{Holy fuck 572 reads what the hell this was just a shitty fanfic oneshots that I made on a caffeine high at 2:00am. Well anyways I apologize for being gone so long BUT I'M BACK and actually really inspired so get ready mates. (also I'm making Viktor have long hair in this and they are both 18 so yea)}
[High school AU / slight lime-ness]
Yuuri Katsuki was the very essence of a "goody goody two shoes", which in fact is what most at his school had nicknamed him. "Goody two shoes Katsuki" was the reputation he had built for himself, not by choice but by nature. He had spent the entirety of his high school life cultivating this stature and was going to destroy it all in a single night.
It's not as if he had loved this so called "reputation" of his, however when you spend all your life being the epitome of goodness, the urge to do something reckless builds and builds, until one day it inevitably explodes. Well, for Yuuri that inevitable day was today, two weeks before graduation. He had been approached by a very chipper Phichit by his locker who was rambling on about a "crazy party at Christophe Giacometti's house". Normally he wouldn't have even considered it, but this however was possibly his last and best chance. The look on Phichit's face as he accepted the invitation was priceless, surprised and speechless yet also bursting with excitement.
However now, as Yuuri sat on a bench outside of school waiting for his ride, he realized just how un-socialized he actually was. Thinking of how the only person he actually knew at the party would be Phichit. He had been staring at the clouds rolling past as he pulled out his phone to check the time, which read 4:06, only three hours until the party actually began. As the front of the school cleared out, and only the sparse straggler remained waiting to be picked up, Yuuri felt a presence beside him. Peeking up from his phone he was blinded by a flash of silver, to his right sat Viktor Nikiforov, also known as the most beautiful being to ever walk the earth (according to Yuuri). It was common knowledge that Viktor was not only smart and charismatic, but he also frequented nearly every party or social gathering that happened around this school, which had earned him a nickname as well. In contrast to Yuuri's, Viktor was known as the "party king of Kubo High." Yuuri was too caught up in his own thoughts as to why Viktor had just sat next to him, that he jumped ever so slightly when Viktor, who kept his head faced forward as he spoke, greeted Yuuri.
"Yuuri Katsuki," he began as he turned his head to him, wisps of silver locks spilled from the lose bun that attempted to tame his mane of silver, "The 'Goody two shoes Katsuki' is going to a party?" Viktor had an eyebrow raised and a slight smirk dusting his lips as he addressed the onyx haired boy neck to him.
"H-how did y-you know?"
Viktor only chuckled as he turned himself facing forward again, "I know more than you think. Anyways...." he stood up from the bench and made his way to the parking lot. He made it about five steps before turning back to Yuuri, who was still in utter shock that he was talking to the one person in the whole school who made his heart stutter and race. Viktor, lips still formed into a smirk and mischief resonating through his eyes, said one last thing before departing.
"Well, I hope to see you at the party tonight, Yuuri."
And with a quick wink Viktor turned and waltzed off, leaving Yuuri in a state of unadulterated speechlessness. Yuuri didn't know much about relationships, or any sort of romantic things at all, but he knew one thing for sure. Viktor had certainly just flirted with him. Yuuri would have thought he would have melted right then and there at the sight of the silver haired "boy of his dreams" flirting with him, however he didn't. In fact, he felt exhilarated. A newfound sense of confidence washed over him and deviousness flashed through his mind. He made up his mind, that tonight he would do everything in his power to drive Viktor absolutely crazy, but in the best possible way.
