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Sunday is normally a day that I like to relax and take a break on. Today it just seems like another twenty-four hours to slouch around. Last night was awful. I couldn't sleep at all, so I stayed up all night watching random shit on TV. Looking in the mirror this morning made me feel even worse. Dark bags are gathered beneath my eyes and my hair is messy as heck. Being run over by a car probably looked better than I did right now. I'm sprawled on the floor at the moment, looking up at all the intricate designs on the ceiling.

I'm not entirely sure why I feel so depressed about another failed attempt at finding love. I mean, I should've seen this coming from miles away. Everything was going along so perfect, but so especially quick that I didn't seem to realize how fake this love must be.

I wonder how Yuri felt about yesterday, but it hurts to think about the expression I last saw him wear. Was he really determined to leave on time for an appointment, or was it just an excuse to escape?

And why am I so aroused whenever he's around? Was he not quite ready for dating or was he not interested in the first place? My mind continues to play tricks on me, and I spend an hour thinking about this particular lifeguard.

I never end up having breakfast, and I'm making myself nervous. It's already lunchtime. My stomach is growling, tugging away, commanding to be given food, and I try my hardest to ignore it. Suddenly my phone buzzes, but I don't even bother looking at it at this point. If I was still in my right mind, I'd be frantically scrambling to pick it up. I wait there to see if it continues to vibrate, and there's no further sound. A minute later, it starts to ring. I lifelessly reach out and pick it up. When I see the Caller ID, my heart just about leaps out of my chest. IT'S YURI!

Warily, I pick up my phone and mutter, "Hello? Viktor speaking."

"Hey, it's Yuri." the soft voice responds. "I wanted to… to apologize for yesterday." ...Huh? "I was so rude when I left all of a sudden."

I'm completely speechless. "…I-it's alright."

"No, it's not." Yuri confidently replies. "I need to make it up for you."

Make it up? Does this mean I didn't scare him away? "Hm?"

I could sense his blushing from here. "I-I want to ask you out… on a date, Viktor! Will you go on a date with me?!"

Well, HECK, I can't possibly say no. "Y-yes!" I stutter, already feeling so much better.

"Are you busy tonight?"

"No." Is this actually happening?! Normally I'm the one who'd ask the other person out… but then again, here I am.

"I'll pick you up. Seven." Yuri tells me.

"Okay—"

… Aaaaand he hung up.

BUT ENOUGH ABOUT THAT, I'M GOING ON A DATE! I spring up from the ground and excitedly dash to my room. I won't be able to wait so long…!

It seems like hours go by before seven o'clock pulls around. In the meantime, I'd fixed my hair, applied foundation to hide the bags under my eyes, accentuated my cheekbones by using makeup, adjusted my tuxedo billions of times to make sure it looked absolutely perfect, and I rehearsed what I'd say when Yuri showed up.

Knock knock! I stroll over to the front door and open it to see the Lifeguard-Prince of my dreams. Yuri Katsuki looks stunningly charming. His hair is slick back with gel, his contacts are on – glasses, off - his tuxedo is all-white, and he's wearing the same, bashful grin. "Hey!"

My eyes are still scanning up, down, and all over his body. "H-hi…!" So much for that sweep-you-off-your-feet speech I practiced so many times. "You look fantastic!"

"Thanks." Yuri giggles as he says, "The contacts are still a pain, but it's worth it." I smile and begin to lose myself in his big, dark eyes. "You're looking sharp, Viktor. Glad you wanted to hang out tonight!"

"You too…"

Yuri's eyebrow goes up and he smiles, confused. "What?"

"Beautiful."

The Japanese man in front of me nervously chuckles. "Huh?"

I suddenly snap back into it and stutter, "G'night!"

This triggers Yuri into laughter, and he shakes his head in amusement. "C'mon, let's go."

Yuri gleefully grins as I awkwardly follow along behind him, totally unaware of what really happened just a moment ago. My date's poor car heaves its way through the clumps of snow on the road, and we eventually make it to a fancy restaurant.

"Yuri, you don't have to—"

"Viktor, this is a DATE. I'm bringing you to this restaurant."

I open my mouth to object, but then I see the sparkle in his eye and decide to shut it. "Fiiiiine~!"

We go on inside the building, being assigned a table right away, and I take a seat across from Yuri. The room is dim, with jazz music playing in the background, and every table for two has an unlit candle in the middle. Like the speak of the Devil, a man in a tailored suit smoothly strides over and uses the lighter in his hand to start up the candle between us. Yuri and I grab our menus and search through each page to find out what we'd like to order. A couple of minutes go by until a waitress comes and takes our order.

We quietly sip from our glasses of water, and when Yuri looks behind himself a moment, I quickly breathe into my hand to test if my breath smells okay. He looks back to see me fixing a loose hair with my pocket-sized mirror.

"The candle is a nice touch." Yuri mutters with a grin.

I gaze at Yuri's glowing face and give him a warm smile. "It's perfect."

Yuri chuckles and says, "I've always wanted to go on a date here."

"It's a great restaurant from what I can tell!" Viktor responds. "I'm surprised I've never heard of this place before…"

"And you haven't even tasted the food yet!" Yuri responds, grinning widely. I smile down at the tablecloth, and he teasingly whispers, "And here I thought I was nervous for this date…"

My head snaps back up and I stammer, "H-hey! I'm just a little warm right now. That's all."

Tell him the TRUTH, Viktor. Right as I open my mouth to admit that, I'm completely smitten with you, he replies with, "Pffft, yeah, it IS warm!" Yuri slips his arms out of his suit jacket, one by one, and then hangs the jacket on the back of his chair. I can't help gazing at his soft lips as he continues: "I'm glad I wasn't going crazy or something."

I'm gonna tell him. I can't lie to him on our first OFFICIAL date. "Yuri-"

"Your food, sirs." I glance up and see a waiter daintily holding our dishes. He places them in front of us and Yuri and I say our thanks before he leaves.

"You were saying, Viktor?" Yuri lifts his glass of water to his mouth and takes a sip, waiting for my response.

I shake my head back and forth and say, "Oh, it's nothing. Doesn't matter anymore." I give him a reassuring smile at the end to ensure that he received the message. He slowly bobs his head, but it doesn't seem like he believes me. Clearing my throat, I add, "What are we waiting for?", referring to the plates.

Yuri gently chuckles into his hand and takes his fork and knife, using them to saw through his steak. I fiddle around with my utensils and use one to eat my soup. Only a few moments later, Yuri is trying his hardest to hold back his laughter.

"What's so funny?" I ask, lip curling up in amusement. He's always so bright and bubbly.

He miraculously manages to get out "Y-your utensil…!", and he returns to his giggling fit. I frown and look down to see my swimming fork. Shit. Embarrassed, I snatch it out of my soup and replace it with a spoon. I'm acting like a pure lunatic.

"The temperature is only getting hotter now, is it not?" Yuri snorts, covering his mouth to muffle the noise. And thank goodness he did, because even still he had everyone's attention.

I shade my flushed face by looking down. "Yuri… You might want to pipe down a little bit."

Finally, he comes to realize how rambunctious he's being in such a top-notch restaurant. Yuri's mouth immediately zips shut and his face nearly burns to a crisp. It was awfully cute, to be honest.

"How has your job been?" I ask, raising my spoon to my mouth.

He grins and replies, "Fun bunch of kids, really. But there's one that's a bit of a pain. Cliche, I know." I nod, wiping my mouth with a napkin. "And you?"

"My students have been relatively well-behaved, which I can't help but be happy about."

My date smiles. "Thank goodness! I couldn't imagine having to control a full class of annoying sixteen and seventeen year olds…"

Chuckling, I add, "Some days I might as well work at day camp." Yuri Katsuki smiles back at me, a shimmer coming to life in his eyes. My heart skips a beat as I realize how well this date has been going so far. I thought it'd be a mess since our last meet ended with Yuri running out the door. "What do you- what've you got there?" I stutter, cocking my head to the side.

I notice that there's some sort of fried meat between Yuri's chopsticks, and he swallows his mouth-full before answering with: "Katsudon. It's a family favorite."

I gaze at his bowl full of rice and sauce. "How peculiar-"

"Want a taste?" He holds out his chopsticks for me to take.

Only an idiot wouldn't take that offer. "Uhm, I guess so…?!" I grab the chopsticks and he hands me the bowl. I snatch a slice of pork and pop it into my mouth. The Japanese man across the table from me grins widely, anticipating my reaction. I chew and take in all the glorious flavors at once.

"So? What do you think?!" Yuri excitedly asks.

I dramatically pause to take a moment to think of what to say. "AH~!" I shout, fingers curled together as if I was a satisfied Italian chef. "VKUSNO~!"

Yuri nervously chuckles, mumbling, "What now...?"

"Délicieux! Delizioso! Oishii~!" I glance at my date, who looks genuinely aroused-slash-impressed with my fluency in worldwide languages. One point for me.

He smirks and playfully raises an eyebrow at me. His eyes tell me that this shit is ON. "Sore wa iidesu ne."

Oh dear. I hopelessly shrug. "Je ne sais pas, mon cheri."

Poor Yuri frowns in confusion and responds with, "Wakarimasen…"

I laugh and decide to continue, this time in Russian. "Ty samyy krasivyy v komnate, Yuri. Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu."

"I'm going to kindly order you to translate that." he answers with a grin on his face.

I run my hands through my silver bangs and flirtatiously gaze at him from the corner of my eye. "Should I, now?"