Victor is the typical jock at school and Yuuri the typical nerd. Except they're not. One is whipped and desperate while the other has more secret admirers than Pichit has hamsters (which is a lot).
~ Chronological one shots of a Victuuri collage AU.
When I go to the dinning hall, the first thing on my mind isn't food, no, It's Yuuri. It's always Yuuri.
The lunch hall is just like one from a movie; it's filled with rectangle tables, some longer and some shorter. Each table houses a certain cohort.
My table, long and by the back wall, Is the football team and (occasionally) cheerleaders table. Then there's a mean girls table, a table of girls I make flower crowns with, the nerd table, the loners table, the jerk table and so on; each group have a different planet they revolve around, a different world they're caught up in. As the football team captain you'd think I revolve around my respective planet the most religiously yet I find my planet is one with adorable blue glasses.
I always make a point to walk passed the nerd table because they're in Yuuri's physics class and on occasions they talk about him. I feel such a great sence of pride when they complain about Yuuri being better than them at the subject.
Why? I don't know. It seems like something only a boyfriend would do.
I need help.
"Hey, earth to Victor" I jump when Chris shakes my arm, almost knocking over my fork.
"The main event has just walked in"
Immediately my head snaps for the entrance and there he is; Yuuri Katsuki. The most ethereal human of all.
Yuuri strides in with his usual blue rimmed glasses, killer posture, slicked back hair and Hasetsu tracksuit. So, as usual, he looks hot.
I've noticed, Yuuri has an algorithm with his tracksuit. It consists of three pieces; a hoodie, pants and a tank top with our logo on the breast and he's almost always wearing at least one of those components; sometimes he'll have the tracksuit with a normal shirt under it, other times he'll wear the hood with jeans, the tank top with hood and jeans and the combinations go on and on. I have them all neatly catalogued in my mind.
Today, he's wearing the tracksuit but his black and blue hoodie is unzipped and he's sporting a navy fitted v-neck t-shirt. And, to top it off, his hood sleeves are pushed up; the small detail makes me drool so much more. Collar bones, defined neck and strong forearms activating my saliva glands.
He's trying to get me pregnant. I swear.
I need help.
"Victor close your mouth" I've lost count of how many times Chris has had to say that to me in situations like this.
I snap my mouth shut on command and continue to stare across the room. Minami, the youngest person in Yuuri's gymnastics team, stops him before he can get to his table and chats animatidly to his captain about god knows what.
"Did you hear the rumor that Minami has a huge crush on Katsuki?" JJ wiggles his brows at me. The whole of my own team knows about my infatuation, mainly because Chris can't shut up but also because how well I play in games relies entirely on whether Yuuri turns up or not.
I snap my head back to Yuuri. He's nodding along to Miami, listening intently, not saying much, as is expected of him. Then the kid stops talking, nither of them talk for an entire two seconds, then Yuuri bursts out laughing.
Half of the dining hall turns to look at him. He doesn't notice. He's too busy creating a sound that mere humans like us shouldn't be allowed to hear.
"Chris get your fucking phone out" I shove my best friend, staring so hard at the way Yuuri laughs that I feel my eyes breaking.
Yuuri doesn't talk to anyone much. He certanly doesn't laugh that much. This moment is rarer than a solar eclipse. Not as good and heart stopping as when I made him laugh but still perfect.
"I think you need some water Victor" the whole table laughs at JJ'S comment.
"Nah, he needs some Katsuki booty"
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