Victuuri AU where they meet on Tinder
(s/o to everyone on discord for enabling this, esp @actualyuuri)
“You can’t swipe left on everyone,” Christophe laments. “He was cute.”
“Nope.” Viktor flicks his finger again.
“Oh come on! He’s cute, too!”
Christophe sighs. “I’m seriously starting to question your taste in men, Viktor.”
“I don’t think he’s cute at all,” Yuuri says, frowning. Next to him, Phichit laughs.
“Come on, you never know. It’s just a fun game, and it doesn’t hurt to cast your net out a little!”
“I don’t want to cast out my net,” complains Yuuri.
Phichit rolls his eyes. “There’s gotta be someone here that’ll fit your exacting standards, Yuuri ‘I only date men who have done quad flips’ Katsuki.”
“And you making me swipe right on everyone isn’t going to help matters,” retorts Yuuri.
Phichit blows a raspberry. The next profile comes up.
“I don’t know,” says Yuuri, looking at it with a frown. “He’s got a bathroom abs selfie.”
“Swipe right,” replies Phichit.
Viktor gets to the profile named “Yuuri Katsuki”, who is currently 1.2 kilometres away, and purses his lips. Because the guy’s picture has two very attractive men on it, but one of them sparks Viktor’s interest a lot more than the other.
Which one is Yuuri? His gut instinct goes for the one in the cat-eared beanie, but it could just as easily be the cheery-looking darker-skinned one next to him. Both of them are beaming in front of the Detroit Skate Club, though, and based on their next picture of them goofing around on the bleachers inside, must be involved with the DSC somehow.
The third picture is a picture of a pork cutlet bowl. Just a fuckin pork cutlet bowl. Viktor groans, though he’s also intrigued. Christophe raises an eyebrow and leans over.
“Which one is he?” he asks.
“Probably the pork cutlet bowl,” replies Viktor. He swipes right, intrigued.
“Ooh, Viktor Nikiforov is on Tinder?”
Yuuri purses his lips, looking at the selfies. They’re all recent ones from Instagram. “Could be fake,” he points out.
“There’s only one way to know,” replies Phichit, grinning.
Yuuri swipes right, intrigued.
It’s a match! the app announces, and Viktor wants to immediately fire off a message to Yuuri, asking him which one of the two men in the picture he is. But that might come off as rude, so he decides to go about it a little more sneakily.
i notice you’re a skater, and you’re nearby. want to grab coffee sometime? and bring your friend! - vn
There. That should do it.
He gets a message a couple minutes later. That sounds good, is the response. We’ll both be there. Time and place?
i’m only in town for a couple more days. i don’t know detroit very well. you guys can pick. - vn
How about Astro Coffee this Wednesday at noon?
Viktor smiles. perfect - vn
Yuuri’s not nervous at all.
(That’s a lie. He’s grabbing coffee with Viktor Nikiforov. Or at least, who he hopes is really Viktor and not some serial killer catfishing as him.)
At least Phichit will be coming along. Which is fair, since he set things up. Though it is a little strange that Viktor had asked for both of them. Maybe he was more interested in Phichit.
But that’s strange. Phichit had his own profile. Heck, he’s going through it right now, for shits and giggles as they wait in line to place their order.
“Yuuri?” he hears, and turns towards the door, and oh.
It really is Viktor Nikiforov. And he’s beaming like he’s made of pure, unadulterated sunshine.
Viktor watches a young man in blue-rimmed glasses with a shock of dark hair turn at the call of his name, and his heart leaps into his throat, because oh.
It really is the guy in the cat-eared beanie, and he’s even cuter in person.