read it on: AO3
SERIES: Yuri!!! On Ice
PAIRING: Victor Nikiforov x Katsuki Yuuri
TAGS: uni!AU; pre-relationship
based off an au thread i did about victor discovering someone’s dorm wifi is named 3Lu3Lo and like the giant figure skating nerd he is, he’s got to know who it belongs to
The portable wifi isn’t working, and Victor is going to freak.
He has a lit paper due in two days that he hasn’t exactly read the source material for, let alone started, and he desperately needs an internet connection to quickly Google the Sparknotes or whatever of Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby so he can pull something out of his ass. Restarting the tiny device doesn’t work, and neither does shaking it a few times, or tapping it against the wall. In an act of desperation, he shakes Chris awake from his sacred afternoon nap.
“Chris,” Victor hisses, jostling his roommate’s shoulder. “Chris, the wifi is broken.”
“Mmph?” Chris blinks awake infuriatingly slow, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Victor knows his friend is coming off maybe six hours of sleep in the last two days but he’s too agitated to be sympathetic.
“The portable wifi isn’t working,” Victor reiterates through gritted teeth. “Help me.”
“Did you–” Chris cuts himself off with a yawn, and Victor maybe wants to strangle him. “Did you reload it?”
Victor opens his mouth, then closes it; tries to remember. He’d had that exam on Monday, a report on Tuesday, and between dance training and reviewing and Tequila Thursday with Stephane–
“Shit.” Victor rubs a hand over his face and thinks. He could use his data as a mobile hotspot, but that would rack his bill up to heights he likely can’t afford. He could run out to reload the wifi, but it’s ten in the evening and freezing out, and he’d have to walk. He could wait until tomorrow, but that would mean starting after training and Victor really doesn’t want to lose any more sleep–
He stands up abruptly (and Chris, who’s already more awake than asleep, is almost upended in bed), making a mad dash back for his laptop. “Oh my god.”
“Someone else in this dorm has got to have wifi.”
“What–” Chris sits up, looking at Victor in disbelief. “Victor, you can’t use someone else’s wifi–”
“Desperate times, Christophe!!” Victor retorts, clicking the wifi icon and checking the available connections. There are three, all locked. One is called Wifi Is Coming, another is just no (“oh we’ll see,” Victor mutters), but the third–
“Oh my god,” Victor says again, but this time in delight. “Chris!”
His roommate grumbles in response.
“Chris, someone’s wifi is named 3Lo3Lu.”
That gets Chris’s attention. “No kidding?” his friend asks, getting up and coming over to look. One of the things Victor likes best about Chris is that he’s just as big a figure skating fanboy; he hadn’t expected anyone else here to be the same. This is interesting.
“Whose do you think this is?” he asks, clicking it excitedly.
“There are fifty students in this dorm, Vitya, it could be any– are you actually trying to connect?”
Victor looks up in the middle of where he’s typing tripleaxel into the password box, nonplussed. “Well yeah, I still need wifi.”
Chris looks at him incredulously for a moment before remembering his roommate is Victor Nikiforov, and then sighs. “Try quadsalchow,” he says, pulling up a chair beside Victor.