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Yuuri rolled his eyes at Victor’s antics… he’d been the one to leave, yet Victor texted him seven times– did the guy not understand personal space? Yuuri chuckled and opened the text, deciding to shoot back a reply.
Yuuri 8:32
Good morning :)
Yuuri 8:32
I’m sorry about last night. I got overwhelmed and I left, I should’ve talked to you about it
Victor 8:32
Yuuri, you have nothing to be sorry about! I should’ve asked you if a party like that would’ve made you uncomfortable and stayed by your side like I said I would. Not only that but I brought you to an unsafe place with people a lot older than you who were drinking alcohol!
Yuuri smiled at Victor’s response and felt relieved. Maybe Victor wasn’t a teenage pressured to be mean to everyone who was less cool than he was like Yuuri had thought…
Yuuri 8:34
Victor, I’m not ten, I can handle being around drunk people :P
Yuuri 8:34
God knows I’m used to being around wasted people with how often my ballet teacher is drunk
Victor 8:35
She teaches you while you’re drunk!? That can’t be good…
Yuuri 8:35
No!! She’s a close family friend and is over at my house a lot so I know her drinking habits, but she definitely doesn’t drink when she’s teaching a class or anything lol
Victor 8:36
Oh good
Victor 8:37
What are you up to today?
Yuuri smiled at the question and the fact that Victor really did seem very interested in Yuuri’s day to day life. They then launched into a conversation about their plans for that day and the weekend, which lead to Victor telling Yuuri about how his parents were dragging him to Niigata for the weekend– something that exited Yuuri greatly, but bored Victor out of his mind. Victor complained that the drive was four hours long and that he would surely die of boredom and cabin fever. That was when Yuuri learnt that Victor was an outdoorsy person, unlike Yuuri himself, who could go for days without ever leaving the property. Victor was shocked at that and proceeded to tell Yuuri that he would drag him outside every single day so that he didn’t get a vitamin d deficiency. Yuuri laughed and forgave Victor for abandoning him at the party, deciding that Victor dragging his heavy butt out of bed every single day was punishment enough.
The weekend passed quickly, with Victor and Yuuri exchanging texts almost 24/7. Victor had mentioned that their frequent social engagement made the weekend trip far less boring, and it had made Yuuri’s heart swell up with joy. He really loved being the centre of Victor’s attention.
Suddenly it was Monday morning, and Yuuri was being startled out of his skin by Victor, who was currently wrapping himself around the smaller omega and burying his head in Yuuri’s neck. Yuuri’s ‘friends,’ (Yuuri called them his friends but he really didn’t like any of them, and the only reason he kept in touch with them was because he didn’t want to look like a total loner,) laughed at the display of affection, all of them smiling kindly at Victor. Yuuri knew they all wanted Victor as their friend for a popularity boost, but Yuuri also knew that Victor and he shared the same opinions about his so-called ‘friends.’ But, even while their ingenuine laugher surrounded he and Victor’s intimacy, he knew that they would never be able to disrupt their peace and friendship despite their antagonising tries. Yuuri knew he had Victor all to himself, and no one could break them apart. (Yuuri knew this was a big thing to say, even though he and Victor hadn’t even been friends for more than a fortnight.)
Yuuri giggled and sighed as Victor pulled away, knowing the other would’ve gone an armful of his weak smell. Yuuri knew that he wouldn’t fully be able to begin properly producing pheromones until he was older– for now, his scent was weak and barely there, and even when you did smell its scent was that of a stereotypical omega, and not much of Yuuri’s personal scent. Yuuri didn’t even smell himself often, and wouldn’t be able to pick out his own scent from a room full of people. Not like his mother and father could– they knew their son’s scent like the back of their hand. Victor hoped after that hug he’d also liked and picked up on Yuuri’s individual scent. Yuuri then began to wonder what Victor smelled like as he turned around in his arms and hugged him properly. Alpha’s scents were always more potent than beta’s and omega’s, but Victor still hadn’t had his first rut so Yuuri would have to really nose around on his scent gland, and Yuuri was far too shy to do that, unlike Victor.
“You smell so pretty, Yuuri,” Victor giggled as the pair pulled away from each other. Yuuri rolled his eyes at the ‘ooo’ sound his peers made around them.
“Victor, that doesn’t even make sense,” Yuuri grumbled, looking unimpressed at the alpha. Victor shrugged and put his hand on the small of Yuuri’s back and guided him inside the school building.
“So, I was wondering if you would like to hang out after school? No parties this time, and it can be just us. Or more people, if you would prefer– and we can do whatever you like,” Victor propositioned. Yuuri thought about it for a second– he was planning on going to the rink today and staying till around six, but he could probably just skate for two hours, instead of his normal three.
“Mmm, okay, but only for an hour. I have to practice after that,” Yuuri told him as he opened his locker. “We could go to the mall and hang out there or something?”
“Yes, that sounds great. And how about if I impress you with my hanging out skills, I come watch you skate at the rink?” Victor asked, hoping Yuuri would let him. He’d been absolutely dying to see Yuuri skate.
“It might be a bit boring for you though, I’m just running over jumps today,” Yuuri told him furrowing his brows. “But you can come if you want?”
“Yes!” Victor cheered, before pulling Yuuri into a tight hug.
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The school day went as normal, the two of them meeting up for lunch and recess and chatting their heads off to each other while trying to ignore the other students who were students. Yuuri knew what they were thinking– how did Katsuki Yuuri become friends with a year nine student? Not only a year nine student but Victor Nikiforov. How did little old Yuuri do that?
But Yuuri pushed those thoughts away, Victor had chosen him and he was so grateful. Beyond grateful.
At the end of the school day, Victor and Yuuri met each at the lockers and walked out of the school together, chatting about what they’d done that day, and how Ms Watanabe was so strict, and that Mr Sato was totally choosing favourites and probably was in a relationship with one of the year twelve girls, but that Ms Takahashi was seriously the sweetest lady ever . Then Victor started to talk about the teachers who were ‘totally attractive’ and ‘super hot’ and Yuuri got a little uncomfortable. It was at moments like these when Yuuri realised how much difference a year made. It made Yuuri realise that to Victor, Yuuri wasn’t the only person in the world, and Victor had goals and desires other friends. Yuuri didn’t think that was the case for him. No, Victor was the only one that existed– he was the most important .
Yuuri and Victor took the bus to DiverCity Tokyo Plaza– a place Victor had never been before. The pair found a McDonald's to sit outside of and watch the other people bustle around them and going into other stores.
“So, how are you liking real school?” Yuuri asked getting out his wallet to see how much money he had to spend that day.
“Eh,” Victor grunted, shrugging his shoulders. “It wouldn’t be the greatest if you weren’t there, in fact, I probably would’ve begged my parents to let me go back to home tutoring by now if I hadn’t met you.”
“Really? Is it that bad?” Yuuri laughed, tilting his head to the side. To Yuuri’s surprise, he found ¥2000 in his wallet. Definitely enough to buy one of those healthy smoothies from Boost. He watched as Victor thought about the question he’d asked.
“Also do you want a smoothie because I’m getting one from there,” Yuuri asked, pointing to a green shop with large orange Japanese letters across the front of the bar.
“A smoothie? Don’t you want to get a milkshake?” Victor asked like getting a smoothie instead of a milkshake was an insane thing to do. “And while I’d probably survive at ‘real school,’ being tutored was so much more fun and relaxing so I’d probably ask my parents anyway.”
“I can’t have milkshakes– well, I can, but I’ve noticed recently that I put on weight easily and I need to be in shape for Skate America, plus the smoothies there are really good and most of their medium sized drinks aren’t over 600 kilojoules,” Yuuri told Victor, getting out of his seat and moving to the bar at Boost. “You coming?” Victor hopped out of his seat and rushed over to Yuuri.
“Hi, I’ll have the Green Tea & Mango smoothie, and he’ll have…?” Yuuri said, trailing off and looking to Victor who was scanning the menu, not paying attention to Yuuri and the employee who was waiting for him to answer. A few seconds awkwardly passed before Victor noticed.
“Oh! Sorry, I’ll, uh... I’ll have whatever he’s having,” Victor said hurriedly, not wanting to embarrass himself or Yuuri.
“Your drinks will be ready shortly, next!” Yuuri smiled and stepped away from the counter, receipt in hand. The pair of boys waited patiently for their drinks, not speaking. Well, that was, until Victor asked what Yuuri would practising at the rink.
“Uh, just jumps. I’ll be doing jumps all week really. I’ve just started to get the hang of the triple salchow,” Yuuri told him. “It’s a type of jump, my first triple jump, actually,” Yuuri then clarified.
“Sounds impressive,” Victor commented.
“Yeah, it’s a big achievement for me but some of the older juniors have already started to learn quads,” Yuuri replied, frowning. He probably wouldn’t make it to the GPF this year because he was so young and many of the other skaters are a lot older and more experienced, but he was happy with himself for starting to learn a triple jump.
“And how old do Juniors get?”
“Uh, they usually tend to leave around sixteen years, so only three years older than me,” Yuuri told him before their number was called out and they had to collect their drinks and pay. Just as Yuuri was about to pay for his, Victor had already handed over enough money to cover both drinks in the flash of an eye.
“Don’t worry about it, Yuuri, I got it.” Victor shot Yuuri a smile as he handed him his drink, but it didn’t quell his unease about Victor paying. He had his own money, he wasn’t poor.
“Thank you,” Yuuri said quietly as he took the drink.
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Victor and Yuuri pulled up the rink in Victor’s car, (he didn’t drive it obviously, he had his personal driver do that.) Yuuri was of course still in awe that Victor had someone other than his parents drive him around somewhere, but revelled in the luxury. He could really get used to being close friends with Victor.
Yuuri and Victor left and finally walked into the rink together– Yuuri hoped Victor admired where he skated. After all, Victor was constantly bedazzling Yuuri with his luxuries, plus the rink here was pretty snazzy. It wasn’t the Olympic level rink that was further downtown, but it was huge and often wasn’t open to the public– Meiji Jingu ice rink was perfect, and Yuuri even knew the couple that worked there since he came in so often. Yuuko and Takeshi had been the first people Yuuri had spoken to when he first moved to Tokyo– Yuuri had explained that he would one day be a famous international figure skater and they immediately promised him discounted time allocations so he could practice often and without worry.
Yuuri watched Victor’s light up as the stepped inside they were met with the view of the huge ice rink. On the other side of the rink was a food & drink area next to a ‘heating’ room.
“This is my section of the rink that I use that is open to the public most days, but the bigger rink is through the main entrance that has stands and is open to the public every single day except for when they host competitions and lessons,” Yuuri explained. “Do you have any homework to do today, because you might want to pull that out because this is going to be incredibly boring.”
“What?! Yuuri, I’m sure this will definitely not be boring– I’ve never seen anyone figure skate before,” Victor told, taking his eyes off of the rink to look at Yuuri, who looked excited and was currently bouncing on his toes, itching to get on the ice.
“Still, I’m not even going through my routines today, just practising and perfecting jumps and different sequences,” Yuuri informed him, beginning to walk to the locker rooms. “I do this jump sequence in my short program where I go from double toe loop to double lutz to double axel into a camel spin and then later in the season I’m hoping to swap my double axel into a triple axel. That’s a three jump combo, and I’m putting it towards the end too. But, they’re the only jumps in my entire short program so…” Yuuri said, trailing off. He’d always known he was never going to be the best at jumps– most people in his age level would have incorporated at least three triples in their routines plus doubles.
“That sounds amazing, and not boring at all!” Victor exclaimed, following Yuuri into the changerooms.
After readying himself, Yuuri took to the ice, Victor’s bubbly gaze on him. And he skated– he practised his jump sequence over and over, unable to do anything major to it since his coach was only around Tuesday to Friday, but he did his best. He went over his step sequences and various spins, (Yuuri was starting to rack up quite the spin repertoire.) All while he did so, Victor’s eyes never left him the whole time. He didn’t pull out his phone or homework, he just sat and watched in awe, occasionally talking to Yuuri about terms and asking ‘what kind of move was that?’ Yuuri was grateful Victor cared about him enough to sit through two hours of him skating before he had to leave.