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Blame

As they sat in the office, Yuri watched as the other boys planned how they were going to get out of trouble. It looked like they were going to end up blaming him for everything.

Well, it was only a matter of time before he got in trouble at his school. He let out a sigh, and stopped listening to the boys weak attempts to figure out a plan. This was the normality for him, what did they expect him to do with his record? Besides, he even looked like he could murder you if you angered him enough.

The nogs stopped talking. They must have figured out the plan. He could feel their glares on him, part of it true and part of it getting into the right act.  The principle was going to be there soon, so they had a few minutes to prepare. Yuri counted down the minutes, waiting for the inevitable.

Speaking of the devil, the door opened and their principle walked in looking absolutely pissed. The boys continued to vlare at Yuri, and Yuri just started at the principle.

He looked like any average principle, if you count a short angry almost bold person as average. He had grey hair, and had wrinkles and fold lines all over his face. His name tag said 'Mr. Yakov', so that was what Yuri assumed to be his name.

"So, you three idiots decided to start fighting in the hallway?" He asked, empathizing the word 'idiots'. Yuri nodded, not giving a shit what this man had to say.

"Sir! He started it!" The boys said in unison, pointing at me. Yuri rolled his eyes.

"Your point? You are all in trouble. You however-" he said glaring at Yuri."I know your record, and I thought you would know better than to start a fight in the hallway. You are in bigger trouble than these two, you hear me?"

"Yes sir." Yuri responded with the most bored tone ever. This was so normal, the sane angry tone the same words. Nothing different except the person speaking them.

The principle was just about to say something when the door slammed against the wall, wide open.

"Mr. Nikiforov! I told you not to go in there!"

Yuri turned to look at the door in shock, recognizing that last name all to well. Standing in the doorway was a the Senior, his long hair falling out of his hair band and his eyes sparkling with determination.

"Mr. Yakov, sir! Yuri didn't do anything wrong this time! I saw it all!" Victor practically shouted, and Yuri let out a sigh. He didn't need this help, he could handle himself. Apperantly Victor had other ideas though.

"Victor, this issue doesn't concern you.  Please leave before I have to give you a consequence." The principle said in a even tone, trying to get the boy out of the room.

"Yes it does! If it concerns Yuri, it concerns me." Victor said defiently.

"Wow, you sound like youre in love Victor." The boy said chuckling, and Yuri let out a sigh.

"Victor, don't waste your time on me. You'll just gonna get in trouble you don't deserve, so just leave." Yuri said.

Everyone was standing at him in surprise, and Victor looked at the verge of tears. What the fuck? That wasn't the worst Yuri could say. So why was Victor about to cry?

"Yuri..." They all said at once and Yuri looked absolutely confused. "What?" He asked, not understanding anymore.

"You actually care about me!" Victor said and attacked hugged Yuri, almost knocking them out of his chair. "Wha-" he said, even more confused and now with a crying Victor hugging him.

What the fuck was going on?

Here Yuri was, holding a crying Victor -Who Yuri didn't understand why he was crying- and being stared at by everyone else in the room.

Welp, this went from normal to weird very quikly.