Teach Me ⚣ Victuri

•Iced Coffee•

Yuri's Point Of View

Someone pinch me.

No, seriously.

Pinch me.

What have I done to possibly deserve this?

Did Victor Nikiforov seriously just ask me, Yuri Katsuki, on a coffee date?

Okay, technically he never said "date" so I can't exactly assume that.

But of course I did anyways.

Oh my god, I can't believe this.

This is not happening.

I can't go on a date with him!

I would scare him away with my.....Yuriness.

Well, I mean, he was the one who asked me out in the first place.

It was a simple favor.

A favor I wanted to repay more than just once.

Maybe he liked my Yuriness?

Hopefully he did, cause I definitely liked his Victorness.

And his Victor ass.

Holy shit, I was the worst.

I sounded like a lovesick teenager with a failing grade in English and self control.

Take me now God, please.

Actually no, you know what?

I can do this.

I can probably do this.

I had gotten this far already.

Might as well try to get further.

So, I came back to the real world again and stared at the man who was sitting so effortlessly close to me.

He gave me that signature smile of his that lit up the entire room.

Hell, the entire world.

Okay, nope.

I definitely could not do this.

I guess I'll just start planning the funeral of my love life.

Maybe Victor could write my eulogy?

His magnificent voice would probably resurrect my dead and lonely soul.

And then that voice echoed in my ears.

"I'm ready to go whenever you are, Yuri," he said as his hair delicately fell in front of his eyes.

"Oh, I'm ready," I said with a painfully eager voice. "I-I mean yeah, yeah I'm good. I'm great, actually. So great."

Oh my god, stop talking and just get him in the car, you awkward loser.

This is why I stopped dating.

Hell, I don't think I even started dating.

"Did I ever tell you how smooth you are?"
Victor said as he laughed his ass off, falling backwards onto the hard bench.

My self esteem was just "through the roof" right now.

No, you got this Yuri. You have stamina.

"Did I ever tell you how slow you are? Let's go," I said as I made my way to the exit while
I pretended to have my shit together.

Hey, that was pretty good.

I can be smooth.

Victor caught up to me eventually with an excited expression plastered on his face.