Author's Note: AUGH SORRY FOR THE HUUUUGE DELAY! I was on vacation and then I was hopping around, writing for other YOI fics of mine, so here! :'D
Yuri peers out form Viktor's pocket, keeping close watch on Mari. He hopes for his dear soul that his sister will stay right in place, talking with Viktor. Before taking action in his devious plan of escape, he takes a moment to breathe. You're about to make your first impression on this beaut, so don't screw it up. And then he goes straight to work.
First, Yuri pushes real hard against Viktor's body inside of the jacket, and even begins running and jumping around, being as chaotic as he can imagine… which, honestly, could've been so much more chaotic. He feels Viktor shuffle a little as a sign of success. Yuri's body topples over while Viktor's jacket is being adjusted. It's starting to work! Yuri continues jostling around and vigorously bumping against Viktor. WHen he finally thinks about what he is - a pea-sized freshie wanting attention from a hot, foreign senior, of the same gender, do note, and who's aiming to use the senior crush to save him from being eternally tiny - … he just about DIES of embarrassment. Oh yeah, and don't forget that ever-present awareness of being so near Viktor's 'rumored-as-perfect' "V-line".
I have to keep going! Viktor will understand…! I think?! Yuri thrusts his arms and kicks his legs at his 'host', and he can tell Viktor is disturbed, coming from his itching, squirming, and fiddling. JUST LOOK IN YOUR POCKET, PLEASE!
Brrring~!
Oh no. Yuri thinks. That's the bell that goes when it's time for class to start soon. That means… His heart jumps as he continues the thought: I'm gonna be stuck in his pocket during his whole first class?! AT LEAST?!
Viktor waves off Mari and Yuri Plisetsky, and then strides off to his classroom. Tiny Yuri scrunches into a ball and deeply sighs as he bumps around with every step Viktor takes. "Viktorrrrr~" he whines. "Viktor, stop…" And so, the young man decides to say an entire speech from off the top of his head, since Viktor wouldn't be able to hear it anyway. "Viktor Nikiforov… my crush. I, Yuri Katsuki, am trapped inside your jacket pocket. I'm tiny because I shrunk. Don't bother asking how; it's a long story. And I need your help. Well… someone's help… to realize that I've shrunk, and that I haven't been kidnapped or anything. But I want your help, specifically… because, I… I LOVE YOU, VIKTOR!"
Ohhhh shit, that was loud. That was TOO LOUD. It was all confirmed when Viktor stopped in his tracks. His one eyebrow goes up and he glances left and then right. Since he doesn't see who it would be, he slowly wanders to his seat.
Yuri nearly has a heart attack. What if he knew it was me?! He'll know for SURE once he finds me in his pocket. That is, IF he finds out!
Viktor's class begins and Yuri tries to decide what to do next. This is really starting to go downhill… But if I do something else, I feel like he'll pay attention!
Right after the teacher in the classroom is done giving her instructions to the class, Yuri gets to work. He has a crazy idea in mind, and he hopes that, for the love of pork cutlet bowls, Viktor won't do something out of the ordinary in response.
And so, Yuri grabs hold of the sleek pocket and hoists himself out. The jacket serves nicely as a slide down to the desk. Yuri never thought he'd ever have to go through such lengths to make his crush notice him. And never in a million years would he have guessed to be so SMALL!
Yuri stands up on the desk and gazes up at Viktor's concentrated face. He walks to the paper being written on and steps right onto it. Viktor's hand stops moving. He squints at the little waving thing in front of him and rubs his eyes to make sure what he's seeing is really there. The first thing Viktor does once he realizes the figure isn't imaginary, he cautiously moves his hand forward, closer to Yuri. The freshman takes note of the drastic size difference and makes sure that he doesn't allow himself to be run over by the huge, moving platform of hand. It stops beside him and he carefully begins to climb onto it. The moment Yuri gets onto Viktor's hand, he discovers the extreme smoothness of it. No calluses. No flaws. Just super-smooth. Yuri shouts up at him, crossing his fingers that he'll finally hear.
All Viktor hears is the tiniest squeak, which he guessed to be translated as "Help". He draws his hand closer to himself, with little Yuri on it, and he gazes down at him as if it was an entire new universe. Yuri Katsuki hops up and down and Viktor delicately places his other hand overtop, enclosing him in his hands.
If you press your hands together now, Viktor, there's gonna be a bit of a mess. That's when Yuri hears Viktor ask the teacher, "May I go to the washroom?"
Oh hohhhh, YES! Yuri celebrates, dancing around in the palm of Viktor's hand. Suddenly, everything brightens up again, and Viktor has taken his hand on top away. His other hand, though, begins to move to his jacket pocket and Yuri holds onto Viktor's finger for his dear, little life. His efforts were useless, and he slides into the socket as Viktor walks out of the classroom and to the Men's Washroom.
Wait. Wait ONE SECOND. What if Viktor is going to flush me down?! Yuri's heart almost pounds out of his chest while the senior goes into a stall. Viktor puts his hand into his pocket and gently lifts the person out and then onto the surface of the toilet-paper dispenser.
Yuri pleadingly looks at Viktor with his big - oh wait, nope, sorry - with his teeny brown eyes. "Who are you…?" Viktor whispers as he takes a seat onto the closed toilet.
"Y-YURI KATSUKI! FRESHMAN!" he yells with all he possibly can.
Viktor frowns. "In this school?!" Yuri energetically nods. "Why are you so small then?"
"SHRUNK!" Yuri screams. He stretches out his arms and then brings them together to demonstrate.
"How does that work?!"
"SCIENCE!"
Viktor's jaw drops and he mumbles, "You're Mari's younger brother, aren't you?"
Yuri nods his head. That took him considerably long...
"She said you weren't at home!" Viktor replies.
Mari actually talks about me?! Yuri yells, "HELP!"
"Yeah, but HOW?!" Viktor Nikiforov shouts flusteredly.
It's all quiet, and then both men hear a long, drawn-out squeaaaaak of a stall room being opened next to them. Viktor smirks, trying not to giggle. It must've sounded like Viktor was talking to himself! Yuri had to admit, this side of Viktor was freaking adorable! … Not like every other quality wasn't, but Yuri had a front-row-center view of this senior's beauty at the moment. And it was just the two of them hanging out. He bashfully smiles as he takes a seat on the dispenser and whistles. Miraculously, Viktor can tell he's whistling: not by hearing it, but by seeing Yuri's lips forming an "O". Yeah, you better believe it, Viktor was so close he could see the slightest thing as that.
They hear the toilet next door flush, and both of them awkwardly wait for the kid to finish washing his hands. Once the door shuts and he's gone, Viktor continues. "How can I help?"
Yuri opens his mouth to respond, but he closes it right away, considering he has absolutely no idea. He shows Viktor an utterly-confused face as he hopelessly shrugs. The Russian man nervously bites his lip and looks up, thinking of how to work this problem out.
"CLASS!" Yuri suddenly yells.
"What?"
The freshman points at Viktor. "YOU! CLASS?!" He couldn't help but feel bad for taking up Viktor's class-time to beg him for help.
Viktor shakes his head back and forth and responds, "It's fine!"
Yuri's head props to the right and he pouts like a little kid. "YOU SURE?"
Viktor gently laughs and nods his head. "I'll bring you with." WAIT, WHAT?! He's immediately scooped into Viktor's pocket once again and they head back to the classroom.
