Unexpected ▪ Yuri On Ice

Walls

3k!?!?!? WOOWW

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The encounter at the cafe changed everything. And the moment I realise that is now, a day later.

Carson said he'd explain everything another time and walked out of the cafe looking dazed so I was relying on Yuuri filling me in.

He hasn't even looked at me.

"So, bananas in trucks... what do you think that was about?" Otabek asks Yuuri in that deep voice of his.

"I don't know... pysics teachers are insane?" He offers, hugging his books tighter as if he's trying to shrink himself.

Yuuri and Otabek just came out of physics and we've been standing by the lockers for enough time.

He still hasn't looked at me.

"Well, where are you heading now?" Otabek and Yuuri symmultaneously open their lockers and shove their physics books in.

"Home. I don't have any more lessons"

"No practice?"

"I'm not feeling up to it" he smiles a little at him and his eyes look... sad.

"Do you need a lift home?" I finally say, having had enough of being ignored.

I want him to look at me.

"No it's fine" he waves me off and walks away, down the corridor, backpack hanging off his shoulder, perfect posture nowhere to be seen.

He didn't look at me.

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It goes on for the rest of the week; the same drill. He ither avoids me actively or fails to aknowladge me in conversation. It's so bad that I've been asked if we've fallen out by more than five people. We haven't fallen out. I won't let us fall out, not over... Carson. 

Carson has been avoiding me too. But it doesn't feel the same; he doesn't make my heart heavy or my throat lumped. I thought Yuuri and I were getting somewhere, we were so close, I was going to talk to him about our unspoken situation, everything was supposed to be perfect.

Trust life to throw a massive shit at me.

I walk into classics in a foul mood. I can feel the creasing between my brows and can't get rid of it, I know my shoulders are too set but can't relax them, I know I'm intimidating my classmates but I don't care.

Then I see something that makes me hot.

I just about hear it, Carsons voice from the back of the room, asking to sit next to Yuuri.

Didn't he see? Didn't he see how scared Yuuri was in the cafe? Can't he see how nervous he looks right now?

I can tell Yuuri is looking for words to decline but he looks too nervous to even find his voice. His hand grips a pen too tight and the other picks at the fabric of his black sweater subtly.

I don't hesitate, marching over there and pushing past Carson, grabbing the chair back and trying to make it look casual.

"Sorry, I sit here" yanking my lips into a smile, I pull the chair out and sit in it heavily. Carson frowns, naturally, because he's sat this class a few times now and I always sit near the front.

"Alright," Carson smiles fucking kindly and that annoys me for some reason. No, the reason is that he's the one who's thrown off my progress with Yuuri, we were in a good place and he sank our damn ship, "We'll catch up some other time then?"