Wow... My first YoI fanfic! Be warned, this story will have elements of a gay relationship. Don't like, don't read, I guess. I appreciate any questions/comments/complaints/suggestions!
I hope you enjoy it!
Also, I'm sorry the first few chapters will be short, but they seemed like natural stopping points. It'll get better in the future. Hopefully.
Disclaimer: All the canon characters belong to the fabulous Kubo!
He knew the moment he started to connect with Otabek. It was like that moment when you're diving off a tall cliff into the ocean. The air hits you and, suddenly, without warning, the small voice in your mind whispers nonononostopthiswasabadideastopstopgobackgoback. And then you start falling, which might just be the best and the worst feeling in the world at the same time. And when you hit the water, you either slip between the molecules, or you belly flop and feel the burn of your mistake. At this point, Yurio was asking himself the million dollar question: which would it be? His eyes flitted up toward Otabek, who was washing the blood off his hands in the sink. He knew he was taking a risk, and he prayed to every god of which he knew that he wouldn't flop.
Two weeks ago
Lilia, Yakov, and his parents had been convincing him for a long, long time. This was the third year they had talked about it, and, frankly, it was a pain. Go to high school, Yuratchka! You ought to be around kids your age! He already had Mila and his rinkmates. Sure, they weren't exactly his age, but he didn't really see the difference. And anyway, he was taking online classes and passing with cursory A minuses and some B pluses. Yuri just didn't see the point of working his ass off to deal with a bunch of snotty brats. But if you take out ten liters out of a small lake a day, you'll dry it out eventually. The same thing happened with Yuri, which is how he found himself applying with his parents. He looked out through the main office's glass into the main hallway of the school. There were clumps of people clogging up the hallway and chattering so loudly he could hear the murmur of voices from the thick glass. The wooden door next to him creaked open as his mother and father stepped out. His mother's face stretched into a strained smile. The air of an actress still hung around her, the sort of gloating and overbearing. Like she was better than everyone, and better than coming to Yuri's practices and performances.
"You begin class tomorrow." A chubby woman followed them, her smile and voice radiating through the room like a ray of sunshine. It was so fake and sickly sweet, Yuri found it downright disgusting.
"Come on, Yuri. Stand up." A viselike, manicured hand gripped his arm and tried to drag him up from his slumping position in the chair. Yuri glared at his mother and stood up normally. About two minutes later, after accepting a whirlwind of information, Yuri stood outside the office, clutching his new schedule.
He had a bad feeling about this. A really, really bad feeling.