yuuri's pov
every single part of my body was reacting to victor's words.
my face was lifting. my chest was filled with an unusual light weight. my heart was pounding. my hands were sweaty. my knees were clanking together like metal. my restless feet were tapping the cold, wooden floor repeatedly.
i sprung from the firm mattress and began to march my way into phichit's room.
words were dancing around my head as my steps and breathing quickened, desperate to get to the thai boy's room to let him know the feelings id been letting sit in my mouth for so long, even though it was so obvious by this point, even if i was only just seeing them now.
my hands desperately clung onto the doorknob as i twisted it open, and my eyes were presented with phichit, snuggled into his pristine white covers, lifting his head in confusion.
"you okay yuuri? it's 2am?" phichit looked like a confused puppy as he looked my shaky body up and down.
"phichit. i found a name for all these confused feelings ive been feeling..."
i said words in the most robotic tone, but inside my heart was signing and dancing in joy.
"im calling it love."
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dorks//victuuri
Fanfictionyuurikatsudon- um, do I know you? v-nikiforov- I don't know, do you? {lowercase intended, 1/11/17} {this was once #2 in aesthetic? :,)} TW: extreme mentions of homophobia, anxiety, depression, toxic relationships. stay safe 💛
