You know, running in the same vein as Yuuri’s friends not knowing he’s famous, Yura probably has to deal with the same thing.
Except for him, it’s less of “I’m too shy to talk about my achievements” and more of “how could they not already know.”
‘Cause he’s kind of a really big deal.
So imagine this boy, going to college (not the same one as Yuuri though because fuck him), and he’s loaded all his classes onto two weekdays, so he can spend as much time as possible training.
(He needs as much training as he can get. His body recently started changing, and because he wasn’t able to get a good handle on his jumps in time, JJ was able to snatch gold from him at the last Worlds and he’s furious.)
And straight up, everyone in his classes are fucking terrified of him.
He’s intimidatingly gorgeous, with his slender limbs and pouty lips, his waist-length silky blonde hair always braided in some kind of elven prince hairstyle (courtesy of Viktor, who’s had years of experience with his own hair).
And also, the first time some jackass tried to poke fun at his masculinity and call him homophobic slurs, Yura kicked him in the fucking jaw.
“There’s nothing wrong with being gay,” he growls, fingers clenched into fists.
The next day, they find out the guy has been expelled. No one has any doubt whatsoever Yura had a hand in it.
So yeah, when they get a group assignment in one of his classes and Yura says he can’t meet up with them to work on their presentation because he has training, none of his groupmates can find the courage to complain. They don’t ask what kind of training it is.
It does kinda help that he does his part of the project without complaining, and emails it to them well before the deadline they had decided on.
When Yura says again that he can’t attend their second group meeting, one of the guys in his group finally says something.
“What do you have to do that’s so important you can’t work with us on a project that’s worth 20% of your overall grade!?”
Yura shrugs, not even looking up from whoever he’s texting on his phone. “I’m going to be in Japan then.”
Everyone is too stunned to ask why on Earth he’d be flying to Japan in the middle of a semester.
His phone rings, and he walks off before they can stop him.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m on my way to the parking lot right now. Would it kill you to be a bit more patient, dad?”
The last word is said sarcastically, but there’s unmistakable affection there.
At the third meeting, Yura again opts out. His groupmates expect it by now, and they don’t bother about asking why. He still does his portion of the work, so they can deal with him being an antisocial shit.
They’re taking a break from studying and schoolwork to go out and get some lunch, and lo and behold, guess who’s at the restaurant they go to?
He’s sitting at a table with two others, his usually immaculate braided knot exchanged for a messy bun that looks no less stunning. He’s still got the brand name clothes, but they’re comfier, not as bright or showy.
The two men he’s with are sitting with their backs to the door, but they seem to be listening intently as Yura talks excitedly about something, his eyes bright and hands gesturing wildly.
His classmates have never seen that kind of expression on his face before.
He notices them as they approach the register, and his face softens into a smile as he waves them over. They’re kind of scared. They’ve never seen him in such a good mood.
As they walk over, the two men he’s with turn around curiously.
Predictably, they’re every bit as gorgeous as Yura is.
Yura introduces them all to his….dads?
The silver-haired man grins proudly, talking about how excited he is that his little Yura is making friends.
Yeah, definitely dads. It suddenly makes sense why Yura had been so furious about that jackass’s homophobic slurs back in the first week of classes.
Yura’s face turns a bright red at the man’s gushing, and he yells at him to, “SHUT THE HELL UP OLD MAN!”
The man laughs, but doesn’t say anything more.
Yura introduces the man as his figure skating coach, Viktor Katsuki-Nikiforov, and his husband Yuuri Katsuki-Nikiforov.
“You figure skate?” he classmates ask, surprised.
The three at the table stare at them all, dumb-founded.
Viktor and Yuuri start laughing uncontrollably then.
Yura turns red and shouts at them to “FUCK OFF!! KATSUDON YOU HAVE NO FUCKING RIGHT TO LAUGH!!”
Yuuri gets his laughter under control, and he turns to look at Yura’s classmates.
“He medalled at the olympics last year,” he informs them.
Viktor nods enthusiastically at them.
“Both my Yuris were on the podium!!” he informs them happily. “But Yura’s still mad he only got bronze.”
Fanfics based on this post:
- A Little Like Whiplash by @realisticallycynical
- Educational Fieldtrip by StarlightPhoenix (@cleverlittlejay)
- First Impressions Aren’t Always Right by tomorrowsdreams
- Like Perfection by Seito (@seitosokusha)
- Observing the Transfer Student by Lia_Thal
- People You Meet by Mayarene Rose ( @katsuki-nikifcrov)
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