Unexpected ▪ Yuri On Ice

Start Of Something New

Hi! Welcome! I know some of you have already read this so I'm double posting but I do recommend a refresher. Thank you for being here!

Yuuri Katsuki

I think, if I had my own show it'd go something like this;

'Hi I'm Yuuri Katsuki; that cliché nerd with large glasses, a bland apperance, boring eyes, a good brain, one friend and no words'

I'm that kind of guy. Except I'm not. I'm not because I acctually have abs, girls leave silly love letters in my locker and I'm the captain of the gymnastics team.

That doesn't stop me from being obsessed with the schools hottest jock; his name is Victor Nikiforov and he's the most gorgeous thing to ever walk the earth. He's the typical jock; uber pouplar, captain of the football team, more ripped than Yuri Plisetsky's jeans, has a fanclub and can make people faint by winking at them.

He's that type of guy. Except he's not. He's not because he braids girls hair under the sun and makes flower crowns with said girls, he's a creative genius, he's more dramatic than drama students, he's a shopaholic, he's gayer than a rainbow and a slut for gossip.

How do I know this? Because I stalk his life with the help of my trusty sidekick Pichit. He's a professional Intel gatherer. We keep tabs on him in every imaginable way.

Infact, I haven't exchanged a word with Victor. The closest I've been to him is when I'm talking to his best friend, Chris. While he rambles about how good my form and body was in my last competition Victor tries his best to look anywhere but at me. He probably can't see me because I'm so boring.

Tightening my hold on the books in my arms, I make my way down the empty hallway and sink deeper into fantasies about Victor's dreamy blue eyes and silky Russian accent.

The last bell of the day rang two hours ago; I'm only here because Minami insisted I help him with some moves. I wonder what Victor's doing now... probably getting ready to go to some party to get drunk and have sex with someone way hotter than me.

The thought dislodges from my brain when I bump into a hard chest, dripping my books all over the floor.

I mutter an apology and lean back to look at the person.

Holy Jesus. The Victor Nikiforov is staring right back at me, his blue eyes electrifying me everywhere.

We stare at eachother for what feels like minutes before my knees give way, offering a great excuse for me to collect all my stuff from the floor.

Victor kneels too, recovering the Economics book out of my range. Then we both reach for my classics book at the same time. His hand rests over mine.

Being touched by him is just as incredible as I repeatedly imagined, his rough fingers send warmth through my hand and into my entire body, unfortunately reaching my cheeks.

We look at eachother again and our faces are much closer; I can see the hue shift of his ocean eyes so much better. It's beautiful.

Panicking, I pull my hand and book from under his hand and hug it to my chest with the others.

"I am really sorry" I whisper, unable to speak any higher. He smiles kindly and I feel like one of those fainting girls. My heart is already fluttering in my chest.

"Oh no, I was distracted, I should have moved" he explains in that low voice of his. I decide not to question what could distract him in an empty corridor.