Falling For You: A Victuri Story

Chapter 3: Sweet Vanilla

Viktor's POV

     I watch him leave until the doors close shut behind him, and I can no longer see him.

    "Yuri Katsuki," I say out loud to myself, letting my thoughts drift on the cute Japanese boy with glasses.

Then I start to think about what time it is. Looking up at a clock that hangs on the wall, it reads 3:05.

"Well, I better get going," I say, and I gather my stuff, getting ready to head home. Once I finish, I leave and lock the doors to the ice rink behind me. Then I head for the exit to the skating building, but on my way through the main hallway, I catch a glimpse of someone staring at the trophy cases in the awards hall.

     Slowly and quietly, I approach the person. As I get closer, I notice that they are wearing the same black jacket that Yuri had on, and have his dark messy, hair.

     "Yuri?" I ask in surprise.

     The person quickly turns their head to face me, revealing a surprised Yuri.

     "Ah, Viktor! I didn't know you were there."

     "I didn't know you were here," I reply. "What are you looking at?"

     He grows red in the face, adorably, and presses his back against the trophy case as he says, "Oh, ah, it's nothing, really."

     I look at him suspiciously, in a playful way.

"Oh really," I say, stepping closer. Well if it's nothing then you won't mind if I look, right?"

"Um, yes. I mean, no! It's really nothing," he says, growing even redder.

He's so cute.

I smirk and continue to slowly walk towards him until we are practically face to face. I lean my face towards him, and he shrinks back and closes his eyes.

     His guard is let down and I take this as a chance. I pick him up and swirl him around, causing him to open his eyes and gasp in surprise.

     At first, he seems genuinely shocked and confused, but he quickly realizes why I picked him up and spun him around.

     "Viktor!," he says to me, a bit scoldingly after I put him down.

     "You know," I tell him while wrapping my arms around his waist to prevent him from rushing forward. "The more you try to stop me from seeing, the more I want to see."

     Yuri stops trying to break from my embrace, but I still kept my arms tight around his waist and anxiously lean forward to see what he'd wanted me so desperately not to see.

     In the trophy case are pictures of me at the nationals ice skating competition and the gold cup I won last year for the men's competitive figure skating.

     "Ahh," I say softly, the memories flooding into my head as I thought back to the competition.

     "Yuri," I whisper into his ear, "Why are you so embarrassed over this?"

     Yuri had gone slightly limp in my arms and I could feel body heat from his still flushed body.

     "I-i don't know, maybe..., uh it's just that...," his voice is timid and trails off into nothing as he can't seem to be able to find the right words.

     I put my chin on his head, then rest my cheek on his hair. His hair is very soft, and it smells sweet, like vanilla. It makes me want to-

     "Ah, Viktor..." Yuri says, interrupting my thoughts.

     "Oh, sorry."

     I unwrap my arms from his waist and he turns to face me.

     "I really need to get going so- bye I'll see you later!" he says in a rush, then runs out the building.

     "Uh, yeah, see ya'!," I call out to him, but he's already outside before I can finish the sentence.

     I stand there in the empty hallway by myself for a few seconds, trying to make sense of what just happened, but nothing comes to mind.

     As I walk to my apartment, I can't help but think of Yuri. His sweet, soft vanilla hair, the warmth of his body, and his blushing face. I wonder what our next encounter will be like.

     Maybe I'll see him tomorrow, and he'll tell me why he ran off the way he did.