Allodoxaphobia ♅ Viktuuri

36) ''I Want To Meet This Viktor''

Yuuri trundled back home, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets to avoid the November chill. His nose was red and icy, his scarf unable to reach that high- the thick woollen material itching at his neck, it's vibrant blue a bit too much for Yuuri's eyes. But despite the unflattering attire, Yuuri paid no heed to his appearance, settling to just get home at as quick a pace as possible.

He must have been half the way home when his phone buzzed loudly in his pocket, sending a warmth to his side that he could only hope for his whole body. This must have been the coldest day of November yet. Yuuri settled for ignoring it until he got home with the knowledge that he was sure his fingers would freeze.

He was glad, at least, that school was over. The last week had been hellish and his workload had doubled. Viktor had gone easy on them and decided to make a system that the less effort put in in class meant more homework at the end and due to the small number of people in their class, he did it per student. And, as ever, Yuuri paid devout attention in Russian and had ended up with nothing, along with Yurio- who had been sucking up so he could get out of the homework at the end of it. Yurio was fluent, it wasn't as if he needed it. The only other teacher that hadn't given them anything was Chris, who was turning out to be one of the nicest teachers Yuuri had ever had. He was welcoming, kind and funny and actually liked to critique the art made- even if it, as Yurio's so often was, was not on the subject at all.

Chris, since they had met, had seemed to try as hard as possible to be friendly to Yuuri. It was working. Yuuri knew he was shy and came off reluctant but like Viktor, Chris was a force of nature and it wasn't long before they had made themselves friend as much as any student and teacher could- Viktor being the exception.

Their relationship was unnamed.

Yuri too, though. He was best-friends with Viktor. But, then again, they had met before Viktor started teaching him so did that even count? Yuuri spent the rest of his journey home thinking of the meaningless labels of Viktor's friendships and only decided on one thing. Viktor was unique and so were his friendships.

Yuuri finally arrives home after another five minutes of walking and immediately strips himself of his coat, scarf and hat, revelling in the warmth of his home. 'I'm back!' He called out to notify his mother who replied with nothing more than a muffled shout from the kitchen. Yuuri took that as an okay and went to go up the stairs, taking his phone out as he did so.

One notification: Phichit. Yuuri suddenly regretted not looking at it sooner as he saw the message that told him that Phichit had landed. He didn't feel too guilty, Phichit hadn't expected Yuuri to meet him there: Yuuri had school. But, there was a little twinge when he realised that Phichit had no address for a taxi driver. Hastily, he typed back, giving his address and got the all okay from Phichit. Yuuri couldn't help but be excited, buzzing with energy by the time he had bounded up the stairs and into his bedroom. He couldn't wait to catch up and wow, did they have a lot to catch up on. Their rare Skype sessions were in no way enough, mostly consisting of small talk and showing each other things of little importance that they had scrolled past on social media.

It was an hour later when the doorbell rang. Yuuri almost flew out of bed, rushing down the stairs at lightning speed. His mother hadn't even left the kitchen to investigate as Yuuri threw the door open, glad to see it was Phichit and not a postman.

'Phichit!' Yuuri cheered, throwing himself into his friend's arms. 'I missed you!' He said jubilantly as he pushed himself away. They were both beaming and Yuuri was quick to usher Phichit in and take some of his luggage. For a week, he sure had a lot. 'What have you got in there? Hamsters?' He joked and for a second Phichit looked shy.

'Well, I was thinking but then...' a long, elongated pause as he dragged out the end of his sentence. 'I got stopped at the airport for trying to bring them through?' A statement phrased as a question, the way anyone stated something they were mortified about. Yuuri couldn't help but burst into a fit of giggles, just in time for his mum to arrive.