despite what you’ve been told
part one of maybe 3 or 4?? unbeta’d and unfinished at this point, will put on ao3 later when it’s polished and pretty as vitya in a flower crown ok? ok lets wreck this
He repeats the name Yuuri Katsuki in his head five times, only moving his mouth with the sound on the fifth, and that’s the most memorization he can do in the minute before all of the lights in the room and the crowd of mildly alarmed onlookers become indistinct blurs.
Victor has had a few drinks and found himself on the dance floor of a Grand Prix gala more than once. Has tumbled into someone’s arms within minutes of meeting them more than once. Has now won the Grand Prix itself more than once–five times, exactly, not that he’s counting (he definitely is counting, but not at this precise moment.)
He’s never been this charmed.