The Truth About Yuuri Katsuki

Four

Victor Nikiforov. What exactly does one say about Victor Nikiforov? There is only one thing to say: he is perfection. The gleam in his eyes when he finds something he instantly loves, the way the light reflects off of his silver hair, his genuine smile, these were the things that Yuuri Katsuki lived for. Victor Nikiforov awakened emotions inside Yuuri that he didn't realize existed. It was love at first sight for him. The only problem was: Victor didn't know he existed. 

Yuuri had tried countless times to initiate a conversation between the two of them. He'd tried numerous methods for them to have a 'chance meeting' and become friends. However, the social hierarchy was strong in high school. No matter what he did, something would always get in the way. That's why, when junior year came, and Yuuri was finally able to strike a conversation with Victor by lending him some cash, Yuuri thought his life was complete. If they had never spoken again, he would've been okay with that. He nearly died each time the two were put into the same class, but now at least he had talked to him one time. He couldn't have dreamed that they'd be in the same gym class senior year and choose lockers right next to each other. He couldn't have imagined that he'd find more ways to strike a conversation with his #1 Favorite Man. And, he especially didn't expect to meet Victor in the mall that night.

"He must think I'm such a loser," Yuuri sighed and sipped up the last of his smoothie. "I look so terrible right now! Me outside of school is nothing like me inside school!" Yuuri slammed his head on the table multiple times before giving up and using it as a pillow instead. "I knew I shouldn't have come to the mall tonight, Phichit was right," Yuuri sighed once again. His phone vibrated. It was a message from his one and only childhood best friend: Phichit. Phichit was the only individual who knew the inside and outside Yuuris. They'd known each other so long that the world would explode if the two of them tried to keep a secret from the other.

Hamster Loving Freak: Did you really meet Victor at the mall? I told you not to go. I was getting bad vibes when he didn't show up in school today. How much of an idiot are you?! The heart was too much man. He totally knows now. If he doesn't, then he takes the title of 'Second Densest Man in the Universe'!

Two-Faced Fool: Who is the first?

Hamster Loving Freak: You! Of course! But, hey, think of it this way...at least you know if he likes you he likes ALL of you and not just the part everyone sees. He'd have to find out sooner or later. You can't have just me loving you forever! <3 <3 <3

Yuuri sighed, for the millionth time. Phichit had a valid point but that didn't make it any less difficult. Victor was Victor all the way through. Meanwhile, confident Yuuri was just a lie that managed to work with a little guy-liner and contacts. What if Victor hated the real Yuuri? Then what was he supposed to do? Yuuri's phone vibrated again. He expected it to be Phichit saying something stupid, like he always did, but it wasn't him this time.

The Sexist Man Alive: Don't worry about the shirt! It's nothing! Spending the evening with you was more than enough payment for me. See you Monday! c;

The phone slipped out of Yuuri's hands and hit the floor with a loud 'thud.' Embarrassed, Yuuri picked it up and scanned the area to make sure no one saw that happen. He was safe, for now, but he didn't know how much longer he'd be able to stay in this place without making a fool of himself. Yuuri promptly called up his mother and asked for a ride home. He was going to loathe the car ride home because he knew she would ask questions about how his day was. What was he supposed to say? He bumped into his long-time crush and they spent the evening together? His crush ended up buying him a shirt and a smoothie and now Yuuri had his number too? A conversation like that would be the end of him. 

Monday arrived before Yuuri knew it. He wasn't sure if this would be a good day or a bad day yet, but he knew for sure that he would at least look fantastic. Yuuri would look even better today then any other day of the school year. He had to counteract the terrible image of himself that Victor saw at the mall. 

Yuuri stared at the shirt that Victor bought him. Should he wear it today? Would that be too much? Victor had just gotten it for him. If he wore it too soon would that be too clingy? Well, as they say 'you only live once' right? Yuuri put on the shirt and looked at his reflection in the mirror. "Well, dayum," he said, "if I wasn't me, I would be after me," he smiled. Yuuri only had one more thing to do now. He poured some hair gel out of a bottle Phichit had labeled 'As Fine As Satan's Behind' and ran his fingers through his hair. He wasn't sure why Phichit told him to do this, but according to him it raised Yuuri's sexy-deadliness by a lot.

After looking everything over one last time, Yuuri grabbed his bag and headed for the bus. He was one of those lonely seniors that didn't have a car yet. He had his license, but not a car. As soon as the bus pulled up and Yuuri got on, the person that was sitting in his seat moved so he could sit there. This happened on a daily basis. Apparently, this person felt that it was her sole duty in life to protect his seat from being sat in everyday. Yuuri smiled but didn't say anything. Her face became a bright shade of red. His attempt to raise his level of attractiveness must've worked. Or maybe he just hadn't smiled at her before...

As soon as he got to the school he went to where he knew Victor's locker was, (don't ask how he knows, he just knows, he totally didn't bribe a teacher into looking it up for him). Victor was standing there wearing his standard loose long-sleeved shirt and skinny jeans. Yuuri was immediately regretting his decision to try and talk to him this early in the morning, but he was going to have to follow through. Why? Because Phichit was standing behind a wall staring at him from a few feet away. Yuuri wouldn't hear the end of it if he didn't talk to Victor.

"Good Morning, Victor," Yuuri waved and made his way over. Victor smiled and waved back. 

"Guten Morgen, mein Lieber," he replied.

"German? I thought you were Russian," Yuuri said. He was confused and didn't mean to say that out loud, but he did. Victor simply laughed.

"Are you saying that because I'm Russian I can't learn other languages?" he questioned.

"No! That's not what I meant at all," Yuuri began, "I just didn't expect you to be the type to learn new languages."

"What else would I do in my free time?" Victor asked, "What kind of person do you take me for, Yuuri?" Yuuri assumed that Victor was teasing him, but really Victor didn't want to tell Yuuri that he just looked up random phrases in German because he had an unhealthy crush on the character Mephisto from Blue Exorcist. Yes, my friends, Victor is a closet anime nerd.

As more and more people flooded the halls, Yuuri realized his window of opportunity was dwindling. He didn't have much time left to do what he had come to do, "Victor, I just wanted to sa-" before Yuuri could finish his sentence an individual, (or horde of individuals, he couldn't tell at the time,) slammed into him. As a result, Yuuri's face was now uncomfortably close to Victor's face, and to any onlooker, it looked like Yuuri had just slammed Victor into the lockers. Yuuri was shocked, to say the least, but he managed to keep that emotion inside. This certainly wasn't how he had planned to start the day. "-you have really pretty eyes."

"You wanted to tell me that I have pretty eyes?" Victor questioned, "You have a very dramatic way of doing things, Yuuri."

"What?" Yuuri replayed the recent scene in his head. He had just said something out loud again that he didn't mean! Great, now he was making a fool of himself in front of Victor inside and outside school. "Sorry, I actually just wanted to thank you for this shirt again. There are way too many people in this hallway. I'm sorry for invading your space like that," Yuuri apologized and went on his merry way. What he didn't realize was that his group of worshipers had just added Victor to the hit list. However, a new group of worshipers formed, lead by Phichit (of course), that would try their absolute hardest to get this ship of theirs to sail.