gently on Victor’s shoulder.

And they began to dance with no music, and the Victor’s world narrowed to the one point where Yuuri was.

He could hear the music in his head as he took the lead, dancing slowly across the stage with Yuuri. Victor smiled brightly as Yuuri laughed when Victor’s silent instructions hadn’t been enough, resulting in Victor trying to spin Yuuri and ending up being spun himself. They sped up as they danced on, at points Victor giving the control to Yuuri and letting himself be spun and moved, dipped and twirled, then taking it back and lifting Yuuri as they both reached their limits, breaths coming out heavily. Once he set Yuuri down, both of them fell to the floor, leaning on each other and laughing.

Victor felt elated, his hand still tangled with Yuuri’s as they both sat there, trying to catch their breath. They both startled when Phichit’s voice called out.

“That was amazing, you two! Spectacular! Beautiful! Do you think you could do that for the performances?”

Victor rubbed the back of his neck, a slightly embarrassed smile spreading across his face. “I guess? Maybe Yuuri and I could choreograph something for it, do you think, Yuuri?” He turned to him, only to see Yuuri curled in on himself, his breathing as fast as it had been they had stopped dancing, but he should have been able to catch it by now, shouldn’t he? “Yuuri?” He asked, resting a hand gently on Yuuri’s shoulder, which caused Yuuri to flinch. He withdrew, wide eyes looking up at Phichit and Ms. Green in confusion.

“Oh shit.” Phichit breathed out, running up the stairs and over to them. In a very soft voice he asked, “Victor, I need you to scoot back, okay?” Victor just nodded and did as asked, watching as Phichit sat on the floor next to Yuuri, leaning over to whisper something to him without touching him. Yuuri nodded his head slightly, barely visible, and Phicht rested a hand on his shoulder, helping him stand. Victor watched helplessly as Phichit led Yuuri off the stage and to the back of the room. As Ms. Green called for everyone’s attention, telling them to run some lines with others in their scenes, he caught sight of Yuuri’s face, covered in tears, and his whole body shaking as Phichit whispered something to him.

After a while of running lines with Sara, Ms. Green called out saying that practice was over for the day. Immediately, Victor ran over to Phichit, afraid to go over to Yuuri, who was still sat in the back of the auditorium, legs pulled up to his chest and watching the people on stage.

“Phichit,” Victor said, reaching out a hand to set it on Phichit’s shoulder before pulling back. “Is Yuuri okay?”

Phichit sighed, but nodded. “He is. He was just… a bit overwhelmed. I can’t explain much under best friend law, but he’ll be fine.” He smiled tightly up at Victor. “Don’t worry too much. It wasn’t anything you did, and he’s fine, I promise.”

Victor nodded, looking at the floor before glancing back at Yuuri again. Their eyes met and Victor gave him a small wave, which Yuuri returned, sort of, by lifting his fingers. But Victor smiled at him and went to gather his stuff.

When he got home, he looked at his phone to see a message from Yuuri.

I’m so sorry.

Victor squinted at the screen for a good five minutes, trying to decipher what Yuuri could possibly be sorry for, when another text message popped up, followed by two more.

i… um. ok. this is kind of hard for me to say, but i know you well enough to know you’re blaming yourself for what happened at practice, and i don’t want you to worry or be mad at yourself.

i suffer from panic attacks sometimes, and that’s what happened earlier. i loved dancing with you, but a combination of breathlessness and the anxiety i get from being seen when i dance resulted in… well. you saw.

i’m okay now, i promise. i didn’t mean to flinch when you touched me, that’s just kind of reflex. i don’t generally like being touched when i’m having an attack, especially with no warning. if it happens again, just quietly tell me if you’re going to touch me and wait for confirmation, okay?

Victor set his phone down and moved to his computer, immediately googling everything he could about panic attacks. After an hour of research, he picked his phone back up, and typed up a reply.

thank you for explaining. i’m not going to lie when i say i was scared when i saw you were crying and i didn’t know why. i promise if it happens again, i’ll be more careful ^^; i looked up some stuff on panic attacks, so i should have a little better an idea now?? i had never heard of them before…

omg you looked them up?????

of course! i want to be able to help you if it happens again, i don’t want you to be sad or in pain

i’m literally screaming ok thanks

dfghj don’t scream!!

too late.

Victor laughed to himself, glad that Yuuri at least seemed to be feeling better now.

seriously though, thank you for trusting me enough to explain everything.

… always.

Day 22: Performances!! “Oh my GOD Yuuri! Can you believe that we have a performance TONIGHT?!”

Victor draped himself dramatically over Yuuri’s shoulder, to Yuuri’s apparent amusement. Since the day they danced, the two of them had grown a lot closer. Where before, Yuuri had been hesitant when Victor was near, and pulled away when Victor touched him, now he had grown accustomed to Victor’s casual touches, and his over-dramatic tendencies.

They had spent the last few weeks meeting up every weekend to work on their dance, wanting it to be as beautiful and as freeing as the first. They had both agreed to keep it secret until the performance, wanting to surprise the audience and the other actors and crew members, citing that they wanted the reactions on-stage to be genuine. But really, Victor’s motivation considerably more selfish, wanting to keep the dance Yuuri and he had had to himself for as long as possible.

But today was the day, and in a few hours their dance would be shared with everyone, no longer there for Victor to hoard for himself. That was okay, though. Because today, he had decided, would be the day he asked Yuuri to be his boyfriend. He had planned it all out. After the performance, he’ll grab Yuuri and pull him aside after they get their congratulations from the audience, and he’ll ask him there. And maybe, maybe if he is lucky, he’ll even kiss Yuuri. A real, true kiss.

“Victor get off, Phichit is trying to do my makeup.” Yuuri laughed, shoving his face playfully. “And you need to go get yours, too. There’s only an hour before showtime, you know.” Victor pulled himself off, and grabbed his own makeup, beginning to apply it himself.

“I know, but it feels so surreal! I can’t believe after tonight, you’ll no longer be my Cinderella. What if you find a new Prince Charming?” He half-joked.

“I could never replace you as my Prince, Victor.” Yuuri said quietly, his eyes shut while Phichit applied eyeshadow.

“Oh my God, Yuuri!” Phichit shouted, obviously delighted. “That was so cute!”

“Shut up, Phichit. Finish my makeup so I can get dressed.”

“But-”

“No.”

“Bu-”

“NO.”

Victor laughed at their banter, finishing his own makeup, a much more simple style than Yuuri’s. He grabbed his costume off the rack and went to change.

Then, it was showtime.

The play, for the most part, went off without a hitch. Of course, it was a live performance, so not everything was perfect. Victor almost knocked over a set piece, Sara dropped Yuuri’s glass slipper and almost ‘broke’ it, and someone came on too soon and had to improvise his way through it. But it was wonderful. Every scene Victor saw with Yuuri went wonderfully, even when someone forgot a line, Yuuri helped them get to it and he had his own lines memorized perfectly.

Once the curtains closed after the final scene and the applause sounded throughout the theater, the crew began moving set pieces back for bows, and Yuuri grabbed Victor’s wrist, dragging him to the back where they were to wait until it was their turn to bow, at the end.

“Victor,” Yuuri whispered at the sound of the curtains reopening, and the final song starting to play. “I need to ask you something.”

Now would be JJ, Michele, and Emil coming out to bow first.

“Yes?” Victor asked, furrowing his brow. Yuuri looked at the ground and fidgeted for a second. He reminded Victor of their audition together.

The applause died and began again. Seung-Gil and Sara, now.

“Will… Will you… Would you like to…”

Next was Otabek, another freshman, and Chris.

“Will you be my boyfriend?”

Victor’s heart stopped, his jaw dropping and his eyes widening. This wasn’t happening. Yuuri had beat him to it. He couldn’t help it, he laughed a little.

Unfortunately, Yuuri seemed to take it the wrong way.

“Oh- I’m- I’m sorry, that was so ridiculous of me. Of course you don’t.” He took a step back, taking a shuddering breath.

“No no no.” Victor gasped, reaching out and pulling Yuuri back, pulling him closer than before and leaning down to whisper to him. “You misunderstand, Yuuri. I was going to ask you the same thing after bows.” He smiled.

Yuuri blinked at him, confusion taking over his face before realization beat it out. “Oh my God.” He giggled. “Oh God.”

Victor hugged him. “You beat me to it.” He laughed, squeezing Yuuri tighter when he felt Yuuri returning his hug. “I would love to be your boyfriend, Yuuri, if you will have me.” Yuuri nodded against his chest and they both laughed again.

Victor took a quick glance out to who was bowing now.

Leo and Guang Hong. Only one more group.

“Yuuri, do you trust me?”

Georgi bowed. They were up.

“Of course.”

Victor pulled back and smiled, then they stepped onto the stage.

The lights were blinding, the applause thunderous. But Victor’s attention was on Yuuri, and Yuuri’s on Victor. Yuuri smiled at him, and Victor couldn’t wait another second.

He lifted a hand, placing it gently on Yuuri’s cheek and leaned in. Yuuri’s eyes widened, he took in a deep breath, but then he relaxed, and he met Victor halfway.

Their first kiss was spectacular. Under the warm stage lights, with the crowd in front of them and the rest of the cast behind them, as the last few notes of the song drew the production to a close. When they finally pulled apart, Victor drew Yuuri into a hug, laughing and whispering in his ear, "This was a much better production than ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’.“ And Yuuri laughed his bright laughter, as they pulled apart to take a bow with the rest of the cast.

And the curtains shut, and the show was over.

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