The Truth About Yuuri Katsuki

Ten

Yuuri looked down at his sweaty hands and refused to make eye contact with any of the people around him. On the left side of the table sat the two adorable Satanic Siblings. Yuuri couldn't look at them without wanting to hug them. On the right side of the table sat Victor and Viktor. That was like Victor squared and there was no possible way that Yuuri was going to look at either of them. Then, at the opposing end of the table sat Vincent and Adrian. The only thing Yuuri could do was look at Adrian. Everyone else was far too attractive for him. Adrian had multiple scars, long bangs covering his eyes, and unruly hair that was a shade slightly darker than Victor's. In other words: he was perfect for staring at.

Vincent snickered, "Why do all your friends always do this?" he asked, "I'm sorry to break it to you, Yuuri, but Adrian is probably the most attractive one here," Vincent lifted up Adrian's bangs to reveal his face. A holy light emitted from him that Yuuri couldn't describe in words. Yuuri was blinded by the beauty, and now he completely understood why the bangs were overgrown. If a man as handsome as that walked outside he would blind everybody and begin to rule the world with his overflowing attractiveness. His eyes were probably Yuuri's favorite thing about Adrian in the short time that he saw his face. They were chartreuse and seemed to glow all on their own. He'd never seen eyes like those before.

Yuuri was dreading the fact that he'd agreed to stay for dinner. He should've left before things got too out of hand. Maybe it would've been a better idea to go to Victor's house as 'in-school' Yuuri. He felt too out of place sitting at this table with his glasses, messy hair, and sweatpants. Everyone around him was made from the divine essence of beauty, and he was just, well, here.

"Dad, don't scare Yuuri away. This is the first time he has ever been here, be nice so he comes back," Leic frowned. 

"We'll never be able to get friends to stay over if you're always so weird about it," Ciel sighed.

Viktor, who looked exactly like Victor except for the fact that his hair was just as long as Adrian's (if not longer), couldn't care less about Yuuri. He was too busy digging into the food. Apparently, Viktor was leaving to go study abroad. Who cares about America when you can meet hot guys in England? Yuuri agreed with that sentiment. Vincent and his twin sons were very attractive and they still spoke with a British accent despite the fact that they'd lived in America so long. Adrian was a mystery box. Yuuri couldn't figure out anything about his ancestry. Victor squared should be somewhat Russian, (from what Yuuri knew in his research of Victor). Maybe their mother was Russian. What happened to the mothers in this family? This was both Vincent and Adrian's second marriage. Was it divorce? Was it death? Yuuri was confused but he didn't want to ask any uncomfortable questions. 

"Yuuri," Victor waved his hand in front of Yuuri's face to get his attention, "are you okay? Do you not want to eat?"

Yuuri flinched, "I'm fine," he replied, although it was clear how flustered he was. If he couldn't get over the fact that the attractive Victor was his boyfriend now, he would never manage to feel comfortable in a family filled with equally attractive people. Sitting here made Yuuri so self-conscious that he couldn't function. 

The meal dragged on. Yuuri attempted to focus on eating and not talking. However, he wasn't sure what exactly it was that he was eating since his mind was thinking about everything but food. Yuuri sighed. Why did he decide this was a good idea? 

Everyone finished, eventually, and just when Yuuri thought he was free from his self-induced torture, Vincent asked him to help wash dishes. Yuuri stared at the dish in his hands as if it was going to assassinate him and cleaned it to the best of his ability. These dishes were so nice that he ended up spending way too much time cleaning a single dish. He wanted it spotless since it was such a quality specimen. 

"You're so stiff," Vincent laughed, "I'm not going to eat you."

Yuuri laughed albeit nervously, "Is that a promise?"

"Oh dear, were you really concerned about me eating you? I hereby promise that I'm not a cannibal," he replied, "although, I'm not sure I can say the same for Adrian."

"What?!"

"I'm kidding," Vincent smiled, "or am I?"

"I'm never coming back here," Yuuri mumbled as he scrubbed the dish in his hands, "this is a danger zone."

"Oh, you'll be back," Vincent assured him, "you can't stay away from us forever. Especially not if you want to marry my darling boy."

"M-marriage?!" Yuuri dropped the plate in his hands and prepared himself for the sound of shattering glass. However, the noise never came. Vincent had caught the plate with his foot.

"That was a close one," Vincent picked up the plate with his hand and placed it back in the sink.

"How did you do that?" Yuuri found himself asking. Was he a sorcerer? A demon? Or did he really just have fantastic reflexes?

"I'm simple one hell of a father," Vincent winked, "and Adrian is especially clumsy due to his overgrown bangs. He is always walking into walls or tripping over things."

Yuuri was impressed with the fact that Victor's two fathers still seemed so in love with each other. He wondered if Yuuri and Victor would always be that happy. Yuuri blushed. Damn Vincent, putting the seeds of marriage into his brain. Now Yuuri would be thinking about Victor as his husband all night.

"Yuuri," Adrian stepped into the kitchen, "it's gotten pretty late, do you want to spend the night and go back home in the morning?"

"Huh?" Yuuri's glasses slipped off the side of his face as if to respond to his shock. Spend the night? In Victor's house? What if he slept in the same bed as Victor? Yuuri wasn't mentally prepared for that! 

"That's a great idea," Vincent agreed. Yuuri panicked inwardly. He didn't have a say in this matter anymore. RIP Yuuri Katsuki. This would be the death of him.