Detroit hc

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PHICHIT-CENTRIC YOI COMIC???

Because I love this child and he needs more love, especially his relationship with Yuuri ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

While Phichit is an incredibly friendly lovable cinnamon roll, he won’t stand for anything threatening his best friend Yuuri, even if the threat happens to be someone Yuuri loves. Yuuri clearly adores the Victor he knows now (just as much as he idolized the distant figure in the past), but Phichit won’t forget how much Victor hurt Yuuri in the past, unintentional or not.

I headcanon that on top of being a skilled figure skater, Phichit is an academic genius who skipped grades and entered college in Detroit super early where he met Yuuri, which explains their long acquaintance despite the age difference. He is very, VERY protective of Yuuri. I’ll put up a more detailed headcanon post later (and if there’s interest, possibly prequel comic of pre-YOI anime Detroit college days).

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Omg imagine one day Phichit and Yuuri have the strong urge to play Dance Dance Revolution and they hunt for a set all over Detroit, nosing through dozens of garage sales and resale shops. At one garage sale, they find a set covered in dust and screech for joy, practically begging the elderly mom to take their money. They pay no mind to the odd looks they get hauling the pads on to the bus because they can’t wait to set it up back home. When they finally get it working, they play for hours, working up such a sweat but loving the competitive nature of playing. It becomes their way of getting some extra exercise, but also how they settle bets. Some people will play rock paper scissors, but not them. When trying to decide who will get the last slice of pizza, they battle that shit out with DDR and the winner triumphantly gloats with the cheese-topped triangle stuffed in their mouth