Unexpected ▪ Yuri On Ice

You're My Romeo

YK

It's when I conclude that studying my woes away doesnt work and decide to finally go home that I bump into Victor. I see him by his car, that basic blue Ford focus hatchback that becomes all the more dazzling when Victor is anywhere near it. Not so much today though, because the life in Victor isn't really there, he's sluggish, hands in his pockets, dragging his feet. 

I go over there. How could I not? 

"Victor"

He turns around and startles, like I've just caught him red handed or something. He doesn't look too good ether, more sad than the usual bubbliness and heart shaped smile. I miss it already. 

So we both stand, about three feet away from each other, both of us hiding our hands in pockets, both of us quiet. It's tense, hard to say the first words. I know it'll have to be me though, Victor looks like he doesn't remember what words are.

"Are... are you alright?" That works, gets Victors jaw to unlock.

"I am so sorry Yuuri. I took it too far, I know I did but-" mid way through his sentence I fulfil my sudden urge to touch him, feel him around me. 

"Its okay Victor. Thank you" I murmur into his bomber jacket, tightening my arms around his waist until we can't be any closer and my glasses are pressing into my face. And there it is,  that warmth, that safety, that satisfaction I feel every time I contact him. 

Eventually he embraces me back, wrapping strong arms around me and making me genuinely smile despite all of the shit I've been through today.

"I'm still sorry" he says gently, intimately, making the moment all the more personal. 

"then I don't accept your apology" Victor laughs lightly, the air of it caressing my temple. I float.

"How's the wrist?" When he steps away I almost moan about it, at least his delicate fingers on my wrist compensate for something.

"sore, but nothing serious" I shrug, because its true. 

"Make sure you don't stress it for a couple of days ok? You wouldn't want to actually break it"

"ugh. Yes father" I roll my eyes but blush at the care in his being.

"Did you just father-zone me? That's a difficult one to get out of" Victor mock groans and that sun that shines behind his features finally starts to return.

"What did the Principal say?"

"Strike one on my record. I'm a 'good kid' so he let me off easy" we both smile, out of relief, happiness, I don't even know, all of the above, just for the sake of it.

"Can I offer a lift?" Victor theatrically unlocks his car, I hadn't noticed before that he has a glittery unicorn as a key wring and that makes me smile regardless of what I'm about to say;

"I've been such an asshole I don't think I diserve it" I shrug, stuffing my hands back in my poket and preparing my escape.

"You had all the right. Get in" Victor opens the door and almost shoves me into the passenger seat. At that point I give up arguing, it's not like I don't want a lift from Victor Nikiforov himself. I enjoyed the atmosphere on our last journey, the stillness and intimacy of it.

"I judged you based on Carson. It's not fair. It's like accusing me of spending too much time on my phone just because I'm friends with Pichit" I argue when he gets into his side and shuts the door. Again, it's just us, in a small space. It's the same car yet... I feel we're further away from each other that we've ever been.