“Yuuri, oh my god,” Phichit squeals through a mouth of chow fun. His eyes are wide as saucers.
“Shut up, I can hear you thinking. You nerd.” Phichit rolls his eyes. He makes a beckoning gesture with the chopsticks in his hand. “Lemme see it again.”
Yuuri grudgingly hands over the binder mockup of HMC’s next issue. It’s thick; seventy-something pages long and covered in various notes after a full day of being passed around between each department. Yuuri’s meant to proofread them and deliver a report to Victor in the morning.
“Don’t get oil on it,” he mumbles. He helps himself to chunks of braised tofu as Phichit flips through the pages, thumbing at the pink post-it notes.
Pink post-it notes. Victor’s notes.
“One, two… three… four… five, six—six! Six love letters so far and I’m still only on page five,” Phichit exclaims. He slaps his thigh excitedly with his chopsticks hand, flinging drops of vegetable oil onto the hardwood floor of their living room.
“They’re not love letters,” Yuuri insists, blushing furiously. He squirms where he’s sat cross-legged on the floor at the coffee table and gives his friend a warning look. “They’re just…” He trails off, not really knowing how to describe the several post-its containing variations of
“They’re just love letters, yeah,” Phichit finishes for him, snorting. He gazes dreamily back at the binder. “So what did he do, just hand you the binder and say, ‘Please give me a comprehensive report and your un-manicured hand in marriage by the morning?’”
Yuuri grinds through the tofu in his mouth and swallows quickly. Glares at him all the while. “No. He said, ‘Please have the comprehensive report by the morning, I know it’s heavy so you can take your leave early. Don’t skimp on the details.’”
He doesn’t say why he’s got this memorized. He doesn’t say that he’s almost no longer needed to take down notes on anything Victor tells him anymore because he remembers every word that leaves his mouth.
“Don’t skimp on the details,” Phichit echoes. He gives Yuuri a funny look. “He’s so weird. Why doesn’t he ask you out like a normal person?”
“He doesn’t want to ask me out. He’s just…” Yuuri makes an exasperated noise and runs a hand through his hair. “Confusing.”
So, so confusing.
When Yuuri hands Victor the binder and the report in the morning, the editor-in-chief holds up one hand to signal for him to wait. Yuuri waits patiently as he scans the report, watches Victor’s eyebrows knit together and his teeth sink into his bottom lip.
Victor nods when he finishes. “Very good. Yeah.” He coughs and looks up at Yuuri. “Was that all?”
Yuuri feels his face heat up. Was he meant to acknowledge the hearts after all? He did end up leaving a—
“Chris said he’d bring by more sketches later, didn’t he?” Victor asks, then.
Yuuri flushes, shoulder sagging. Of course. Of course. He doesn’t know why he keeps letting Phichit’s words get to his head; he always ends up wrong. “He said he’d have them in by noon.”
“Sounds great.” Victor gives a close-lipped smile and nods again, turning back to binder. Yuuri takes that as his dismissal and steps out, cursing himself all the while. He sincerely hopes Victor had missed the —YK♡ he’d left at the bottom of the report.
I'm so in love with your gender bent ladybug art. It's so great. Are you going to do any more?
Thank you!! and it’s been in the back of my mind for a while now but I haven’t had time to get to it yet! But here’s a super rough sketch I made of them a few days ago, hopefully i’ll be able to sketch more of them later! :D
I’m trying to draw a thing and this still isn’t quite the thing, but I thought it turned out ok, you know, for what it is.
To @unapologeticreylotrash re: my last post: I had an idea of what they were discussing in those scribbles. Maybe I will post about it with more sketches later. I’m glad you enjoyed them. :3 And about the teeth thing: I am missing my two upper canine teeth. I was simply born without them. My dentist and doctor couldn’t find any reason for it (like a health problem), but I did have to wear braces to correct a gap in my front two teeth caused by the lack of the two other teeth. Wearing braces suuuuuuuckks.