Please keep in mind that English is not my native language, I did my best to translate this. Enjoy!
Warnings: Fluff, humor. Yuri and Yurio don't skate.
Yuri watched the snow fall docilely on the pavement from the window of the convenience store. It seemed like it was going to be a quiet night with little clientele, that thought made him sigh with relieved. He had a tiring day at school, and the fact that it was a Monday, when it was rare day for people to leave their homes in the night, gave him hope that he would start his night shift in total peace.
However, twenty minutes later, Yuri was desperately searching for his glasses on the floor. He could only hear a scandal around him, voices of girls screaming wildly. He wasn't sure what was going on. Seconds before he was arranging products on their corresponding shelves when he heard the sliding doors open and something pushed him to the floor.
Yuri shivered nervously. What if there were a thief in the store and his life was in danger?! He couldn't see anything without his glasses. But at least the female screamers gradually moved away from the store.
"I'm sorry, it's my fault." He heard a man say as he put his glasses back on him. "I should have looked where I was going." Then he saw it clearly.
A pair of blue eyes, as clear and bright as ice, looked at him, begging for indulgence for stumbling over him. Yuri didn't know what to answer immediately. He just stared into those eyes until his owns eyes finally saw the rest; platinum hair, white complexion, dazzling smile, elegant clothes ... Something in that man was familiar to him, but he couldn't say what.
"...Oh! No problem, sir. " Yuri said when he finally felt less rushed and tried to sit up, then the man offered him a hand and Yuri accepted it, feeling his cheeks burn for some reason.
The boy with the black hair wanted to return to the cash register, but he realized that the man still had his hand entwined with his.
"I'm very sorry for the noise I made when I come in. I came here to hide from my fans and It's seem I was able to deceive them. They aren't usually this wild, so I also beg you to forgive them for disturbing your customers. Is there a way I can make up with you? " He said leaning over to Yuri's height, very close to his face.
Yuri could feel the man's breath over his face, and every time he tried to back away, the man took a step forward. It was as if he had no notion of personal space.
"N-no! You don't need to do anything, sir! Plus there's no more pe-people here, just you. S-so you didn't done any harm." He replied, struggling with not to stutter. The man's gaze made him very nervous. It was only natural that such an attractive and charismatic man had a fan club, he thought.
"But I did hurt you, and I might even have broken your glasses …"
"N-no! I assure you no-nothing happened!" He managed to pull his hand away and, without running, walked as fast as he could to his place behind the cash register.
"Oh, then it's fine. At least let me buy something as a thankyou for your understanding." He randomly took some candies and left them on the counter.
"Uh ... Sir, excuse me, have we met before?" He dared to ask, which his innate shyness wouldn't have allowed him in other circumstances, but at that moment his curiosity really piqued, adding that the man was addressing him with such familiarity.
The man shook his head in a negative way, then show to him a big smile.
"I don't think so. This is our first meeting. I know because I would never dare to forget a face like yours."
"O-oh..." Okay. Now Yuri understood why this man was being pursued by a horde of women. He was a gallant with pretty sentences already prepared. If he had ovaries they would have been exploited.
As he scanned the sweets, Yuri did his best to avoid those blue eyes, but it was impossible not to look at them with a sideways glance. He wasn't sure what to think of that man, he certainly didn't seem dangerous, and if he had wanted to rob the store he would have taken advantage of the moment when he didn't had his glasses on. When he finished charging him, he reached out a hand with his money, and the silver-haired man took his hand between his owns before taking the money, making Yuri startle because it had felt like a caress.
"By the way, my name is Viktor Nikiforov. It's a real pleasure to meet you, Yuri Katsuki."
Yuri was about to ask how he knew his name, but he quickly remembered that it was engraved on his employee badge.
"A-ah, yes. The pleasure is mine, sir." That was all he could say before putting the sweets in a bag and handing them over to him.
"Very well, Yuri. I wish you good night and I hope to see you again soon." Viktor said in a singsong voice before heading to the exit.
"Thanks for your purchase. Come back soon." He responded mechanically with a friendly smile as he would have done with any other client, but actually his heart was in a panic. Sweat invaded his forehead. He couldn't believe that just that day his co-worker, Yurio, had decided to don't showed off to the store and leave him alone to confront this strange client.
At least, Viktor had retired from the store without any other incident around him. Yuri hoped he wouldn't have to deal with him again, his nerves would not stand it. Though he still thought he knew Viktor from somewhere.