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Eileen Tapia stares at the digital clock on her phone as she drums her fingers on the desk. 9:11am. The professors are late. She opens her binder and glances over the syllabus. Professors, actually. Neither Professor Fumio nor Professor Katsuki are here yet. She could have slept in.
In the front of the class, the door opens. Elieen looks up, hopeful that it's the professors but to her dismay, it’s a noisy group of freshmen. They make their way up the stairs to the back of the class, adding to the noisy chatter that’s already starting to give her a headache.
“If the professors are 15 minutes late, we’re legally allowed to leave.” Eileen hears from somewhere behind her. There’s a chorus of joyous exclamations following that statement.
Freshmen. Elieen sighs. Don’t they know that lectures don’t have mandatory attendance? No-one's forcing them to stay.
She’s already starting to regret choosing this class. Unlike the majority of the class whose baby eighteen and nineteen year old faces indicate that they’re in their first year, Eileen is 24 and in her final year of study for Industrial Engineering. She’s a little older than most undergrads due to taking a gap year and opting for a full year internship, but she has no regrets.
Although this course is slowly becoming one. She has nearly all her compulsory credits, but unfortunately her degree requires her to take a humanities course, so here she is in Japanese 101. She figured the course would come in handy when watching anime.
The door at the front of the class opens again. A tall Russian man, probably in his late twenties walks in. He has ash blond hair that’s half in a messy bun and half spilling down his shoulders. He’s wearing a suit vest, dress shirt, dark jeans and a messenger bag. Eileen knows very little about fashion brands, but even she can tell that they’re expensive. No undergrad could afford that; or at least no domestic undergrad. International students are another issue, the rich bastards (affectionate). He’s definitely the professor.
Although it is strange, a Russian with a Japanese last name. She mentally shrugs. She’s seen weirder things.
Eileen watches as the Russian looks at the front of the classroom, checks his phone and frowns. He looks over the classroom, stopping when he sees her looking at him. Shit.
He climbs up to the third row and smiles. Eileen distantly notices that his lips are heart shaped. “Hi! Is this, Japanese 101?”
Eileen nods. “Yeah.”
The man smiles again and Eileen blinks. No one should be that happy or cheery this early in the morning. “Great! It's like a maze trying to find your way around. Mind if I sit next to you?”
Despite asking, the man barely waits for Eileen to nod before he slides behind her chair and sits in the empty one on her right. She watches as he pulls out an electronic notebook and pen before firing off a quick text. Huh. Guess he’s not the teacher then. A mature or returning student then? That would explain the expensive… everything.
The man slides his phone back into the messenger bag and then turns back to her with a frown. “Isn’t class supposed to start at 9am? I thought I was late.”
Eileen nods. “9:10am, actually. All classes start ten minutes after the hour to allow students to get to their classrooms on time.”
This is common knowledge. All upper year students know it, and freshmen usually catch on within the first week of school. Eileen concludes that he’s probably a mature student.
“Ooo that’s smart.” He holds out his hand. His nails are painted, and the thumbs have small brown poodles on them. Despite clashing with his otherwise professional look, it's incredibly cute. “I’m Viktor.”
Eileen shakes his hand, slightly surprised. Shaking hands is awfully formal for a classroom setting. “I’m Eileen. I love your nail polish.”
“Thank you! It's modelled after my dog, Makkachin. Here, look!” Viktor whips out his phone, and Eileen is instantly bombarded with pictures of a large brown poodle.
“She’s so cute! I’ve always wanted a pet.” Eileen says wistfully, a few minutes later. “How old is she?”
“She’s immortal.” Viktor says, and Eileen laughs. “I got her when I was eighteen? Anyways, it’s nice to see another mature student! I was warned that the first year class would be mostly teenagers but I didn’t expect this.”
Eileen glances around the classroom. Viktor and her are pretty much the only students over 20 years old. She shrugs. “It’s a first year course. There’s a larger demographic in the upper year courses. I’m actually a fourth year student.”
“Oh wow! Why are you taking this course then?”
“I need a humanities course for my degree. I didn’t want anything that assigned long essays, so that pretty much just left introductory courses to new languages.”
“Ooo I see! I decided to take this course because I heard the professor for this course was really good.”
Eileen hums, and pointedly doesn’t look at the time. First impressions aren’t, or at least they shouldn’t be everything. There’s too much pressure. At least, that’s what she realized at her internship last year.
“What are you studying?” asks Viktor.
“Industrial Engineering.” Seeing Viktor’s inquisitive look, Eileen continues. “It’s basically just optimization. We take systems, programs, machines, processes, you name it and make it more efficient.”
“That sounds complicated.”
Eileen laughs. “It can be, sometimes. How about you? Why did you decide to come back to school?”
“I needed a change from my old career.” Viktor says. “It was amazing, before. There’s nothing quite like performing and surprising everyone, but the, ah - what’s the word? The body aspect of it was too consuming, no, burdening. And I got old, so I retired.”
Viktor pouts and Eileen stares bewildered. Viktor looks like he’s in his late twenties, early thirties at most. Although, studying his face she realizes that he’s wearing some light make up and readjusts her estimates to mid thirties at most. Which is still incredibly young, all things considered.
She’s about to follow up with a question - multiple questions actually, starting with ‘how old are you,’ to ‘what was your career,’ to ‘how on earth did you manage to retire so young,’ but the door at the front of the classroom opens, and two flustered Japanese adults walk in and head to the desk.
They set their bags on the desk. The man pulls out his laptop and starts connecting it to the projector while the woman walks up to the black board and writes Japanese 101. The man gets the projector working in record time, and then taps on the mic.
The class quiets down, finally. Eileen rubs her temples.
“Good morning, I’m Yuuri Katsuki and this is Hirayama Fumio . The course coordinator, Professor Goya Hitomi, is taking a sabbatical, so we’re going to be your instructors for the semester. We apologize for arriving late…”
Beside her, Viktor chuckles quietly. Eileen tears her eyes away from a moderately flustered Professor Katsuki - who is apparently a first year graduate student - to Viktor who is hiding his mouth behind his hand, poorly disguising a laugh.
Her confusion must show on her face, because Viktor shakes his head and turns back to Professor Katsuki.
~~~
Halfway through the course, Eileen realizes that Viktor saying that he took the course because ‘he heard the professor was really good’ is really just code for ‘he heard the professor was really good looking.’
It shouldn’t bother her, really. Actually, at first, it makes her quite happy. Over the past two years a large portion of the university’s Queer Club members had graduated and left. As the social media manager of the club, it was her role to advertise and recruit new members, and a potential new member had literally landed right next to her.
Except Viktor makes these tiny little sighs every time Professor Katsuki does anything Viktor deems cute like tapping his pen against his cheek, straightening his glasses or existing and it's incredibly distracting.
Honestly.
Eileen would’ve expected this from a freshmen, not a twenty-thirty something year old! Then again, Viktor is technically a freshman. Maybe he didn’t know that student-professor relationships were prohibited? Usually the age gap between students and professors was enough to stop that from being an issue, but considering that Viktor looked about the same age, or even slightly older than Professor Katsuki, that wasn’t the case.
While he changes slides, she studies Professor Katsuki. He has chocolate brown hair and eyes and blue glasses. He’s lean, and of average height. There’s a faint blush on his cheeks in combination with how he holds himself and talks just a tad bit too fast, he looks shy and a bit anxious being the joint focus of fifty something students. Still, there's an underlying confidence about him, although she doesn’t quite know how to explain it. Sue her, she’s an engineering student, not psych.
Eileen supposes that he’s fairly attractive, although not nearly enough to provoke Viktor’s reaction.
Then again, attractiveness is subjective. Being demiromantic, she tends to find people with personalities that mesh well with hers more attractive after she gets to know them.
Distantly she wonders if Viktor falls under the bisexual umbrella, or gay. Then she remembers his long hair, the make-up and the nail polish. Maybe he’s non binary? Not that guys can’t have those and be male. She’ll ask later.
Thankfully, Professor Katsuki hands the podium to Professor Fumio for the second half of the lecture and Viktor stops mooning over Professor Katsuki and actually starts taking notes. To her surprise, they’re actually really good; Viktor even gently corrects a few of her notes. He must have some background in Japanese.
~~~
As class ends, Professor Fumio hands the podium back to Professor Katsuki to make a few announcements for the next class. Beside her, Viktor literally rests his chin on his interlocked fingers and stares dreamily at Professor Katsuki. Eileen quietly laughs at him, not unkindly.
Viktor glances at her with a smile and shrugs unapologetically. “Eileen, isn’t he so cute?”
“He’s alright, I guess?” Eileen says.
Viktor makes a dramatic expression of horror. “Just alright? Eileen, Eileen, have you seen how good he looks? I mean, the whole Professor theme. The glasses, the semi formal clothes with an actually decent tie this time-”
Before Viktor can continue what is undoubtedly a long rant about Professor Katsuki’s attractiveness - which considering that Eileen is going to have to see him for the rest of the semester, she’d rather avoid - Eileen pulls out the Instagram page for the University’s queer club and holds it up to him.
“I was wondering if you would be interested in joining our queer club? I’m the social media manager. We meet up every other week on Fridays to do everything from discussing how to make the University more inclusive to playing board games and movie marathons.”
It works; Viktor’s tirad has been stopped in its tracks. Better yet, he looks interested. He reads the description in the bio, scrolls through the top posts and then beams. “It sounds fun, count me in!”
Eileen grins. “Sweet! We’ll have a booth at the club fair next Tuesday - right after this class actually, and then our first meeting is on Friday. We’re in the McLaurin Building, room 324 this year.”
“Hmm.” Viktor looks thoughtful, and taps his finger against his chin. “Do you think Yuuri would want to join?”
“Yuuri?”
“Professor Katsuki. It’s his first name.”
Did he get that from the syllabus? Eileen gaps at him for a moment. Maybe she should say something. “I don’t know, but the club is open to all students, including graduates. But Viktor… you are aware that there are regulations about this, right?”
Viktor just looks confused.
“Professors and TA’s aren’t allowed to be romantically involved with students.” Eileen explains. “It’s… unethical. And it’s against the University’s professionalism rules. I heard that they have to attend a seminar about it.”
“Unethical?”
“Yeah, because the TAs and profs are in a position of power over students…” Eileen trails off staring at Viktor because judging the look on his face, none of this is making any sense to him.
Viktor frowns, and then says, “I’m going to talk to Yuuri.” And then, he turns to the front of the class. “Yuuri!”
To Eileen's horror, Professor Katsuki hears him, looks up and stares directly at her and Viktor looking mildly flustered.
Viktor waves at him, animatedly.
Nope, nope, nope. Eileen is out of here. Viktor is nice enough and his dog is one of the cutest beings to grace this planet but Eileen does not have the strength to survive the second hand embarrassment of Viktor, who apparently doesn’t have an inch of shame or embarrassment. She high tails it out of the class with a quick, “see you next week!” leaving Professor Katsuki looking sternly at a-way-too-excited-for-his-own-good Viktor.
~~~
Sometime during the week, Viktor messages her on her Queer Club Instagram, asking generic university questions - study spaces, restaurants, about the club and the class material he missed while he was mooning over Professor Katsuki. She checks out his Instagram - it's almost completely empty, with only a few pictures of his dog Makkachin. Hmm. Maybe he doesn't use Instagram often? Eileen shares her notes and answers his questions. Their interactions remind her of the mentorship program she joined back in her first year. It's sort of bittersweet to see the cycle finish; she’s going to miss university after she graduates.
The rest of the week comes and goes, and before Eileen knows it, she’s sitting in the same spot on Japanese 101 again. This time, the professors are plenty early. They idly get ready for class, while chatting in Japanese. Eileen listens to them and tries to recognize any of the words from the ones she picked up watching anime. Nothing. Nada.
Although considering that one of the animes she’s watched is Attack on Titan where half the words are ‘kill,’ ‘die,’ ‘death,’ or some variation thereof, that might be a good thing.
Viktor arrives a few minutes before they start with shades and two Starbucks coffees in hand. He isn’t wearing the suit-vest this time, but the jacket looks no less expensive. Not for the first time, Eileen wonders what his old job was.
For a moment, Eileen is scared that Viktor is going to give one to Professor Katsuki and then she’ll melt under the sheer second hand embarrassment of his flirting. She glances between him and Professor Katsuki, who’s also staring at Viktor. But to her surprise - and gratitude - Viktor doesn’t even look at Professor Katsuki.
He walks straight up to her and sets the Starbucks coffee right in front of her with a smile. “Hi Eileen! Thanks for helping me out last week!”
Eileen stares at him for a second. All she did was answer a few questions and send a picture of her notes. And this - well. It’s coffee. God’s gift to mankind, and university students. It's a sweet gesture. “Thank you!”
She scoots her chair forward, allowing Viktor to pass and sit beside her. As she does, she looks up to the front of the room and sees Professor Katsuki staring at them with an odd look. It only lasts a second; as soon as Eileen spots him he looks away and busies himself with his laptop, but still, it’s weird. Did she miss a rule about drinking in class? The vast majority of profs allowed it but there was always the odd few… but no. Professor Fumio has a coffee mug in front of the room.
Professor Fumio hits the button for the projector screen to lower, and the students around them start pulling out their notebook. Eileen pulls out her pen and starts writing the date in the corner. Beside her, Viktor hasn’t pulled out his notebook. Maybe he forgot it?
“Do you want to borrow a page?” Eileen offers, gesturing to the loose lined paged in her binder.
Viktor shakes his head, no. “I decided to audit the class. It turns out there is an issue with being in a relationship with the professor while you’re a student.”
Eileen stares at him in shock. He decided to audit the class because he wants Prof Katsuki?! A whole class. Which could potentially set back his graduation date, and increase his workload and probably a billion other consequences that Eileen doesn’t know because of how absurd it is. It doesn’t make sense to her. In the end, she shakes her head and chalks it up to being an alloromantic or allosexual thing. She’ll never understand them.
Besides that, class goes well for the most part. The coffee is delicious - smells amazing too. Viktor doesn’t moon nearly as much over Professor Katsuki - or at least he figured out how to do it in a non-audible and visually distracting way. The material is new, but easy to follow. The only thing is that throughout the lecture, Professor Katsuki sends her - or Viktor or both - odd looks. It’s very subtle, and Eileen only catches it two or three times because he has an odd expression she can’t place.
As soon as class ends, Eileen throws her binder and pencil case in her bag and stands up. She needs to get to the club fair to set up the Queer Club stand - the event is starting in a few minutes. She turns to Viktor, “I’m going to set up the Queer Club booth at the club fair now. Do you want to come with me? It'll be up until about 5pm today so if you have class you don't have to…”
“I’m free now.” Viktor says with a smile. “Let’s go!”
They exit the class ahead of the rush. Although just as she’s exiting the classroom, she feels eyes on her. Nothing malicious but… odd.
Eileen shrugs it off, and makes her way to the club fair, chatting idly with Viktor.
They get there a few minutes later. Eileen stops in front of a booth with an empty white cardboard presentation board, slides off her bag, and starts pulling out pamphlets, posters and merch. She shows Vitkor a picture of how she wants to set everything up, and he starts sticking the posters in position.
When the posters are in place, Viktor zeros in on the merch. “What are these?”
Eileen opens the container to show him. “These are pride flag pins.” she says pointing to the left. And then on the right, “these are letters with pride colours. We make them every year to help boost our club’s visibility. And you can pin them to your school bag and stuff.”
Viktor picks up a few of the flags, looking through them. “I’ve seen these before, I think. I don’t remember which is which, though.”
“That’s okay, sometimes it seems like there's a hundred of them.” Eileen laughs. “I remember most though. This one with the rainbow colours is the generic pride flag. This one with pink, purple and blue is the bisexual flag. This one with the black triangle, white, green and gray is the demiromantic flag. I have a few of these.”
“It’s a nice colour scheme.” Viktor compliments. “You’re- are you demiromantic?”
“Yep!” Eileen confirms. It’s not the first time she’s come out - her closet days are long over, have been for years - but there’s always a small bit of tension when she does tell someone. That, and usually a long lecture where she has to explain what demiromantic means. The woes of using a micro label.
Viktor looks at her and smiles kindly. “That’s when you only like someone after you emotionally bond with them, right?”
Eileen blinks, surprised and then nods. She can count on one hand how many times she’s come out to someone who actually knows what demiromantic means.
“My- I have… someone very dear to me who’s demisexual.” Viktor rummages through the pride pins and pulls out a demisexual pin. “That’s this one, right? Can I take it?”
“Yeah, of course!” Eileen says. “So.”
Viktor pockets the pin and lifts an eyebrow. “So?”
“I know you’re into Professor Katsuki and I was wondering how you identify? If you don’t mind sharing, that is.”
“I don’t really use labels.” Viktor says with a smile. “I mean, whenever someone asks I usually just say I’m gay - which is mostly true; I am attracted to men. Except I don’t always feel like a man? More like… something in between. It’s hard to describe. My- someone showed me a bunch of non-binary terms but going through them and questioning seemed exhausting. I know who I am, and that’s good enough for me, you know?”
Eileen nods. “Yeah, that’s valid. Your someone seems like a really good person.” She teases.
Viktor laughs. “Yeah, he's the best.”
Suddenly his phone starts to ring. Viktor fishes it out of his pocket. “Hello? Oh, Bonjour Chris. Ça va? Qu’est-il arrivé? Oui, oui, dans quelques minutes. Au revoir.”
That’s definitely not English. From Eileen’s limited knowledge it sounded almost like French?
Viktor hangs up, and turns back to her, his expression apologetic. “I can’t stay, unfortunately. Something’s coming up in half an hour.”
Eileen waves it off. “No worries! I’m curious though, was that French?”
“Yes!” Says Viktor. “It seemed useful to learn for my old job and it was my best friend’s first language so I figured it would be good to learn.”
“That’s nice.” Eileen says, thinking. Viktor is a performer who speaks more than one language. That certainly narrows it down. “How many languages do you know how to speak?”
“Russian is my native tongue.” Viktor says, using one hand to tap the index of the other, counting. “Then I learned French, English and some Japanese. I'm not quite fluent in Japanese yet though.” Viktor pouts.
“Wow, that’s impressive.” Eileen says. “Wait. You’re ‘not quite fluent in Japanese’ and you’re taking a beginners course?”
Viktor nods. “Of course! You saw Yuuri, how could I not?”
Eileen doesn’t know what he means. Professor Katsuki seems okay for a professor teaching his first course, but she’s had more talented professors. However, she’s also aware that any denial of Professor Katsuki’s supposed perfection will earn her a lovestruck lecture, so she wisely changes the subject.
“Before you go, do you want to take a pin, or two?” Eileen rummages through the container and pulls out a rainbow pin and a black, white, purple and yellow pin. “Only if you want tho - I know you don’t use labels-”
“Ooo this is the non-binary flag, right?” Viktor glances at Eileen to confirm. “It’s pretty. I’m keeping it.”
Eileen laughs lightly. “Alright! See you on Friday Viktor.”
“Bye!”
~~~
The rest of the week goes by pretty fast. Eileen’s other courses are starting to pick up in intensity, so by the time Friday arrives she’s beyond ready for a break and the chance to relax. Her display in the club fair was successful, so she’s expecting more than a few new members to show up, along with Viktor. The day before the event, she sends out an email reminding everyone that it's a drop in event, when, where and all the important information.
Finally, the moment arrives. Eileen gets there early and meets a few of her old friends and colleagues. There’s lots of hugs - even one dramatic screech and hug-tackle that has everyone else wincing. Someone brings board games, another brings pizza and they get settled in.
Half an hour later, Eileen’s in the middle of recounting a particularly humorous disaster at her internship when there’s a knock on the door, and Viktor’s head pops through. Eileen waves him in.
“Hi Viktor! Guys, this is one of the new members I men-”
Eileen cuts off in mid sentence because Viktor has just walked into the room looking absurdly proud holding Professor Katsuki’s hand.
Eileen wonders how good Viktor’s game must be, if he got Professor Katsuki that fast. “Professor Katsuki?”
Prof Katsuki waves awkwardly. “Hi. I guess since we're not in class, you can call me Yuuri?”
“Hi Yuuri.” She greets. “I’m Eileen. Welcome to Queer Club!”
“Thanks.” Yuuri smiles. “It’s nice to finally meet you! Viktor has mentioned you a lot.”
Eileen raises her eyebrows in surprise. Viktor spoke about her to Yuuri and somehow managed to get Yuuri to date him in the space of two weeks? Damn. Good for him. “Wh-”
A high pitched squeal followed by a muffled scream interrupts her. She turns around to see her friend and the president of the club stand up knocking over her chair, a look of mixed shock and ecstatic glee on her face.
“No way,” she mutters just loud enough for Eileen to hear. Then louder in a somewhat more civil tone, “You wouldn’t happen to be Viktor Nikiforov and Yuuri Katsuki?”
The reaction is instantaneous. More than half the members in the club freeze and turn towards the president, and then Viktor and Yuuri. Viktor flicks his hair aside and grins. “Yes, that’s us!”
Instantaneous chaos.
The president grabs the closest notebook - which happens to be Eileen’s calculus textbook and holds it out to Viktor, her hands shaking. “May I please have an autograph!?”
Viktor replies, “Of course!” and out of the corner of her eye Eileen’s pretty sure she sees a minimum of five new members trip over themselves trying to simultaneously grab pieces of paper and move towards Viktor.
As her friends passes by her, Eileen tries to protest - that’s her calculus textbook for heaven’s sakes and what does she mean by autograph but her friend just hisses underneath her breath, “I can’t believe you invited Viktor Nikiforov and Yuuri Katsuki without telling me! We will be having words later!!”
Which explains exactly nothing.
In the corner of the room, Eileen spots two members holding each other and hugging for dear life, while a third shakes a fourth by the shoulders, saying something that Eileen can’t hear above the chaos in the room.
Eileen stands up, completely bewildered. Viktor is taking selfies with half the room, a quarter of the room is scrambling towards him with books and pens in their hands and the other quarter is watching something on their phones and either having a heart attack or crying, Eileen isn’t quite sure. Eileen spins around, and spots Yuuri Katsuki attempting to become one with the wall behind him.
What the actual hell.
She marches over to Yuuri, who gulps nervously. “What’s going on?”
Yuuri stares at her. “Ah, Vitya is famous. You don’t know?”
Eileen shakes her head, no.
“He’s the most decorated figure skater in history.” Yuuri explains, growing more comfortable as he speaks. “For five years straight, he brought home gold to every competition he attended. He’s participated in 4 Olympics, medaled in three of them and got gold in Sochi. He’s the first skater to have ever landed the quad flip in competition.”
Holy shit.
Holy fucking shit.
How did she miss this?
Her adorable classmate with expensive clothing and poodle nail polish is an Olympic gold athlete.
In the center of the room, as if he heard Yuuri above the noise Viktor turns around. “Yuuri, you didn’t mention my best achievements!”
Eileen’s mouth drops open. Gold for five years straight including the Olympics isn’t Viktor’s best accomplishment?!
Beside her, Yuuri drops his hands into his palms, flustered and mumbles something in a language that Eileen is 50% sure isn’t English or Japanese.
Viktor hands back the phone he’s holding to someone and strides towards Yuuri, pulling him into a hug. “Solnyshko, we can leave if it's too much.” He says quietly, kissing Yuuri’s forehead.
Yuuri leans on Viktor, closing his eyes for a moment before drawing back and shaking his head, no. Viktor turns to Eileen with a proud grin. “This is Yuuri Katsuki. He won gold in the last winter Olympics, is a three time world champion, the only skater alive to land a quad axel in competition and my husband.”
Holy shit.
Gold in the Olympics. Three time world champion. Eileen doesn’t know what a quad axel is, but the way Viktor pronounces it makes it sound like a huge deal.
Her classmate is the most decorated figure skater in all of history and their teacher is an Olympic gold medalist.
Holy shit.
Then, her mind narrows down on something. Viktor said husband.
This entire time.
Eileen points her finger at him. “This entire time you were mooning after Yuuri, you didn’t think to mention that you were married?!”
Yuuri rubs the back of his neck, looking guilty. “Sorry, that’s my fault. I thought if he went around telling everyone that we were married we’d be recognized and well, imagine if something like this happened in the middle of class.”
Eileen looks at the chaos around them. There’s at least six people crying, and seven rapidly typing on their phones, meaning that at best there’s a few lucky individuals being informed or at worst - god forbid - paparazzi will be showing up on campus tomorrow.
“I can see why.” Eileen says carefully and offers Yuuri and Viktor a smile. Yuuri seems to relax, and Viktor just looks smitten which Eileen is slowly recognizing is his default.
Eventually the worst of the chaos passes. The president of the club gets a hold of herself, and with Eileen’s help they get everyone back to normal. Or, as close to normal as a Queer club can get with two of the most iconic LGBTQ+ people in history in the same room as them.
Yuuri and Viktor (upon Yuuri’s insistence) make a short request asking if everyone could not broadcast their identity because they would rather not get mobbed. To Eileen’s surprise, everyone actually listens. She soon realizes why; the majority of them appear to have gotten highly infatuated with the couple. She shakes her head, amused.
Eileen learns that Viktor hates pizza - something about not liking the grease - which makes half the club look outraged. When they split into groups to play board games, Eileen learns that both Yuuri and Viktor are crazily competitive which she should’ve expected considering that they are world class competitive athletes. Except, they go about it in different ways. Viktor is loud, insists on being the banker in monopoly and sneaks himself extra cash, houses and hotels. Yuuri, on the other hand, plays fair but mercilessly. He refuses all deals and charges the highest rent, making half the group go bankrupt (while Viktor makes the other half go crazy with his cheating).
Eileen also comes out to Yuuri who reveals that he’s Viktor’s demisexual someone. They share a moment of aspec solidarity, and Eileen can tell it’s the beginning of a good friendship. She also finds out that Yuuri has a bachelor's degree in business and a minor in physics, and he’s back in school studying Physics and Astronomy while teaching Japanese 101.
She learns that it was Yuuri’s idea to go back to school; Viktor just came along because one, he’s clingy and would spend half his time following Yuuri around at University regardless, two, Yuuri convinced him getting a degree was a good idea and three, to help figure out what to do with his money considering that he’s a goddamn millionaire.
By the time the club meeting ends, she feels like she’s known Yuuri and Viktor for months instead of a few weeks. She walks out with Yuuri and Viktor who’s half draped over his husband like he's drunk (Yuuri assures Eileen that he’s not; he just gets exponentially clingier the more tired he gets). They exchange contact info before leaving.
As she watches them drive off in a Tesla of all cars, Eileen realizes that while this may be her last year at university, it’s definitely going to be the most memorable.
The End.