Victor Nikiforov has a chance encounter with Yuri Katsuki- who he is sure is the love of his life. The only problem is Yuri is already in a relationship. Despite this Victor decides to befriend Yuri. Upon getting closer he begins to see certain warn...
(I recommend listening to the song while reading this chapter! It sets the mood pretty well!)
On the ice, Victor was many things- calm, cool, collected, perfect. Off of the ice, on the other hand, his die-hard fans would hardly recognize the playful airhead that was responsible for a number of lost hairs on his coach Yakov's head. While he was an airhead, and admittedly the most forgetful person he could remember knowing, he was pretty sure that his hotel room number was 1306- he double and triple checked the number written on his key. If it wasn't his memory once again failing him then what would explain the lump of covers in the middle of his bed?
"Um... Hello?" Victor said hesitantly, foot still halfway out the door. He tried to peer over the bed in hopes of catching a glimpse of the person currently sleeping in his bed. All that was visible was a tuft of black hair. The platinum-haired man huffed in frustration and stepped fully into the room. He quietly walked to the other side of the bed and turned on the lamp that sat at the bedside table. His breath caught at the site before him.
There lay Grand Prix Finalist, Yuri Katsuki.
Victor furrowed his eyebrows. How did he get in here? Was he staying at this hotel, too? Maybe he accidentally came to mine instead of his. He would still need a key...
His hand reached out to rouse the man from his slumber but stopped just short of his shoulder. He looked so peaceful. Victor remembered hearing about how the younger man had blown the final. Yuri Katsuki was an enigma. It seemed the only person to know much about him was Phichit Chulanont, another skater. He didn't even show up to the banquet. Victor was sure the only times he had ever heard Yuri speak were in interviews, and his responses were usually limited. Most of the other skaters had rumored that he was cold and distant because he often turned down any and all invitations for social gatherings.
One time Sala Crispino noticed he was looking a little down and tried to offer him comfort. As soon as her hand met his arm he violently jerked away from her and asked her to please mind her own business before retreating to the men's room.
What Victor saw here, though, was not a person with malicious intent. The sleeping man looked content and relaxed. Sweet- almost like an angel.
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"Um, Yuri?" Victor prayed that he was remembering the fellow skater's name correctly. The brunette stirred in his sleep, a slight crease forming on his brow.
"Not now, CiaoCiao. Five more minutes." He slurred lazily, pulling the covers to his nose.
Cute!
Victor could feel his heart thumping in his chest. His voice was adorable! He tried to ignore the heat rising to his cheeks. "Y-Yuri, I think you should wake up." Victor was practically cursing himself for disturbing this sleeping angel.
Yuri's eyebrows tangled together in confusion. He blinked his eyes open to reveal the blurry sight of someone who was not his coach, Celestino. He sat up and quickly fumbled for his glasses and threw them on his face. Upon seeing who was in front of him he gasped and flew back to the other side of the bed.
