Unexpected ▪ Yuri On Ice

The Yura Complex

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The dining hall is exceptionally full today. So full I don't notice someone hiding behind my back as I sit at the football able.

"Um... Yura?" I twist to look at the boy sitting on the floor behind me.

"Shh. I'm not here" he hisses, waving me off.

"Hiding from detention? That doesn't work" Chris and I have been on enough escapades for me to know that much.

"Worse, Yuuri Katsuki"

"What!? Why would anyone ever hide from Yuuri?" I'm shocked and appalled. I can't believe this is happening.  If Yuuri ever wanted to seek me out I'd lie at his feet and surrender my body to him.

I need help.

"You're whipped; you wouldn't understand."

"What does he want you for?"

"The gymnastics team. He's been asking me to join for a whole fucking year, ever since that video of me at ballet class leaked" he groans quietly. Nobody other than Otabek takes notice of our conversation. The rest of the team is busy having an Adidas vs Nike brawl.

"Then join" honestly, if I had the body for it, I'd join. Being led by Yuuri, being at practice with him, it's enough incentive.

"But I don't like Katsuki"

"Don't bullshit me. Everyone likes Katsuki"

"Whipped" he coughs. Then his features stand alert.

"Shit. He's coming" I in turn notice Yuuri approaching our table, hands in his pockets and beautiful chocolate eyes ambling the room.

Shit.

I have thee options; I can let Yura get away and tell Yuuri some long story about where he could be so we have an excuse to talk again, I could just betray Yura and hand him in or I could die of cardiac arrest because he's so fucking close.

Where did my confidence from our first conversation go?

"Hey Chris, have you seen Yuri Plisetsky?"

Of course he had to talk to Chris and not me. That will not do.

Before Yura can scamper I grab onto the back of his ACDC shirt and throw him over my shoulder, ignoring his furious yells as I get up and approach Yuuri.

The whole football table goes mute. I can feel their eyes on us.

"Here" I point to Yura's butt, currently next to my face. Yuuri blushes at me. I die inside.

"Thank you so much Victor" the look of relieved happiness on his face makes me blush to my toes as I lower a thrashing Yura onto the floor. Immediately Yuuri hooks arms with him. What I'd do to be Yuri right now...

"Remind me to get you lunch one of these days. Thank you again" he says much quieter, as If embarassed about it, before pulling a growling Yura back to his table all the way at the other end of the room.

"What. The fuck. Just happened." Mila's jaw hangs open as she watches Yuuri walk away.

"I thought you two had never spoken before" Otabek tilts his head to the side cureously.

"Oh no, Victor gave him a lift home last week" Chris adds smugly as I sit.

"What!?" Mila's blue eyes fly open. Then the whole table explodes into shock, laughs, sexual refranes and commendements as I still heavily into my spot.

"Thanks Chris" I groan.

"Any time bud" he pats my back, letting the sarcasm fly straight over his head.