Rollerskates & Cherry cola (A victuuri AU)

Victor

Standing here.

An outrageously cute boy who worked at this busted old cassette shop was laughing with me.

The way his eyes sparkled like firelight was enchanting. The red undertone gave the brown color an extra depth, almost as if they held a hidden flame within. As I stared into them, I could almost feel their warmth, like sitting in front of a cozy fire on a chilly night.

There was something undeniably attractive about the way he carried himself. The way he leaned against the counter, his leather jacket hugging his broad shoulders. God was he not only cute but hot. 

His slicked-back black hair only added to the bad-boy vibe, giving him an air of mystery and intrigue. You couldn't help but feel a sense of adventure whenever you were around him like you were about to embark on a thrilling journey.

As I gazed at him, taking in the smooth caramel texture of his skin, I couldn't quite place his ethnicity, but there was a sense of Asian heritage in his almond-shaped eyes and sharp jawline.

It was easy to see why he was so attractive to me, with his flawless skin and charming smile.

And the fact that he had given me his number on a cassette tape with neon pink sharpie only added to the thrill of the moment, filling me with a sense of possibility and hope.

Despite my excitement and attraction to this mysterious man, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of self-doubt.

After all, my track record with flirting and dating wasn't exactly stellar.

I had a tendency to come on too strong, to be too aggressive in my pursuit of romantic connections.

And while I had enjoyed some success in the past, I knew that my approach could be off-putting to some people.

Particularly to men, for it was rare to find men who actually reciprocated.

So even as I felt my heart flutter at the thought of this man, I couldn't help but worry that my attempts at flirting would fall flat, or worse, that I would come across as annoying or insincere.

It was a difficult balance to strike, between expressing my interest and respecting his boundaries and feelings.

But I was determined to give it my best shot, to approach him with a mix of confidence and humility, and to see where our connection might lead.

As we continued to chat and laugh together, I realized that I had found someone who was willing to break me out of my sheltered upbringing and help me experience all of the things that I had missed out on during my youth. And for that, I was grateful.

It was weird, I didn't even know this gorgeous mans name yet. But I must find out. "So, whats your name, doll?" I asked, the sentence probably coming out a tad bit to confident

He smiled at my question, seemingly amused by my confidence.

"My name is Yuuri," he replied, his voice smooth and sweet.

"Yuuri," I repeated, testing the name on my tongue, my Russian accent seemingly coming out thicker. "I like it."

"And what about you?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he leaned his chest against the black shop counter once again. "What's your name?"

"My name is Victor," I said, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice. "Nice to meet you, Yuuri."

"Likewise, Victor," he said, his smile widening. "I have a feeling we're going to have a lot of fun together."

"That sounds like a plan," I replied, feeling my cheeks flush with anticipation.

As we continued to talk, I found myself becoming more and more drawn to Yuuri's kind and gentle demeanor. His smile was infectious, and I felt myself getting lost in the warmth of his gaze.

It was then that I realized that I had found something special, something that I had been missing for so long. And I knew that I would do everything in my power to make sure that I never let this feeling go.