Author's Note: I was surfing through my ancient stories from elementary and, hey, I HAVE to admit I wasn't too shabby with my ideas. Who knew I would take it and use the main idea? I'll still be changing it up a lot, SO DON'T WORRY. Also, don't have a heart attack if these chapters upload with demon-speed.
P.S. The ages are not accurate according to the show, JUST A HEADS UP! This story is told from Yuri Katsuki's POV. Thank you, and enjoy~!
"Wake up, Yuri! You're going to be late for school!" My eyes pop open and I fly out of my bed. Mom is freaking out and pacing back and forth. "It's already 8:24…!"
"8:24?!" I shout. I throw on my school uniform and run downstairs. I grab my backpack, lunchbox and an apple for the road. "Bye mom!" I yell, and run as fast as I can out the door and downhill to Hasetsu High. While I'm sprinting down the street, I feel a drop on my head. Then pattering. I look up at the dark sky as it begins pouring. Shit! I dodge as much rain as I can and go under trees and through paths towards my school. I finally reach it… but I'm completely soaked from head-to-toe, and my shoes are covered in mud. I put my sopped backpack into my locker and quickly eat away at my apple before it's time for class to start.
Our teacher, Mrs. Mila Babicheva, is our homeroom teacher, and she's a great woman with great intentions … Yeah, I'm being sarcastic. She's an awful person who thinks that being PERFECT students is more like boot-camp. Oh, and she loves to arrange seating plans and make them hell itself. She's giving us a new one day actually. "Don't even DARE to complain about this, class, or I promise that you'd prefer to be sold into slavery." The whole class either winces and shrivels back or just rolls their eyes as if they couldn't give more of a shit.
Mrs. Babicheva puts the seating plan up on the board with the overhead projector, and once I find out where I am, I mentally groan. Minami Kenjirou. I mean, he's a really sweet kid, but he's SO TALKATIVE. I slowly slump over to my new desk and see Minami prancing over to the desk next to me with a huge, wide grin. This day keeps getting worse, doesn't it?
Our teacher thinks it's funny to assign a huge amount of seatwork to us for do, and it's totally impossible to finish in this one period. Since no one except Yuri Plisetsky, a stuck-up Russian kid, somehow finished, she gave the rest of us a talk, and informed us that next time she'll be more merciless. This is one of the many reasons why school is such a nightmare. Actually, make that two. Yuri can blow up at you for almost anything, and he hates my guts. He's told me countless times to go screw myself, get lost, and that "There can only be one Yuri". He loves to hang around Viktor Nikiforov, another Russian student in our class. I have to tell you, I have a huuuge crush on him. Ever since my older sister, Mari, mentioned him from school sports teams, I've admired him for everything. Plus, he doesn't actually hang out with Yuri and bully me. Viktor is really charming, kind, and great at pretty much everything.
My next class is Phys. Ed and today we're playing volleyball. She splits us up into different teams and I end up with my Thai best friend Phichit Chulalont, Minami, and… Wait what?! VIKTOR NIKIFOROV?! My heart pounds as we head to our team members and form our groups. We get into our positions, and the other team gets the starting serve.
The ball goes flying straight to Minami, who flumsily hits it backwards by accident. Viktor yells, "Got it!" and dives down, bumping it beautifully towards the middle of our court again. Should I…?!
"GO YURI!" Phichit shouts, and I quickly slap it over the net. It just pops over the next and plunges straight down. Someone on the opposing team dives, but they just miss it.
Viktor turns to me, giving me a smile like the Sun itself. "Awesome hit!"
My face flushes and I stutter, "T-thanks…!" Phew, I didn't make a total fool of myself talking to him right to his face- SLAP!
My glasses get thrown to the floor and I uncomfortably stumble to the floor. "Ow…!" I mutter. That would do it. I freaking just lost my focus STARING AT VIKTOR and got hit on the head with the volleyball! If that doesn't make me look like an idiot, I don't know what does.
Viktor chuckles and asks, "Are you okay?"
"W-well, I…" I wince as I shift my leg. "I think I twisted by ankle…"
He looms overtop of me, holding out his hand for me to grab hold of. I shakily reach up and grasp his warm, smooth hand. He hoists me up and gently slaps my back. "You have to watch out, Yuri!" Then he whispers, "The other Yuri can't get enough of me. He's just jealous, so ignore him for me, kay~?" He winks at me and then heads to our teacher. "Can I get some ice for him? He hurt his ankle?"
This is exactly what makes my heart flutter. He's the sweetest and most considerate person I've ever met. Motivated, Viktor runs out of the gym to fetch an icepack. I hide my face from everyone as they rotate positions so that they can continue without me, and for Viktor for the time being. My face might as well be melted off right now. This is the first time that Viktor and I have had a real conversation with each other. Every other time, it's just a smile or a little, "Hi!" in the hallways or something.
Viktor comes back with an icepack in his hand and whispers, "Our teacher gave me permission to help out with your ankle."
See what I mean...? He's an angel- WAIT WHAT, HE DID FREAKING WHAT NOW?! I push my glasses up from my nose and mutter, "Thanks, Viktor."
"No problem~" he says and slips my shoe off. "This might tickle, okay?" he warns.
"What are you-"
He suddenly pulls my sock off and I let out a little "Eee!" of surprise. He snickers and covers his mouth. "I told you it'd tickle." Viktor grabs a bandage and wraps it around my ankle. "Don't you just hate it when things like this happen?"
"Y-yeah…" I reply.
He places the icepack on my ankle and holds it there. This is so awkward…! He's kneeling in front of me, tending to my horrible wound while I'm standing up. He's so handsome, and I can't keep my eyes off of his perfect hair. A stray strand falls by his eye, and I watch it stay there. Suddenly, Viktor glances up and catches my eye. I swing my head in the other direction and pretend to be looking at something. He smirks and watches the volleyball game going on beside us.
Viktor and I end up hanging on the side for the rest of the class together, and it was so uncomfortable for my dear soul to endure. My mouth was quivering the whole time because I was so nervous being beside him. When class ends and everyone goes to the changeroom, he stays near me and brings his clothes near where I'm changing.
Uhmm.. Okay.
All of a sudden he pulls his shirt off over his head, and I'm truly blinded. Hidden beneath his simple active-wear t-shirt is a full set of rock-hard abs. This kid is freaking 15 years old like me. I feel self-conscious changing beside him, considering I have a negative-6 back. (Aka: Belly pooch.) I turn the other way when I take off my shirt, and I put my uniform shirt on in a jiffy. There's no way I'm letting him see me like this. "Hey Yuri~"
I glance to my right and Viktor is peering at me with adorable, shimmering blue-green eyes. "Do you skate?"
Skate? I frown. "No…?"
"Maybe you could come to a rink with me sometime, then!" he chants. "I go there all the time and practice!"
"O-okay, yeah! Sounds great!"
Yeah… No. Not great. It sounds like pure hell. Magical… unreal… but hell.
"You're cool, Yuri." he mutters as he changes into his pants. "I'm surprised we've never talked before."
I'm WHAT now?! Are you blind? I'm a complete nerd! Cool is NOT the right word to describe me.
I try putting my shoe back on, and I let out a small sob of pain. Viktor immediately looks concerned, and he goes flying towards the ground. "Don't worry about doing it yourself, Yuri! Let me help you." He gently lifts my foot up and cautiously places it into my shoe for me, nice and snug.
I look away, blushing, and I notice Yuri Plisetsky piercing daggers into my soul with his glare. He gives me a tight-lipped, forced smile and lifts The Finger. I look away and quickly say, "Thanks so much, Viktor…! But I should get going now."
He frowns in confusion. "We always leave at the same time... altogether… when the bell goes. And it hasn't went yet." He looks into my eyes and mutters, "What's wrong…?"
The gorgeous universe in his eyes distracts me and I lose my place. "Uhh…! N-nothing…!"
He smirks. "Don't be afraid to tell me anything, okay, Yuri? You can trust me."
I nod vigorously and when he packs up his gym clothes, I let out a breath. I swear Yuri is out to murder me now.