On October 18th, 2019, Yuuri Katsuki finds himself at the first Grand Prix Event of his newly minted senior division debut, surrounded by the elite skaters he has adored since his preteen years. Unyielding and hungry for victory, he manages to podiu...
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CHAPTER ART
"Are you being deadass right now, dude?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means you're acting like a total hypocrite."
Yuuri felt his left eye twitch as he contemplated a rational response, violently waving both hands in the air in an attempt to suitably convey his frothing, overflowing frustration.
"I was sixteen and going through a crisis, Peach! You're fifteen, and, and-"
"Fifteen and three quarters, thank you, and what you mean to say is 'I don't actually have a good reason, I'm just being overprotective'! God, everyone at school drinks. What's the big deal? Get off your high horse, Yuuri."
Peach's face was flushed, eyebrows furrowed causing deep indents to form on the bridge of his button nose. Bottle of vodka in hand, Yuuri pushed past his best friend and marched towards the kitchen sink. He unscrewed the dingy metal lid and made direct eye contact with the younger boy.
"Oh, don't you do it Katsuki. I paid sixty dollars for that shit-"
"Why in god's name would you dish out that kind of money for a single handle of cheap-ass vodka? Are you insane?"
Peach huffed and took one step forward and pointed a finger towards Yuuri accusingly, legs planted firmly atop the hardwood floor as if he were one second from charging forward to snatch the bottle away from the other boy.
"You mean to tell me you've never had to pay a service fee? It's not like I can just buy it myself, you know! Beggars can't be choosers."
Ok, well he had a point there. Yuuri hadn't been dealt a price that exceedingly steep at the time of his own personal escapade the year prior, but he overpaid, nonetheless.
Despite his distemper, Yuuri knew he was being unreasonable, that it wasn't a calamity for a teenager to have a drink here and there, especially in America. As a matter of fact, Yuuri had personally observed several high schoolers drinking gas station wine-coolers as if they were water on more than one occasion.
In all reality, he should be counting his lucky stars that Peach wasn't vaping or experimenting with hard drugs like many of his peers undoubtedly were. Yuuri could see that the situation wasn't critical. That logical line of thought didn't change the fact that, at the end of the day, his best friend's well-being was priority number one, even if that concern was cause for animosity.
