The Silver Haired boy from Russia

I am so glad I met you

Victor didn't want to go to school today. And, for the whole of his time left in his last year school. No art meaning no Yuri. So, all he could do was sit on his chair at his desk, class after class. He was barely able to concentrate due to his head being full of different dates he could go on with Yuri. Victor found himself puckering his lips when he thought about kissing Yuri. He tried focusing so hard on what the teacher was saying but it was just all mutters and confusing words for him. With the combination of his limited Japanese and a head full of desires, it just was not going to happen. He looked down at his book lying uselessly on the table. He flicked through the pages, hoping to find something that was easy enough to read. He took out his notebook and pens to further distract himself. He eventually found a paragraph that looked okay and decided to write the Japanese characters down for practice. But his concentration got the better of him. As he passively wrote down the characters, not caring if they were sloppy, he rested his head on one hand and sighed, also feeling sleepy. He kept writing and writing but he trailed off and Japanese soon become Russian. He wrote down some random words, none of which connected to form a sentence in any way, his hand felt like it was moving on its own.

Then, he stopped abruptly. 

Sentences did eventually come together.  Short ones, but enough to make him blush at his own work.

'I really like Yuri's nose. It's really cute' Read one.

'I wonder if he gives really good hugs. I want to hug him tightly and kiss his head too' Read another.

'When we get marri-'

Victor shut the notebook quickly and shoved it into his bag. However, his emotions were running high enough that he took the notebook out again and flicked through the pages until he stopped at the specific one. He read that last sentence and continued it on.

'When we get married, I want Yuri to kiss me every night before we go to sleep'

He could not help but cringe. He sounded like a ten year old girl also writing about her crush. But that was what he wanted. He wanted Yuri to hold him, kiss him, protect him, cherish him. He wanted to scribble everything out but he just couldn't. The temptation to write more was too much...so he gave into it. If he couldn't snap out out his daydreams, he might as well indulge and regret later. 

*

The bell rang for lunch. Victor finished off the last heart of the many that decorated the page. Art class came in handy as he drew hands being held, a small image of Yuri and some suit designs in case the wedding came up soon. More sentences were written such as;

'He's so cute. He is so so cute. Oh my god I never saw a more cute boy in my whole life' and 'I really wish he wore his glasses more so before we kiss I can take them off '

"Maybe he is in the cafeteria today" He thought to himself. 

He cleaned up his desk and headed off. 

It was noisy. Very noisy. He had only eaten outside so he already wanted to cover his ears. He pushed the doors open and walked  around the room, looking for a secluded seat he could sit by himself. But everywhere was taken. He decided to turn around make his way out. Even if Yuri was in here, there was no way he could see him. 

Until he bumped into him.

"Oh god sorry!" Victor panicked "Its so crowded in here!"

"Oh! Hey! Victor!" Yuri said cheerfully "Sit with us!"

Oh. No glasses today.

"No that's okay..."

Yuri placed his hand on Victor's shoulder and shook it ever so slightly. Victor froze.