Teach Me ⚣ Victuri

•The Dinner•

Yuri's Point Of View

I opened the door to my lonely apartment room and slowly shut it behind my sore body.

Having a hangover and skating on the same day had ruined me in so many ways.

I slowly slid down the door's smooth surface as I ran my hands through my hair with a deep sigh.

Weirdest day ever.

And it was only gonna get weirder tonight.

Because I had a dinner date with the winner himself.

The last thing I wanted to do was go to a high class restaurant with my dad and his mistress and pretend like I didn't hate all of it.

I hated pretending.

I hated looking at that smile that was constantly plastered onto his face.

It was a devilishly fake one.

I would do anything to cancel the dinner Akio had randomly planned for us.

Anything.

Because tonight, I knew he would ask me the same questions he was compelled to ask.

Questions I definitely wouldn't answer.

Did Japan treat you well?

Yes, it did. Thanks for taking me away from it though.

Practicing your skating?

Ha, in your dreams.

Do you have a girlfriend?

No but I'm crushing on my new hot, skating mentor who works for you because I'm flamingly gay and super lonely.

I definitely wasn't gonna answer that last question.

I was hopeless.

He would also talk about himself until annoyance would drive me to become deaf in both ears.

He was the last person I wanted to talk to about these things.

In fact, he was the last person I wanted to talk to about anything.

And then I started daydreaming because Victor was a different story.

I could listen to his soothing voice for hours on end.

Heck, he could read me my grocery list and I'd still die of a heart attack.

But sadly, Victor was not the one I was seeing tonight.

And I decided I would at least try to get ready for tonight so I attempted to lift myself up from the floor, practically dragging my feet to the closet as I did so.

My closet was so depressing.

I had only brought clothes that I knew I would wear during skating since I assumed that was all I'd be doing.

I didn't assume I'd be getting drunk or going to dinner and taking car rides home with Russian strangers.

I sure as hell was not gonna wear skating clothes to dinner.

Akio's high standards would burn right through my disaster of an outfit.

As I left my closet in defeat, I turned around to see an object on my bed.

How did I miss that?

I unzipped it with anticipation to find an exquisitely perfect Stuart Hughes suit lying underneath the cover.