Yuuri barely has time to grab his jacket when he runs out the door, much less brush his hair or find a hat. Unfortunately, he’s sure that that means that his hair is an absolute mess. It’s been getting long again, but in between classes and helping Yura out with his routine on the weekends, he hasn’t had much time for things like haircuts. Besides, Victor doesn’t seem to mind it, and Yura likes to experiment hairstyles on Yuuri “so that if it looks stupid, I don’t have to see it on myself.”
It’s not that big a deal, except on days like this, when he sleeps in (thanks a lot Vitya) and doesn’t have the time to really get it under control. He usually meets up with his friends before class, and he doesn’t doubt that they’ll notice, and probably tease him about it.
“Yuuri!” Estephania gasps, sounding too scandalized for her words to be anything but teasing. “What on earth happened to your hair?”
Yuuri flushes. “I was running late,” he mumbles.
Richard snorts. “You sure? Because that looks more like sex hair to me, man.”
“Ooh, he’s right,” Estephania coos before Yuuri can protest.
He wonders if it’s possible to die of embarrassment (especially since they’re not entirely wrong). “No, really I–”
“We know, sweetie.” She reaches up and moves his hair around a bit, trying to make it look presentable. “You’re just too easy to tease.”
“You sure you’re really twenty seven?” Richard raises an eyebrow.
Yuuri just smiles at the ground in fond humiliation (apparently it’s not a common emotion, but it’s a little hard not to be used to the feeling when he’s married to the world’s biggest drama queen) and nods. “I am.”
His friends are too much sometimes, he admits. Richard is the embodiment of America in a lot of ways: loud, completely lacking a sense of social norms, a walking personification of testosterone. Estephania is less… everything… than Richard, but she’s very touchy and affectionate in an entirely platonic way that reminds Yuuri a lot of Christophe, only without all of the innuendo. But they’re both loyal down to their very core, and they’re not bad people.
His phone starts ringing, Stammi Vicino playing loudly. Yuuri picks up, keeping his phone away from Estephania’s hands. “Да, Vitya?”
“Dude! You speak Russian too?” Richard looks like Yuuri just smacked him in the face. The school year just started, so they’re all still learning about each other.
Yuuri just smiles, since Victor is in the middle of one of his usual mid-morning crises. “Vitya, calm down,” he says in Russian. “Makkachin is probably out with Yura. You know he takes her for walks sometimes. Have you seen him today?”
He manages to get Victor off the phone just before class starts, flipping his phone to airplane mode since he’s sure that this isn’t the last he’ll be hearing from his lovable trainwreck of a husband.
If you were wondering what it was like to be in that room when that pink flower curtain dropped and then Harry Fucking Styles is standing there smiling in a TEAL AND PURPLE PATTERNED GLITTER SPARKLE SUIT STRUMMING HIS GUITAR?????
I BENT IN TWO. PUT MY HEAD BETWEEN MY LEGS. AND SCREAMED ‘OH MY GOOOOOOOD’ THIS IS REAL. IT WAS LITERALLY THE ONLY THING MY BODY COULD DO.
what she means:
the darkling's first childhood friend tried to kill him by drowning bc she wanted to take him apart and use his bones as amplifiers and he's been on the run all his life until he made a name for himself and sacrificed his own needs and happiness for the sake of a much grander plan (albeit one that didn't go as planned) and he's probably never been loved by anyone bc although baghra was a fiercely protective mother she wasn't exactly the loving type who showed emotions and told her kid how much she loved him so instead she squeezed all of her ambitions onto him and she taught him to be cold and focused and she told him he was powerful and brilliant rather than loved and perfect the way he was (and that he didn't need to change in any way shape or form) so he shut off his humanity and emotions and people have tried to murder him so many times he's lost count and yes he fucked up and he was problematic and i haven't forgotten any of the things he did but he lost the light of his life, the only thing he ever truly loved, to a walking disease who couldn't keep it in his pants and his Manly™ ego constantly threatened to crush everyone around him and he couldn't even be bothered to spell his tattoo properly