Wonder | благоговение | Viktor Nikiforov

| twentytwo |

"Ah, the coach is drunk," Your words were slurred when you leaned forward on the table, gesturing towards Viktor who had been grinning with flushed cheeks when he kept switching between English and Russian.

"Drunk on love~!" His jacket was thrown off haphazardly and you had grabbed it when it had almost fallen to the ground. Yuuri was paranoid, slightly worried about getting too drunk in front of Viktor and you didn't mind having a few drinks for yourself, just enough to feel warm and not feel weird about holding Viktor's jacket up to your chin to nuzzle it and melt in the scent of a beautiful and enticing man.

The things he said, with absolutely no filter at all, went right over your head when you downed another mouthful of alcohol and hummed as the warm smoothness went down your throat.

"L-Love?!" Yuuri exclaimed from beside the silver-haired man and his cheeks were a pretty, bright pink - actually, from the heat on your face, you could guess that all three of you were sporting a bright blush from the drinks and careless laughter. It was definitely what you needed after what had happened earlier that day and still, you weren't even sure how you had managed to endure that with so many people watching.

"Yes, Yuuri~" Viktor sang his name and grinned, "I'm sure of it, [Name]-chan has captured my heart and I want nothing more than to woo her."

Yuuri saw everything that happened next and he couldn't help snickering to himself a little when he saw Viktor staring at you for a reaction when you were almost falling asleep as you leaned against the table with your face practically buried in his jacket. Viktor opened his mouth again, still persistent but you spoke first, voice sounding almost child-like and slurred, "ne... Ne! What happened to that Yuri?"

"Huh?" Viktor's brows furrowed and he slumped forward with a small grunt, opting to get to the other side of the table instead of having to sit in front of you. Don't get him wrong, he could sit across from your pink-tinted cheeks and never get bored of it but getting to sit closer to you, instead of watching the sight of your pink lips disappearing behind the collar of his jacket was also a major win in his eyes. And the way you turned your body to face him as soon as he managed to sit down just did things to his heart.

"Why're you wondering about him, when I'm here?!"

He saw you pout, hands fiddling with his jacket before you, incredibly, reached over and grabbed Viktor's hand. It was hot and probably clammy too but just as you had done earlier, it was so easy for you to grab his hand and hold it in your lap, "Y-Yuuri? Which- oh, do you mean Yurio?"

"God, there's too many of them," you instantly replied, "but my Yuuri will always be my favourite." To which Yuuri quirked a small smile, leaning back in his seat when Viktor answered, though it was like he could hardly focus when his eyes raked over you. And how badly he wanted this to be real. How much he wanted to really be sitting beside you, close to you, without this glass wall standing between the two of you.

Even the tabloids had been raving about it, paparazzi and fans snapping shots of the two of you together in mundane outings together with Yuuri as well with some grand caption stating about how the two rumoured legends of ice skating could be dating. Viktor was always there for his fans but it was a bit harder these days when he had to say that the two of you were only friends, saying it through his teeth kind of, maybe hurt sometimes.

"He's training for his..." Your eyes met those bright, turquoise orbs and almost got sucked in, leaning closer when he hesitated and smelled the mixture of sweet alcohol and his masculine cologne, "...his free skate, he'll be working really hard to beat Yuuri," Viktor turned to smile cheekily at his pupil and Yuuri swallowed deeply, prompting you to huff and raise your voice, movements and voice a lot more unstable when intoxicated.