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“Teacher Yuri?” There was always a question in a child’s voice, and Yuri was honestly just thankful he wasn’t an actual teacher because he’d seriously start to get sick of questions. “Teacher Yuri?”
“Yes?” Ever bad with names, Yuri struggled to remember which little girl was in front of him.
“I drew you!”
Well. No. She hadn’t, judging by the image she had actually just colored an image.
Of a girl. She had colored a picture of a literal fairy.
He bit back his groan of frustration, knowing full out Viktor was laughing behind the barrier behind him.
Fuck him.
“Wow!” He pretended to act surprised while taking a knee in front of her. “Thank you! It’s beautiful!”
She grinned up at him. Despite his new position, she was still a good foot shorter than he was.
“What’s this?” He pointed to some aimless scribbling in the corner, specifically at what seemed to be a “K.”
“Its a ‘K’!” She confirmed, smile even wider. “I didn’t know what your name started with!”
“A yu…”. Yuri blinked.
When do kids learn the alphabet?
Viktor was still laughing. He probably couldn’t breathe. Maybe he was crying by now, he did like to cry.
“I don’t know how to make that letter so pretend it starts with a ‘K!’” She told him, expression suddenly very serious.
“I-don’t—ok?” She hugged him and he wasn’t sure what to do in response. He didn’t like hugging the children. It was technically allowed, if a student hugged him—specifically the babies like her—he was allowed to return it but he felt so uncomfortable when they did it. “Ok, why don’t you get going. Mila is teaching your class today.”
“I want you!” She whined, gripping him tighter. “You teach us fun things!”
He taught them the exact same shit. He didn’t ever stray from the predetermined lesson plans he’d been given.
“I can’t skate that much just yet, and I just taught a class,” He apologized, patting her awkwardly on the head.
Yuri realized he couldn’t get up until she moved out of his way and sighed.
“Please?”
“Vera!” Mila called. “Come here! We’re starting!”
Saved by the bell, Yuri watched as the little girl skated off towards the redhead. He wasn’t sure why he let himself crouch down, but his knee cracked loudly in a melodramatic protest.
He let out a groan and made it off the ice and onto a bench.
“Ok?” Viktor asked, fingers running through his own hair, pushing it out of his face.
“Yeah, just a little sore.” Yuri rubbed the inside of his knee a moment, putting the picture he’d been given next to him.
The action resulted in another explosion of laughter from Viktor. Yuri’s ears flushed pink.
“It’s just a picture, stop laughing!”
“Yuri, I think that’s a death threat.” Viktor grinned wide, amusement shining in his eyes.
Yuri frowned and looked down at it again. The picture was really only colored in shades of red, most of it concentrated on the fairy’s head and around the general area of the left boob.
Which…
Yeah, ok, it could be interpreted like that.
“Oh shut up.”