HI @iwritebetterthanispeak!!! Thanks for the cute prompt eyyyyy. This turned a bit long (~2k) so I’m going to have to put a bunch of it under a Read More but I hope you like it! <3
So far, Victor’s trip to Japan has taught him a great deal about failure. It’s a very new experience, and it’s left a mark in more ways than one. Even as it hurts, he finds himself thrilling at the challenge. He’d come here looking for a change in his patterns, and he’s gotten his wish.
He also came here for Yuuri, and that’s part of this whole failure problem.
Once he’d gotten past the first sting of rejection, he was happy to pick up the gauntlet Yuuri threw him and accept that getting his new student to open up was going to test him more than expected.
He can still see Yuuri in his mind, flushed with champagne and clinging to Victor’s shoulders. He’d expected this adventure to come easily. Yuuri had begged him to come, after all.
And yet, here he is, sleeping alone. Twice already he’s tried to ask Yuuri out, only to be dismissed both times.
After a third attempt ends in another failure, he winds up half-sprawled across the bar at Minako’s, watching the foam pop and settle in his beer.
“Minako-sensei,” he sighs. “Why won’t Yuuri ever come out with me?”
Minako stops wiping the bar top around him and hovers, staring down straight into his eyes. “Well, how have you been asking?”
“Yuuuuuri,” Victor slurs in a parody of his own voice. “Come out and have a drink with me tonight!”
Minako puts her hand over her face and shakes her head down at him. “Victor, that’s never going to work,” she says. “I’ve told you Yuuri doesn’t come here. He doesn’t really drink to begin with, and besides - would you want to go on a date with your childhood ballet teacher watching the whole time?”
Lilia’s severe face springs immediately to the backs of Victor’s eyelids. No. He would not enjoy that.
Minako takes what’s left of his beer and slides a water across the counter instead before he can protest. “Next time, try asking Yuuri out somewhere without any of his family members lurking around.”
It’s good advice. Victor flips the idea over in his head as he dutifully sips on his water. Hopefully he’ll remember it in the morning.
He tries to play it cool as he watches Yuuri unlace his skates after practice the next day. Yakov’s warned him more than a few times not to come on too strong. He needs to approach Yuuri with caution.
“Say, Yuuri,” he begins, sidling up to the bench beside his target. “Would you join me for dinner tonight?”
“Of course I will,” Yuuri says. “We eat dinner together every night.”
“No, not in the dining hall,” Victor protests. “I mean somewhere different. Let’s go out to eat!”
Yuuri’s eyes light up as he hefts his bag onto his shoulder, but then he slumps. “My diet,” he murmurs regretfully.
Victor waves away his concerns. “It’s fine. Call it a cheat day.” The urge to lean into Yuuri’s space is irresistible. Even his post-practice sweat smells tempting, sharp and warm. “Come cheat with me, Yuuri.”
A rosy pink tint stains Yuuri’s cheeks, but he nods. “I guess if my coach says it’s okay…” he says with a teasing smile. Oh, he looks so huggable right now. Victor smiles back, but resists. One thing at a time.