Our differences |A Victuri Highschool Au

First impressions

 AN) Hi Lance here. Just FYI Yuri is abused by his parents. Anyway question of the day is...

Q. Sebastian Michaelis or Yuri ( with his hair pushed back). Who is hotter?

A. Honestly this is a hard question. I'd have to say Yuri. If Sebby didn't bang that nun or Beast I would choose our butler. Also I hate Ciel! I'm sorry if I offended you. Anyway, on with the story. 

Flirting with a stranger?

Victor Nikiforov, Hot, charming, confident, and arrogant. He had boys and girls alike falling for him. He was good at everything, School? Check, every time I peeked at his corrected test paper it was an A, although whether he cheated is a mystery to me. 

 Charming? Check, multiple girls would giggle and 'accidentally' lift their shirt slightly, stop then skip away. Sometimes they will 'coincidentally' drop their pencil and of course, he would pick it up for them. When Mr.Nikiforov would give it back, then they would 'casually' brush their fingers against his. When it came to boys, it was practically the same. You see before the Russian transferred, the locker rooms rarely had shirtless dudes, contrary to belief. Everyone wore a tee-shirt. Everyone was awkward and it was a normal high school locker room. Then, a Russian god shows up and now everyone is trying to show their masculinity to Victor. Pointing at their six packs and v-lines. Sometimes people stepped so far out of line it was borderline rape. To put it quite frankly.

People became bolder.

stupider.   

But then, there's me... 

I'm a relatively calm, quiet, and collective person. I don't do well in groups because I get nervous and anxious. I can't help it, I'm bullied. Why? You may ask. Well, long story short Yurio told everyone my sexuality. I'm gay and it's hard to find love when everyone swoons over him. At first, I thought Victor was just a playboy; Nothing special. I chose to keep my distance from Victor as I knew I had zero chance with him. Then some rather cataclysmic events unfolded and fate thought otherwise.

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  " Yuri! Wake up now or you're dead!" I heard my obnoxious sister, Mari exclaim, much to my displeasure. I tried hiding under my rather grey and plain blanket, but I knew it wouldn't save me from Mari's wrath. I knew she meant well, I mean hell, being on time to school is important. At the same time, so is sleep. I normally choose the former and that normally ends up in me being dragged out of the house. 

 I quickly put on a simple black top and blue sweat pants. Like I said, simple. My eyes wander around my messy bed until I see my alarm clock. Shit! I thought while quickly collecting my homework It's 8:50. School starts in ten minutes!  I sprinted out the door with my backpack, ignoring my mom and dad's shaking heads.

 I must have sprinted as if my life depended on me getting to school because I noticed two things. One, I had five minutes to get to class. Two, my legs and lungs burned like the fires of hell on drugs. I must haven't been paying attention because I felt a solid mass colliding with my relatively soft and un-muscular body. At first, I thought I had rammed my face into one of the abundant pillars around the school. As my luck would have it, I wished it was a pillar.

 Overlooking my shaking body, was Yurio Plitsetsky. A.k.a the Russian punk. He rather quickly turned to face me and bent down to my level.

 " Did the Katsudon forget to watch where he was?" Said Yurio before continuing " I think you did." I looked around at the sheer number of Yurio's cronies surrounding us. Before I could get up or form a coherent sentence, my face was being shoved on the Chestnut hexagonal tile. My face lit up with pain as it tried to get up, only to be shoved down. " Yurio, please ngh it hurts!" Suddenly, I felt the weight on my head vanish and I slowly rose to my feet. I tasted the metallic tang in my mouth and found it rather bothersome as I don't like the taste of blood. Great, now I'm going to be noticeably late. I thought as I hurried to the nearest men's restroom to clean up.