Teach Me ⚣ Victuri

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Yuri's Point Of View

My mind was completely stuck in the void that was Victor's words.

It was impossible to get out of.

No one had ever said such kind words with such a soothing voice.

No one had ever looked at me the way he had.

His eyes not only seemed to hold the ocean, but they held endless amounts of genuine empathy.

How could someone I've only known for less than a day make me feel so....

Whole?

No, that's not possible.

It wasn't real.

I only pretended that he told me I was a "beautiful skater worth more than just his time."

Who would ever think that for more than a second?

But his voice flooded back into my ears, proving that I wasn't hallucinating.

He was right in front of me, staring at me with a questioning look on his gorgeous face. I couldn't function when he was so close to me like this.

"Yuri."

"Um, Yuri?"

"Yuuurrri," he said with his adorable, Russian accent that finally snapped me out of my relentless staring.

"Huh? Oh, y-yeah," I stuttered out as I attempted to come back down to earth.

"Do you do that a lot?" he said as he tilted his head to the side.

"Do what a lot?"

"Well, you sort of, blank out," he said with a light chuckle hidden behind his words.

Only when I'm around you.

Ew, gross Yuri.

If this is what Phicit meant when he said he pictured me with a Russian man, I would gladly throw away my Oreos and my large glass of wine in a heartbeat.

I was way too far gone at this point.

"Yuri, you're doing it again," he said suddenly.

"Uh, sorry, I'm just uhh..."

Oh my god, how was I this awkward?

I clearly had a lot more to say than just uh.

I needed to stop immediately and get my shit together.

"I think I should head out," I said suddenly as I stood up from the bench to grab my skates.

Leaving was the only way I could possibly get my shit together.

"Oh right, of course," he said as he leaned down to help me pack up my stuff.

We stayed like that in awkward harmony as we walked down the stairs, bumping into each other frequently which set off an alarm inside of me.

We eventually made it outside and I realized I had forgotten to call Serena to pick me up since I was so distracted with the idea of Victor being my coach.

God, of course I'd do something stupid.

I quickly dialed her number in hopes that she would pick up so I wouldn't look even more like a loser than I already did.

Surprisingly, she didn't.

Dear Jesus.

"Hmm, I'm surprised," Victor said out of the blue as I put my phone back in my pocket, hoping he didn't hear the sound of the unanswered ring.