dorks//victuuri

nine

yuuri's pov

victor's skyping me.
victor nikiforov. is skyping me.

it took a moment to process, because my anxiety was through the roof. my heart was beating out of my chest, my palms feeling clammy as i reached my hand out to press the accept key.
yeah, i looked a mess and i didn't want victor to see what i look like in case that put him off, but my heart was fluttering with curiousity, i needed to do this.
i would hate myself if i pressed decline, and i know it would hurt victor. even if he is the most famous figure skater in the world, and obviously didn't have time for an annoying shit like me.

*connecting...*

my eyes were watching the round circle spin with fear, as i hastily ran a hand through my maroon hair and focused on talking to the stranger i somewhat knew.

"yuuri?"
a voice with a strong accent broke me from my thoughts.

hearing his voice sent a chill down my spine. his accent was strong, his voice sounding hoarse. i took a quick second (okay, more like a minute) to look at the russian man on the screen in front of me.
pretty, was the only word that came to my head.
his silver hair was so messy yet so perfect, like he'd spent hours brushing through it. his ocean eyes gleamed in his rather crappy lighting, and his plain black t-shirt could pass as a $100 tux, he looked so pretty.
why am i thinking he's pretty?

"i'm turning you gay aren't i?" victor smirks and let's out a chuckle.

"what? i never said anything?"

victors eyes almost pop out of his head and he starts suddenly clapping his hands, "your voice! it's so cute! you're so cute!!" victor breaks into small giggles.

"i ain't cute, fite me" i mumble, and the russian boy looking at me in horror.
"lies,lies,lies." he continues, "i'm so happy you were finally okay to skype. sorry i've been away for so long, i missed you babe" victor slurs.
"don't call me babe." i sigh.
"did you miss me, yuuri?"
"...maybe." i blush a little.

maybe is an understatement, to be honest i really did miss him. his casual flirtatious nature, the way he can somehow make me feel like i'm on top of the world, and his dorky way of making fun of me 'coz i'm... straight.
or questioning. that sounds better.

" hm...so i am turning you gay..."

"i said that out loud, didn't i?!"

"yes. so glad you did though, i'll keep this with me forever, you dork!" victor laughs warmly, and i turn redder than a strawberry.

damn you, victor.

my apologies for not writing, i've got exams soon ;.;
but hey i wasted my day by re-watching yuri on ice for the 10th time when i should have been revising i hate myself

c xxx