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high school au where every time katsuki yuuri walks past viktor nikiforov gasps and softly whispers ‘i’m gay’ to which his entire lunch table responds with a chorus of ‘we know’
‘i hope someday he’ll notice me,’ thinks yuuri wistfully, sitting three rows behind VIKTOR NIKIFOROV in calculus while viktor is mentally rehearsing his WILL YOU GO TO PROM WITH ME? invitation to katsuki yuuri, the love of his life, via interpretive dance
obviously (obviously), yuuri hears through the grapevine that viktor nikiforov has a crush and spends the rest of the term moping. little does he know that viktor is at this very moment drawing little hearts around the cyrillic for ‘yuri nikiforov’ in his english lit notebook. yuri plisetsky, a freshman, wishes he could transfer schools
this all comes to a head in the most Extra™ manner possible when viktor discovers to his horror that KATSUKI YUURI, THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE, has been despondent for a month thinking that viktor likes someone else. viktor immediately takes action to correct this misunderstanding and by action i mean he approaches yuuri during lunch period and by ‘approaches yuuri’ i mean he spots yuuri across the packed cafeteria and rushes towards him shouting ‘move i’m gay’ as the masses part before viktor like the red sea
‘yuuri, sweetheart, why don’t you just ask him out?’ says christophe sympathetically, trying to nudge True Love™ in the right direction and also help out his best friend viktor, whom christophe loves & supports & wants to see happy
‘i don’t think he knows i exist,’ yuuri admits
‘ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME,’ yuri plisetsky shouts, flinging his phone at the wall
also viktor definitely turns up at yuuri’s house in the middle of the night to throw pebbles at his bedroom window. that is a thing that happens
yuuri brings viktor a slightly squashed flower he picked from the field on his way to class and viktor cries bc it’s so romantic even though yuuri literally walked up to him with the line ‘i found this on the ground and thought of you’
queerryouta asked: high school au
five times viktor nikiforov tried to ask katsuki yuuri out
1. WILL YOU GO TO PROM WITH ME, the card reads. There are little hearts doodled around the margins of the rose-gold embossed paper. A thin silver ribbon forms the border framing Viktor’s hand-lettered invitation in sweet cursive and jet-black ink. The paper is lightly scented with a tasteful spritz of his mother’s Chanel No. 5. Mila talked Viktor out of his original plan, which involved the football team, cheerleading squad and marching band all forming the words of Viktor’s proposal on the field at their next match. In retrospect, Viktor agrees with her. That might have been a little over the top.
Viktor hopes this isn’t too subtle for Yuuri.
‘Oh,’ Yuuri says. His cheeks are dusty pink, and the flush is only deepening. He clutches the card in his lovely hands, wrinkling the (very expensive, perfumed, tissue-fine) paper slightly. His palms are sweaty. Viktor wants to give Yuuri his letterman jacket. Viktor does not own a letterman jacket. ‘Do you, uh…’ Yuuri blinks his beautiful long eyelashes and bites his beautiful bottom lip. His big brown eyes are beginning to softly fill with tears. ‘Who do you need me to pass this to?’
2. Viktor taps Yuuri on the shoulder in statistics class.
If you say it to his face, goes the logic, there’s no way he won’t interpret your expression of undying affection as being meant for him.
However, Viktor is struck dumb by the sight of Yuuri’s gorgeous face, and his carefully prepared Do you want to go on a date with me? becomes ‘Do you have date? I mean, do you… do you. Date? Um. Do you have the date?’
‘It’s October 3rd,’ Yuuri replies, and immediately turns around again and buries his face in his textbook.
3. ‘I’m really gay,’ whispers Viktor involuntarily when he walks into the locker room to find Yuuri bent over a bench and lacing up his shoes, those tight gym shorts riding up a little bit.
Yuuri looks down at his shoes, the set of his mouth despondent. He pulls the hem of his gym shirt lower to hide his round belly.
‘That’s nice, Viktor.’
4. ‘I would literally die for you, Yuuri,’ Viktor says as they sit on the bleachers together. They are holding hands. Yuuri is wearing Viktor’s scarf. Viktor brought roses.
‘Please don’t,’ Yuuri says. ‘I like you alive.’
5. Viktor hopes Yuuri comes to the window soon, because Viktor is running out of pebbles. He’d have to go further down the road to find more, and it’s very dark and Viktor might get hit by a car. Viktor doesn’t want to die without ever having kissed Katsuki Yuuri, a travesty of missed opportunities, a tragic footnote left to gather dust in desk drawers for all eternity.
‘It’s two in the fucking morning,’ says Yuuri.
‘Yuuri, please,’ yells Viktor. ‘Please let me be your boyfriend, Yuuri. I’ll do my best. I’ve tried everything. I did everything the way they do it in movies —’
‘I, I don’t. I don’t really watch a lot of movies?’ says Yuuri. He looks down at Viktor standing underneath his bedroom window, seeming dazed. Then he scratches the back of his head. He gazes at a spot somewhere on the windowsill for a long moment, his eyelashes low and fluttering on his cheeks. ‘Do you want to come up?’
This is not the Russian way, thinks Viktor as he shoves his hands in his coat pockets and marches over to the front door.