gold medals ● yuri on ice one-shots

28. Superman!yuuri au

Yeah apparently nobody posts here anymore, so I'm just gonna dump this here. I posted this on ao3 too, so I didn't steal it. My username on ao3 is iwaoi_duh
-nusa
Ps this has over 6k words so be prepared oopppps

Yuuri woke up at half past five, just like every single morning before. Working for his boss was hard, but Yuuri loved being a reporter.

He washed himself and got dressed, before he took the bus to work. It wasn't far, but it saved him time.

Yuuri sighed as he entered the building, then an office.

Viktor Nikiforov sat on the chair, already looking into articles for the day's newspaper. A hand went through his silver hair as he struggled with finding something good.

"Yuuri!" the cheerful voice greeted him. "You're two minutes late,"

"Sorry," he apologized and fixed his glasses. "I had some trouble on the road," actually it wasn't the entire truth. He stopped a robber that took a woman's purse. You know - the usual.

"The normal excuse," Viktor sighed and shook his head. "Do you have anything for me?" Yuuri nodded and took a few papers out of the black folder he was holding in his hands.

"Superman saves the day again," Yuuri said with a smile. "Apparently an organization tried infiltrating military to get the newest weapons," he added. Viktor looked at him from the corner of his eye, then quickly scanned the words on the paper.

"You know," Viktor put down the paper and stood up. "You seem to know a lot about Superman," his hands were placed on the table and looked Yuuri directly in the eye. "It's not that I'm not grateful to have such a skillful reporter as my worker, but it also worries me,"

Yuuri was used to this. Viktor always asked about how he managed to get such detailed information about the attacks and Yuuri always shrugged it off, saying he knows a friend. And knowing Viktor, Yuuri knew this wouldn't satisfy the man in front of him this time.

"I just know how to convince people to tell me, boss. I'm just that good," Yuuri replied, smiling at his boss. Viktor didn't seem pleased with the answer so he sighed.

"I'm worried you might get into trouble if you keep this up," Viktor replied.

"I will be fine, don't worry!" Yuuri assured the man and waved, before he left the office, letting out the breath he was holding.

"Was he trying to figure out how you know so much about Superman again?" another voice interrupted his thoughts as he saw his best friend and also roommate, Phichit.

"It's been a routine since I started working here, so no surprise there," Yuuri laughed and sat down at his table. "It gets a little tougher to figure out an excuse everyday, you know? I'm slowly running out,"

Phichit just smiled. "I believe you. Besides if he found out, what do you think he'd do?"

"I don't know and I don't really want to know," Yuuri said and turned on his computer.

"I wasn't talking about that secret," Phichit leaned on the edge of the table. "I was talking about the massive crush on him,"

The office was already crowded, though it was still early in the morning. Because of the bustling in the room, nobody paid attention to the two men's conversation.

If you asked anyone in the office, they would tell you that Yuuri was crushing on Viktor everyday more. It was so obvious, it was already painful.

"I will murder you," Yuuri groaned.

"You bruise, but you don't kill," the other shot back and stuck out his tongue. Yuuri just rolled his eyes and started writing another article.

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