—Yuuri POV—
I woke up on the couch in What I would call my boyfriends house. I look around but I don't see him anywhere once again. Fabulous. I see a note on the table it says :
"Srry yuuri I went out to go get more food because u r a Hungry pig but I still love you 😸 and Merry Christmas"
-VityaAww how sweet he's getting more food. Wait. OH HOLY CRAP ITS CHRISTMAS TODAY AND I DONT HAVE ANY HECKING PRESENTS. I call my sister cuz she felt bad that she told our parents that I was gay and asked her just to give me a bouquet of roses an sunflowers. A couple minutes later RING DING DONG
I open the door to see who it is
Marie— Hi Yuri
Me— Hey
Marie— I'm really sorry about everything that happened but just know I support youShe hands me the bouquet
Her— I hope your boyfriend likes these
Me— it's ok and thanks for doing this
Her— welcomeShe smiles and walks away. I just realized something. I never asked Vik to be my boyfriend. We've always just been dating kinda not in secret anymore but we never became official boyfriends. Wait it's Christmas and all I have is a bouquet. I can ask him to be my boyfriend as a Christmas present. Man I'm a genius. Go me. Okay so now just wait until vik gets home. I hear someone and it sounds like their trying to get in. Crap it's probably a robber or something . I grab a frying pan and I'm about ready to whack and charge at whoever walks in. The door opens and it's silent. I start running towards the door yelling
Me — DIE YOU NORMIE
Vik — HOLY CRAP YUURI ITS JUST ME
Me — oops heheI put down the frying pan and hug him and he hugs back
Me — Merry Christmas
Vik — And same to you. Do u wanna see ur present
Me — Heck yeaHe hands me a small box wrapped in wrapping paper. I unwrap it and look at it. It's beautiful
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(Viktuuri fluff) Flower Shop AU / Highschool AU
FanfictionYuuri Katsuki is just your average boy. He goes to school and works at his parent's flower shop. Then one day a foreign exchange student catches his eye, but something happens when the student visits his flower shop