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“That’s it,” Yuuri sighs, sitting upright, “I’ve got to tell him.”
“Finally,” Phichit says the same time as Yuuko says, “Oh my god!”
They’ve been waiting exactly an hour, five minutes and thirty-three seconds for him to come to that conclusion.
After his realisation, Yuuri had been too stressed to do anything with it. He’d taken his time pacing throughout his room, going over whether or not Viktor actually was his Mystery Man. He went through every possible piece of evidence and had once again discovered that Viktor was, in fact, his Mystery Man. After that, he needed comfort food, so he left Phichit and Yuuko- who’d long since known they were in this conundrum for the long haul and brought some assignments and their phones to entertain themselves- as he went to the nearest 7-Eleven to buy a tub of Ben and Jerry’s, a packet of Pringles and finally a pack of gum. He settled down in his spinny chair and ate each snack one by one, he finally reached the appropriate conclusion midway through his packet of Pringles.
“But what do I say? Like, ‘hey do you remember making out with some weirdo at a party one time, well that was me! Surprise! Wanna make out again?’” Yuuri babbles.
Yuuko scoots closer to him, “Maybe not that. How about… Hey, Viktor, I don’t know if you remember but…? And then tell him about the party, then ask him out. Simple”
“What if he doesn’t remember the party? I mean what if I’m not memorable?”
“Yuuri!” Phichit gasps. “How could you not be memorable? I mean, even if he didn’t say he ‘felt a spark’ when you two made out, you sure left a mark just being you,” Yuuri rolls his eyes at him. “Look, if he doesn’t remember, you ask him out and he says ‘no’, then he’s not worth it.”
Yuuko passes Yuuri his phone, “But first, let’s see if he is worth it.”
They hug him for support as he lets out a deep breath. It’s okay, Yuuri thinks, he’ll like you. He’ll remember. He’ll have felt the spark.
***
Victor lays in his bead and groans in a self-pitying tone for what must be the billionth time. “Oh my god! Just tell him already!” he hears his friend shout from the other side of the room. Viktor just rolls over and groans once more.
He’d been like this for longer than he’s willing to admit. After Yuuri didn’t pick up for the second, or third, or fourth time he’d called, he knew he’d messed up; like, really messed up. Viktor can count the times he’s messed up this bad on one hand, yet none seem to have gone as bad as this. He keeps thinking if only I’d kissed him back.
See, Viktor is head over heels for the one and only Yuuri Katsuki, his Skating Buddy. Why then, did he not return a kiss that he had desperately desired for so long? Viktor has been tossing and turning only to find the one thing that stopped him from kissing back when Yuuri kissed on his lips in the skating rink was guilt.
Viktor was guilty that after everything he’d done; the posters, receiving relentless calls from the posters and making a detective’s board of potential suspects- he gave up. He gave up on the guy he swore he’d find, the guy he knew he was destined to be with, the guy who he knew was also trying to find him; because those kisses weren’t just kisses… they weren’t just sloppy make-outs… they were fluttering, warm, magical kisses that made him feel something- something deep in his core that he knew he’d been ignoring for years: the potential for love.
But after a few days, he gave up, like it was nothing. All because a beautiful, bespectacled, Japanese man made him feel the same way as the man he’d kissed and Viktor hadn’t even kissed him yet.
He groans once more, “I’m such an idiot.”
“And for the 426th time,” his friend Yuri began, “I agree.”
“Yuri…” Viktor begins but lets out a whine. “You should leave,” Viktor groans, waving an arm in an attempt of shooing him. “I can’t think of you or your name without thinking of him.”
“Oh my fucking god,” Yuri growls, standing up and making his way to Viktor’s phone, “Just call him already!”
“I tried but he isn’t picking up.”
Viktor was met with silence.
“I can’t even,” Yuri spoke, dropping Viktor’s phone by his bed as he walks out of the door.
Viktor watches him leave with a frown before looking at his phone, what had made Yuri leave like that?
A text from Yuuri, received fifteen minutes ago.
Can we talk? Maybe you come over to mine?
Viktor, almost not believing his luck looks up at the mirror to see if his face is a total mess. It is, but somehow not as bad as Viktor had pictured.
How soon do you want me? Viktor replies, already running to put on his shoes. Even if Yuuri doesn’t want to talk to him immediately, he had to run around the block or do something with the nervous energy he’s very suddenly developed. He has to think of what to say… Apologise first? Sorry I didn’t kiss you back… I like you and I want to date you but at the same time, I’m pining over someone whose face I’ve never seen.
He shakes his head and pulls on his coat as a buzz sounds from his phone on the bed.
Can you come right now?
He simply replies, I’m on my way.
***
Viktor arrives in a couple minutes, having almost broken the speed limit a few times, he grimly looks at his reflection and idly attempts to fix his hair- not that it would do much difference. He attempted to come up with something to say to Yuuri on his way here but everything he ended up with was either an excuse of an apology or a random topic of conversation as a method of getting out if he needs to.
He runs a hand through his hair and turns off the engine, sighing heavily. He hats this, how awkward things are between them… how he has to think about what to say; he likes how relaxed and calm Yuuri made things, he always felt so peaceful around him and he felt he could be himself because Yuuri just had… something which made everything okay. He wonders if Yuuri could make this okay… this fuck-up that has caused this rift between them, this uncertain awkwardness he wishes he’d never created. He takes a breath and opens the door all while thinking, I’m sorry Yuuri and I know that’s not enough.
When Yuuri answers the door he seems nervous, and somehow… calculating. As if he’s not sure if Viktor is actually Viktor but some evil clone. Viktor follows him in and Yuuri gestures that he sit on the bed as he takes the chair by the desk.
Viktor can’t help himself as he remembers all the times he’s been in that room in the same spots they’re in now when Viktor didn’t want to leave Yuuri’s calm company.
“Yuuri I’m sorry,” Viktor begins as Yuuri asks, “Who are you in love with?”
What the other says seems to catch them by surprise. Yuuri’s brown eyes are wide behind his glasses and Viktor now sits up straight. “What?” Viktor eventually utters, breaking the silence.
“I…” Yuuri gulps, “I think I might know who it is…”
Viktor scoffs. “I’ve been pining after him for too long,” He moves to the edge of the bed so he can reach out for Yuuri’s hands. “Yuuri I’m here to talk to you about you so could we please-“
“Viktor,” Yuuri interrupts, moving away from him, “please. I-I need to know.”
Viktor sighs once again. “I’m going to sound ridiculous.”
But Yuuri’s looking at him with wide eyes filled with patience.
“Okay,” Viktor breathes. “I was at a party… I think it was Phichit’s; the big one from a month or two ago. Anyway, I was there and I was just about to leave when out of nowhere-“
“Phichit appeared and dragged you into a closet,” Yuuri finishes.
Viktor stares wide-eyed at him. “How did you know that?” Viktor feels a spark of hope deep in his chest, there are only a few ways he could know that… Could he be?
“Because,” Yuuri leans forward, “I was at that party, talking to Phichit and,” Yuuri chuckles at the memory, Viktor’s heart thuds loudly, “he was beyond drunk at this stage. So, he asked me if ‘the rumours were true’ and after answering, ‘yes’ he took me into the closet and left me. He came back a couple minutes later with another guy and left us in there. Some… things happened and before I could tell him my name or that I wanted to see him again, he-“
“You… it was you,” Viktor places a hand on Yuuri’s face and rubs his cheek with his thumb. He wants to take in every feature of his face that he hadn’t-couldn’t- in that closet; every crinkle of his smile, every furrow, every mark, every different shade of brown in his hair.
“Yes, and it was you,” Yuuri smiles, leaning into his touch and bringing a hand up to caress Viktor’s, “My Mystery Man.”
“I can’t believe this…” Viktor murmurs in disbelief. “I didn’t kiss you because I felt guilty about leaving the search for you behind.”
Yuuri laughs, “The same happened to me a few times.”
Viktor’s brows furrow, “Why didn’t you call me…? When I put the posters up.”
“I did,” Yuuri looks away, “But you didn’t answer.”
Viktor lifts up Yuuri’s chin with his fingers. “Then again, I’m not sure if I believe you. How could I really know if you were the guy I kissed that night?” Viktor asks, smirking; his hand still cradling Yuuri’s cheek.
Yuuri looks at him with a mix of shock and disbelief, “How else would I know about it?”
Ignoring his last comment, Viktor states, “To be honest, I think there’s only one method of figuring this out.”
Yuuri looks at him quizzically as he leans forward and kisses Yuuri, cradling his face in his hands. Yuuri is at a loss for what to do with his hands but brings them to Viktor’s waist as he returns the kiss. It was slow and simple, it was like they were taking in each other’s kiss like Viktor had with Yuuri’s face, attempting to memorise and notice every part and feature. They broke apart for breath but quickly, Yuuri returned his lips to Viktor’s. And similar to their last kisses, the second became more heated, so much so, Yuuri moved from his seat and pushed Viktor against the wall, straddling his hips and running his hands through his hair. Viktor’s hands trailed down Yuuri’s body to grip his hips.
“This,” Viktor moaned in between kisses, “This is what I was looking for.” It’s similar to their kisses at Phichit’s party but somehow, so much sweeter. Yuuri’s heart is thundering in his chest and he knows his face is bright red but it doesn’t matter, he just knows that he can’t get enough of him. His cologne is the same, Yuuri notes with a smile and his hair is still as soft. When Viktor feels Yuuri’s tongue he lets out a soft moan that makes Yuuri kiss him harder.
When they break apart for air once again, Viktor begins kissing along Yuuri’s jaw and down his throat and Yuuri feels like he could fly.
And as they melted into each other’s lips, tongues and hands they can’t help but feel finally at peace for they had finally found their Mystery Man.
***
No one in their group is truly surprised when Viktor and Yuuri meet them at the cafeteria with reddened lips, two (visible) hickeys each and intertwined hands. When they sit down with overjoyed smiles a loud murmur of, “About time” rises from the group.
They settle down next to each other to find Phichit excitedly gesturing as he explains his future best man’s speech, one hand unavailable as it’s linked with Seung-Gil, who stares unabashedly at his boyfriend’s excited jabbering with a large blush blooming on his cheeks. Chris, next to Phichit, laughs at him while also making his own future best man speech. Mila, opposite Chris and next to Sara, is talking about something that Yuuri can’t hear over Yurio complaints about how irritating Viktor was until he saw Yuuri’s text while Otabek, next to him, tries to calm him down.
Yuuri doesn’t immediately see Yuuko but after a quick scan of the cafeteria, sees her with Nishigori and he waves with his free hand, she replies with an overenthusiastic thumbs up.
When he turns his attention back to Viktor, they lean in for a quick kiss in front of their friends only to hear Yurio utter a, “Ugh. Yuck.”
They both laugh and Yuuri thinks that he wouldn’t mind things being as they are forever.