Rollerskates & Cherry cola (A victuuri AU)

Yuuri

This isn't Phitchit.

The Phitchit I know has toffee skin and dark hair, yet if this really was him he must've had one hell of a salon trip.

The man standing by the door of the shop is a man I don't know the name of. 

But god, do I want to know his name.

The man's complexion was strikingly pale, almost as if he were ethereal or angelic. His delicate features and fair skin resembled that of a porcelain doll, giving him an air of fragility and vulnerability.

As I looked at him, I couldn't help but feel conscious of my own tanned skin, as if my touch could break him like delicate glass.

His eyes were a bright and vivid shade of blue, almost electric in their intensity. They seemed to glow with an inner light that drew me in and gave me a sense of warmth and comfort, even on the coldest winter days. It was as if his gaze held some kind of power that could brighten my day and chase away any feelings of darkness or gloom.

Those gorgeous eyes are directed at me

 His hair appeared to be a lustrous shade of silver, with a silky texture that seemed incredibly smooth and soft to the touch. Despite its short length, his bangs were just long enough to graze the tops of his eyelashes, adding a touch of mystery and allure to his already striking appearance.

As I looked at him, I found myself mesmerized by the way his hair seemed to shimmer in the light, almost like liquid metal. It gave him an air of elegance and refinement, as if he were a prince or a nobleman from a bygone era. His hair was certainly one of his most noticeable and captivating features, adding to his overall charm and allure. 

His long, shining lashes. They looked as if to be made of pure silver, fluttering as he looked at me.

The contrast between his silver hair and pale skin was striking enough, but it was made even more dramatic by the addition of his bright cherry lips. They stood out like a beacon against the rest of his features, drawing my attention and captivating me with their vivid color.

Looking at his lips made me think of my favorite drink, which was also a bright cherry red. The association brought a small smile to my face, as if I had just been reminded of a happy memory from my past.

Despite the differences in color and texture between his hair, skin, and lips, they all came together to create a unique and unforgettable image. It was as if every detail of his appearance had been carefully crafted to create a work of art that was both beautiful and enigmatic.

Everything he was could only be described as a doll like. Something designed to be perfect.

He seemed so captivating. He looked almost unreal.

All this beauty and yet he was still staring

straight at me. 

And I thought I was straight.

We're both just standing here, almost awkwardly, and half-checking each other out.

Might as well start up a conversation with this scarily attractive stranger.

"So, anything I can help with?" I ask, curiosity glazing at the words that fell from my tongue like honey or syrup.

The platinum-haired man stood there, staring into my brown eyes.

Nobody ever made eye contact so hard.

Nobody ever made eye contact make heat rise to my cheeks.

"Your phone number would seem to help me a lot, babycakes."

HOLY SHITTTTTTTT

He's Russian only the lord knows I have a thing for Russians!

He spoke perfect English but thank god his deep accent seeped through his everyday sentences.

He called me baby cakes to fuck, Is my nose bleeding?

Maybe my nose is bleeding?

Okay, so we know so far that he is either playing me or he's gay and totally interested and is going to be arrested since I'm 19.

Fuck it.

I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness wash over me. Despite my apprehension, I quickly took out my best cassette of "Love Grows" by Tony Burrows, and wrote my phone number and signature on where the title was meant to go.

As I handed it to him, I couldn't help but feel a sense of eagerness and anticipation.

However, as he took the cassette from my hand, I noticed a bewildered expression cross his face. It was as if he was surprised that I had actually given him my number, almost as if he wasn't expecting it.

"I didn't expect you would actually give me your number," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, as if unsure of what to do or say next. Despite his apparent hesitation, I couldn't help but find him endearing, like a cliché dork in a romantic comedy.

But who would deny a hot Russian man with a deep voice and chiselled chest their phone number.

Only the insane.

"Well, you asked old man." I know he's bound to get offended. but, there's no harm in just a little fun, right?

I couldn't help but feel a sense of amusement as he pressed his hand dramatically against his chest and gasped in response to my comment. It was clear that he was a bit of a drama queen, but I found it sweet nonetheless. He made me start to laugh, a quiet laugh. It was still there

As we started to laugh together, find I couldn't help but reflect on how drama and gossip always seemed to be my thing. While I had always enjoyed watching from the side-lines, there was something thrilling about being a part of the action

However, my thoughts were interrupted as the silver-haired male looked down at me, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. "So, do I get this for free since I have no clue what it is?" he asked, referring to the cassette tape I had given him earlier.

I knew that my boss would be angry if she found out, but for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to care. I agreed to his request, and he looked even more surprised than when I had given him my number. It was as if he couldn't believe his luck, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having made him so happy.

"It's on me. I promise you won't get arrested for stealing," I replied, my voice laced with humor. I found myself giggling at my own joke, surprised by how carefree and playful I felt in his presence.

I couldn't help but wonder what it was about him that had me so captivated. Perhaps it was his striking looks or his charming personality, but whatever it was, I found myself drawn to him like a moth to a flame.