Viktor chuckled and smiled at Yuuri, who seemed to be very flustered at the moment.
"Maybe we should sit under that tree or something? You seem quite short of breath, Yuuri," Viktor said as he placed his hands gently on Yuuri's back.
They walked towards the spot where Viktor had been, and sat down together. Viktor kindly handed Yuuri a bottle of water, which he thankfully accepted.
"Are you fine?" Yuuri looked up at Viktor and nodded slowly. He still couldn't believe it. His idol and the person he had looked up to was right beside him. Yuuri was literally basking in Viktor Nikiforov's god-like presence and he couldn't help but feel flustered and happy about it.
Viktor leaned back against the tree and asked," So, do you come here often?"
Yuuri gulped and replied softly." Y-Yeah, I guess... I mean i-it's a pretty p-place and... oh no wait I'm s-starting to ramble again, aren't I? Sorry I-"
Viktor chuckled at the sight if this boy who seemed so tense and worried. He playfully ruffled Yuuri's hair and gave him a genuine smile. No one, in a long time, had made Viktor laugh or smile at all. Yet strangely, Viktor felt at ease and intrigued by the black-haired beauty that was sitting beside him.
"Is it okay if I take a look at your pictures? Maybe I'll get inspired and start writing again," Viktor said thoughtfully.
Yuuri hesitantly passed him the camera and hugged his knees to his chest. Usually, he would never let anyone see his photgraphs, let alone touch his camera. However, Viktor could be an exception right?
"Yuuri, these are amazing! You know what, how about allowing me use them for my new book? Please?", Viktor pleaded and did a little pout and Yuuri could have sworn he almost died. How was this man so cute? Yuuri shook away that thought and focused back on the question.
"Wh-why would you? I mean you could, you know, use them but there are s-so many other photographers with b-better photos than mine..."
Viktor was slightly shocked and upset of how little confidence Yuuri had for himself. Sure he wasn't deemed professional yet, but his photgraphs were beautiful enough to inspire Viktor, at least. The Russian turned to face Yuuri and smiled.
"Yuuri, I'm sure there are other photgraphers out there with pictures you might think are better than yours. But I only want your photographs, Yuuri. I feel inspired to write again, you know?" Viktor explained and placed his hand on Yuuri's.
The sudden contact made Yuuri tense, but he gradually relaxed, although his face was tinted a bright red.