rating: T pairing: Natsu/Lucy, Sting/Lucy summary: Ballet, tap, jazz, contemporary, you name it, Natsu could do
it. What he couldn’t do, however, was get his best friend to fall in love with
him. After all, when you’re in high school, football players get the happy
ending, not well trained technical dancers. High School!AU
Natsu Dragneel wasn’t really what you considered popular. He
was well liked at his high school and a lot of people knew him thanks to his
boisterous personality and endearing personality, but he wasn’t the typical
popular guy you saw in those teenage romantic comedy movies. He wasn’t the high
school heartthrob or the homecoming king. No, that status was more fitting of
the football player he was currently talking to, Sting Eucliffe.
“So um, do you think you can help me?”
Natsu stared blankly. Sting, the school’s football captain stood
in front of him, fidgeting awkwardly. When Natsu didn’t say anything to answer
the question, Sting looked even more uncomfortable.
The last bell of the day had rung and Natsu had been on his
way to the outer gates when Sting ran up to him, asking to talk. Naturally,
Natsu had been a little suspicious. He didn’t think he and Sting had ever had a
full conversation. It’s not like they hated each other or they were enemies or
anything, they just ran in different circles.
“I-I’m sorry, come
Sting sighed heavily before rubbing the back of his neck
“Beka, I’m already eighteen yet we haven’t kissed in public even once!” Yurio whined, his hands on Otabek’s chest forming fists as they danced.
“Well, it’s New Year’s Eve, want to do it after the countdown?” Otabek suggested, swaying both their bodies to the beat.
“Yeah, that sounds good,” Yurio looked over to Victor and the fake Yuuri.
“Look at that old man and the pork cutlet bowl, you’d think that after getting married they’d get at least a bit more mature,” Yurio rolled his eyes, “they look at each other like teenagers from a romantic movie, I swear.”
“How do you think we look at each other then, Mr. legal adult, sir?” Otabek chuckled, resting his forehead against Yurio’s.
“Hm, like legal adults,” Yurio thought for a bit before adding, “Like legal adults in love.”
“I like that,” Otabek smiled, his arms around Yurio’s waist pulling the other closer, flush against his body.
“There is also something else we haven’t done even though I turned eighteen, like nine months ago,” Yurio murmured, his face flushed.
“Guess we should add that to our New Year’s resolutions?” Otabek suggested, a light blush dusting his cheeks.
“We’ll have to ask the old man for a choreography though, I don’t think Yakov would be any good for a pair skate.” Yurio grumbled.
“Well, I’ll help you put up with the gushing,” Otabek offered and Yurio snorted.
“Wow, thanks, how helpful. Oh look, the countdown already started.” It seemed like every time they were together not even time had a value.
Just as the crowd chanted ‘one’ their lips met to the chorus of ‘happy new year’s.
Through the kiss Yurio realized that the public part didn’t even matter since he just felt Otabek and Otabek alone.
“Happy New Years,” Otabek murmured as their lips parted.
“I hope to do this with you for all my remaining years,” Yurio said before he could filter and he wanted to punch himself for how cheesy that sounded.
“I’m never going to let you live that one down,” Otabek whispered in wonder.
“I know, if I had a wish though, just please don’t tell my parents,” He slipped once more and this time they both burst out laughing.