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The sun illuminated the green field, its heat still radiating in waves despite its slow descent toward the horizon. Bodies were spread across the ground, backs sticky with sweat pressed into the well-manicured turf with legs stretched straight toward the sky. Wheezing groans echoed from the players as they rotated their hips, one leg kicked perpendicular to their bodies to create a tortuous release of practice-sore muscles.

Sweat dripped down Yuuri's forehead, sneaking beneath his sports glasses and making him wince as it caught in his eyelashes. Lifting an arm, heavy with exhaustion, Yuuri shoved his glasses toward his forehead and wiped the sweat from his eyes. Too tired to put his glasses back into place, Yuuri let his head fall back, accepting his blurry vision for the remainder of their cool down.

"What would it take-"

"No," Yuuri said, not even turning to look at his best friend. Any time Phichit started a conversation with this exact sentence, Yuuri ended up in a situation that never failed to embarrass him. The Halloween party where Yuuri was one of the Ambiguously Gay Duo? His fault for answering "fifteen tacos" to the question "what would it take to get you to dress like a superhero for this party?" The absurd photo of Yuuri dressed in nothing but his compression shorts holding a bunny? Also the product of Yuuri not thinking quickly enough when asked "what would it take to get you to pose for a charity calendar?"

"You aren't even going to hear me out?" Phichit threw a handful of grass in Yuuri's direction as they peeled themselves off the ground, repositioning into calf stretches.

"I've developed an immunity to your voice," Yuuri joked, too tired to dodge Phichit's fist as it punched him on the arm. "And to your punching. No wonder you're second string, that wasn't even hard." He snickered when Phichit attempted a second punch, reflexively slapping his friend's hand before it could make contact.

"Katsuki! Chulanont! If you don't want to take your cooldowns seriously, perhaps you should run another lap!" Their coach stood at the head of the group with his hands on his hips. Celestino's wicked smirk told them he wouldn't hesitate to make them do it.

"Sorry coach," they mumbled in unison, Yuuri throwing a glare in Phichit's direction as he changed legs.

"How about for true love?" Phichit whispered under his breath, counting backwards to time his stretch and then moving behind Yuuri to partner up for arm stretches.

"Mythical concept," Yuuri remarked, shaking his head. He let Phichit guide his arms backwards until his wrists touched, sighing at the relief spreading through his aching shoulders. "Since when are you in love?" When Phichit released him from the first hold, Yuuri quickly shook off the remaining tension in his arms and then offered them backwards again.

"Remember cat boy, my TA?" Phichit pulled Yuuri's arms back until his muscles resisted, rolling his eyes at Yuuri's confused hum. "I used to airdrop all those hamster pictures last semester, and in one of my discussion sessions the TA was majorly hot-"

"The one with the hair?" Yuuri asked, vaguely recalling Phichit's obsession with a curly-haired grad student. He remembered the swooning that had almost caused his best friend to fail two finals, and also the late night tutoring sessions Phichit had required from said grad student in order to pass.

"The one with the hair, the one with the body, and the one who airdropped me his phone number with a picture of a cat that said you're one cool cat," Phichit's sigh was dreamy and had Yuuri choking back a laugh.

Shoving Phichit in front of him, Yuuri returned the favor of stretching his backup's arms. "Are you dating him?" If they had started dating, Yuuri had definitely missed it. Not that missing things would be beyond Yuuri, but he figured he should clarify the level at which Phichit was in love before he agreed to waiver in his definite rejection of any proposed plan.

"Well… no…" Phichit whined when Yuuri pulled his arms back, wiggling uncomfortably against Yuuri's hold. "See we couldn't date until he wasn't my TA and then he has been really busy with grad school so I only see him occasionally for lunches. But there is this party tonight at his friend's house and he invited me… and maybe hinted that I should plan not to return to my apartment… And I could really use to get laid!"

The last part of Phichit's declaration was loud enough to catch the ears of most of their teammates. Without a word, Coach Celestino raised his finger in the air and made three slow circles. Punching Phichit on his bicep, Yuuri abandoned their spot on the field and headed for the outer chalk line that surrounded it. "Three laps because of your horny ass," Yuuri said, eyes flicking in Phichit's direction as he joined Yuuri to run the parameter of the field.

"My ass is horny," Phichit commented, snorting when Yuuri almost tripped over his own feet. "How about I buy you dinner and you help me get dicked down until breakfast. Deal?"

"What are best friends for?" Yuuri inquired, pushing his tired legs to move faster, his mind immediately starting to come up with the best places to make Phichit buy him copious amounts of food. Together, they set off to complete their laps, finally retrieving their equipment and leaving the field after all their teammates had already disappeared into the locker room.

Somewhere between the time that Victor had stumbled from his last class of the day and opened his laptop to begin to work through another portion of his thesis, the sun had disappeared to make way for the brightness of the spring moon. He had hardly noticed the transition, lost in a world of muscle groups and appropriately innovative new ideas as to how to heal their injuries. His head was spinning with his research, the number of tabs open between his two computer screens reaching dangerously over twenty, when a hand squeezing his shoulder caused him to shriek.

"Wow, calm my friend, it's just me." Christophe took a step backwards, laughing with his hands in the air as he settled himself on the edge of Victor's bed. "You need to lighten up. You've been hidden in this room for five hours straight."

Leaning over the back of his desk chair, Victor arched his spine until the cracking noises it made filled the room with their tiny popping sounds of relief. Rubbing a hand on the back of his neck, Victor spared a glance in Chris's direction before returning his focus to the screen. "I have a limited amount of time to get this completed. Between work and studying, I have to use every spare minute..." Victor trailed off as Chris appeared again at his side, stealing his mouse from his hand and saving his document before slowly closing Victor's laptop. "What do you think you're doing?"

"We're going out tonight. Dan is having a party and I have invited a guy I have been dying to spend time with… specifically, time in my bed." Holding up a finger to silence Victor's protests, Chris shook his head. "And no, me hooking up with a guy I have been lusting after since the first time he dropped a hamster meme into the classroom's public airdrop, is not an excuse for you to not come to this party. In fact, it is an excuse for you to come, and hopefully find somewhere to stay tonight."

Smacking a hand to his forehead, Victor rose from his chair, crossing his room and yanking a pair of earplugs from his night stand. Holding them up, he defiantly declared, "I will wear these all night and I won't come out of this room for anything if you will just leave me to work."

"No can do," Chris snagged the earplugs from Victor's raised hand, pocketing them and snickering at Victor's admonished expression. "One, no earplugs can block out the sound of someone being loved by me," he winked when Victor rolled his eyes to the ceiling, "and two, you need to get out. All work and no play makes Victor a dull boy." Striding into Victor's closet, Chris yanked out a pair of Victor's tightest jeans and a black button down shirt. "Take a shower, get dressed, eat something. You have one hour." Ignoring Victor's sputtered protests, Chris waltzed from the room, whistling as he swung his hips in victory.

Sighing, Victor eyed the clothes thrown over his bed, eyes trailing back to his darkened computer. His mind told him that he needed to keep working, that the only way to succeed was to continue forward at a full throttle, but a peculiar feeling in his chest had him turning toward his bathroom door. Resigned to allow Chris drag him into whatever chaos was planned, Victor threw on the shower to its hottest setting and prepared to survive his evening.

Phichit high-fived their Uber driver as he shoved Yuuri from the back of the car. Despite promising Yuuri dinner, Phichit had run late due to an eyeliner emergency and his need to redress Yuuri after deeming his outfit choice deplorable. Yuuri was determined to remain grumpy about this fact, even though Phichit's excited energy was hard to resist. With Phichit's arm slung over his shoulders, Yuuri let himself be guided up the steep stairs of the townhouse and through a stranger's front door.

The room was filled with people Yuuri didn't know, all of them already holding drinks and swaying along with the music playing in the background. In what appeared to be the kitchen, there was a rowdy game of beer pong and Yuuri immediately spotted the group of people playing flip cup along the edge of a coffee table. Most of them looked older than both himself and Phichit, and when Yuuri went to mention this to his best friend, he discovered that Phichit had already disappeared into the crowd. He could hear Phichit shouting about Jell-o shots from somewhere deeper in the house but couldn't muster up the courage to seek out his best friend. Parties with their own age group, especially with their other teammates, were only slightly more comfortable than this current situation and Yuuri found himself nervously wandering through the crowds in search of something to drink.

Finally acquiring a beer from the overly friendly host manning the keg, Yuuri headed away from the kitchen, eyes roaming the floor around him. He had heard a rumor that the host had a dog and confirmed this with the man himself, immediately setting off in search of said fluff baby. Dogs were definitely better than people, and Yuuri preferred to wait out the rest of his time stuck in the post-collegiate flesh mob in the company of a canine companion.

He spotted the golden retriever lying in the hallway. Dodging around several people to head toward the tempting fluffiness, he was caught off-guard by a hand on his elbow spinning him around. Feeling his back hit the wall and a set of arms cage him in, Yuuri squawked, desperately searching for a way out.

"I haven't seen you before, gorgeous," breath dripping with the scent of alcohol blown too close to Yuuri's face, the man was eying Yuuri as if he was a bowl of delicious food instead of a man himself. Panicked, he swallowed had, pulling his head back as far as possible, and silently praying for a savior. "How about a hello kiss? You look very kissable." The stranger leaned in causing Yuuri's panic to rise.

Blindly, he grabbed at the arm of another person passing by, using the leverage of his grip to escape the drunk man's advances. "Sorry, definitely can't kiss you, my boyfriend…" with pleading eyes, Yuuri looked up to find the most gorgeous human ever staring down at him. All of his words fizzled on his tongue as he tried to reason why fate hated him so much.

"Victor," he added, Victor's smile breaking over his face at his own dumb luck. The man begging for his favor in playing along was the most adorable man he had ever seen. Circling an arm around his waist, Victor lifted his gaze to glare at the drunken man sputtering in front of them. "You shouldn't hit on my angel of a boyfriend. It would be hazardous to your health." With a small chuckle, Victor reached forward and shoved the shoulder of the aggressive admirer. "Bye now," he said, a singsong hint to his voice as he playfully waved the other man away. He watched the man stumble off, trying to place if he recognized the face while his hand unconsciously continued to cling to the hip underneath it.

Barely registering that he was now safe, Yuuri continued to stutter up at Victor. "I… thanks… dog… hate parties," Yuuri winced at his own disjointed explanation, "I'm Yuuri." He mentally patted himself on the back for remembering his own name, the blue of Victor's eyes causing him to feel a little light-headed and disoriented. He rarely paid attention to the looks of anyone, but for some reason he couldn't stop logging the beautiful features of Victor's face into his permanent memory.

"I hate parties like this too," Victor shrugged, blushing as he removed his arm from Yuuri's waist to scratch at the back of his head. "I only came because my friend has a crush on some guy. I was coming to see Rufus," nodding over his shoulder, Victor smiled at the snoozing dog, "when you grabbed me." He was going to buy Rufus a steak for being the reason he had walked in this direction. Rufus, the unintentional matchmaker; the dog's owners would probably get a huge kick out of the concept.

"Sorry about that," Yuuri winced again, twiddling his fingers. "Panic mode." He couldn't help his laughter when Victor began to chuckle. "Thanks for the help. I owe you one." The implication of Yuuri's words had his eyes rapidly widening. Instantly he wondered if it was his own mind playing tricks on him, or if Victor really looked as intrigued by the idea as Yuuri thought he did.

"How about…" Victor put his arm tentatively over Yuuri's shoulders to guide him down the hallway, "I go introduce you to Rufus, and we can decide when you are going to buy me coffee as a thank you." Every place where Victor's arm touched Yuuri's shoulder felt like electricity sparking. He didn't miss how well Yuuri fit under his arm or how beautiful Yuuri's face looked every time he smiled. Victor contemplated how doomed he was to fall for the man at his side when Yuuri turned to smile directly at him. Very doomed, he decided, pulling Yuuri further down the hallway to the sleeping Rufus.

"Let's meet Rufus and discuss it over dog cuddles, okay?" Yuuri grinned, letting himself fall into step next to Victor, his disdain for being dragged to the party vanishing with every step. As they plopped down on either side of the dog, Yuuri reached out to gently rub his soft ears. Glancing back up at Victor, Yuuri couldn't help the smile on his face while listening to Victor coo his adoration for the affectionate golden. Although he would never tell Phichit, he was definitely grateful to be exactly where he was.

Diners at midnight were generally reserved for refueling on nights when games and studying kept Yuuri and Phichit from making it to the dining hall before it closed its doors for the night. The diner right off campus did not serve the kind of coach-approved food which would fuel their success on the field, but it did offer milkshakes in oversized silver containers and fries with nine different toppings stacked on them. They also served coffee, if the person ordering it was brave enough to consume a substance close to jet fuel, which Yuuri had certainly been during every finals week of his college career.

The diner had been Yuuri's idea after Victor had suggested leaving the party, neither of them bothering to locate their friends before doing so. Yuuri knew Phichit would let him know when it was safe to return to their apartment and he figured that Phichit had probably found his object of obsession within seconds of arriving at the party. He didn't hesitate when Victor offered the joint exit, anxiously walking beside Victor as he led the way to his car.

It was his intention to offer to buy Victor coffee from the small café on the other side of campus. Located on the bottom floor of the library, the coffee cart and its adjoining tables stayed opened twenty-four hours a day, feeding the caffeine needs of undergrads and post-grads alike. Yuuri's stomach had betrayed him though, growling loudly before he could make the reasonable recommendation of The Coffee Spot.

Yuuri's tummy rumble had made Victor giggle into his hand as he had jogged around the side of his car. His own stomach felt viciously empty, a result of ignoring Chris's direction to eat something in place of adding one more paragraph to his paper. Chris had hauled him out of the apartment by his belt loops, his cries about needing to eat falling on deaf ears. When Yuuri had shyly suggested the closest diner, Victor had happily jumped at the chance to spend a longer amount of time together.

The booth they had been pointed to was covered in cheap mauve plastic and the table was an unique shade of blue. Taking Yuuri's advice regarding the food, Victor had ordered himself a strawberry milkshake along with a plate of loaded nachos. He would have to add reps to his workout the next day, but he decided that letting himself indulge a little wouldn't be the end of the world, especially not when Yuuri excitedly offered that they could share each other's choices.

Conversation hadn't stalled since the moment Yuuri had thrown himself into Victor's world, and Yuuri tried desperately to accept that fact without question. Victor was obviously smart, the way he spoke and carried himself was impressive, but he was also kind and funny in a strangely animated way. Yuuri could feel himself slipping toward impossibly attracted, his heart fluttering every time Victor touched his hand or arm while in the midst of a story.

Yuuri wasn't talkative, but he wasn't completely silent and Victor found the balance to be intriguing and instantaneously comfortable. At first assessment, Victor had believed Yuuri to be the same sort of academically narrow-minded nerd that Victor was, but every time he touched Yuuri's shoulder or waist, he discovered well-defined muscles that made Victor feel like drooling. He wanted to ask Yuuri if he worked out, but couldn't find a way to do so without sounding creepy. Instead, Victor let the natural flow of their words led them, finding himself relaxing more with every moment he spent sitting across from the adorable man.

A beep from his pocket had Victor pausing with a thoughtful furrow to his brow. Retrieving his phone, Victor unlocked it and immediately face-palmed. "Well it looks like I'm not allowed to go home tonight," he grimaced at the number of peach, eggplant, and water squirt emojis that Christophe had accented his "definitely find somewhere else to be until at least noon tomorrow" text.

"Hmph," Yuuri responded, sucking on the straw of his milkshake when his own phone buzzed against his leg. Suspicious, Yuuri leaned to allow himself access to his pocket, yanking the phone free and not bothering to unlock it to read Phichit's message. The small bit he could see in the preview was all he needed to know.

"Well, my roommate isn't coming home." He missed the insinuation of his own statement until he glanced at Victor and saw Victor watching him with curious eyes. "Do you want to come hang out? Not in a creepy way!" Yuuri nearly knocked his milkshake over waving his hand as Victor chuckled into his own. "My apartment isn't much, but we have a nice T.V. and we could watch a movie or something?"

Victor hummed, releasing his straw with a suggestive flick of his tongue. When Yuuri's expression remained innocently open, Victor smiled. "I would love to!" He reached across the table and stole a French fry from Yuuri's plate, grinning as Yuuri stole a nacho from his. Even if Yuuri truly meant that they would be watching a movie, Victor found that he was completely satisfied with the idea. Even being around Yuuri for a short amount of time had Victor's heart feeling lighter than it had in years.

They split the bill evenly when it arrived, Victor arguing loudly that they were even for his earlier act as knight in shining armor since Yuuri was preventing him from sleeping in his car. Feeling brave, Victor reached down to lace his fingers with Yuuri's as they headed back for his car, his heart skipping a beat when Yuuri tenderly squeezed them closer together.

Two movies had played in the background while Yuuri and Victor curled together on Yuuri's worn-out canvas couch, talking through every important scene while they bodies meddled closer together. Victor was sprawled out across Yuuri's chest, chin resting gently on Yuuri's sternum as they discussed any random subject that came to mind. Victor had told Yuuri about his desire to own a dog one day and Yuuri had gotten misty-eyed talking about his own childhood pet. They had spent ten minutes discussing how cute Rufus was, and Yuuri was jokingly jealous when Victor told him about pet-sitting for Rufus over winter break.

They fell into a rhythm that was natural, leaving them both relaxed and happy while smushed together on Yuuri's small couch. Time fell away, the hours passing by them unnoticed until the faintest hint of light began to leak in through Yuuri's blinds. "Oh!" Yuuri exclaimed, suddenly pushing Victor up from his place over Yuuri's body. "Can I show you something?" Standing from the couch, he offered Victor his hand.

Nodding happily, Victor let Yuuri pull him to his feet, hesitating only for a second when Yuuri began to escort him toward the door. For a moment, Victor thought Yuuri was going to lead him into the bedroom, and he tried to push away his disappointment as Yuuri slipped on his shoes and nudged Victor's shoes toward his own socked feet. Obliging with the silent request, Victor followed Yuuri from the apartment, confusion building as Yuuri led him toward the back of the hallway and through a metal door.

Yuuri had discovered the way onto the roof on day when Phichit's family had been visiting. Although the Chulanonts were incredibly loving, Yuuri had been overwhelmed by the eight extra people in his apartment and fled. He had stumbled upon this staircase by accident, failing to turn left at the end of the hall to follow the stairs which led to each floor of the building. Instead, he had run forward, crashing through the metal door which matched the color of the hallway walls.

Metal stairs led up to the roof, another heavy door standing at their exit. Carefully, Yuuri pushed the door open, stooping to retrieve the door stopper and wedging it into place. Never releasing Victor's hand, Yuuri tugged him toward a narrow bench surrounded by flowers and veggies growing from overly large planters.

"Yuuri?" Victor questioned, coming to stop at Yuuri's side in the middle of the thriving garden. Around them the world hinted of sunrise, colors beginning to burst over the distant horizon.

"I come here to think sometimes," Yuuri remarked, eyes trained to the distance, watching as the sun returned rainbows of light to the world. "I thought… maybe…" Yuuri turned slightly to look up at Victor, his heart thundering in his chest as he found Victor already looking at him. "The sunrise is beautiful up here." Licking his lips, Yuuri felt his eyes flutter as Victor's fingertips grazed his cheek.

"Yeah… it is…" Victor whispered, feeling lost in the moment, his own mind racing as he formed his next thought. "Yuuri, can I…"

"Yes," Yuuri responded, not waiting for Victor's question to be complete. Pushing himself up on his toes, Yuuri met Victor halfway in a kiss.

Around them, the world was illuminated with the promise of a new day.

Victor drove back to his apartment with all of his windows down and his radio far too loud for the hour in which he was cruising through their small college town. He felt light and happy, the feeling of Yuuri still on his lips as he pulled his car into his parking spot. Nothing, not even the sight of Chris making out with his half-naked new boyfriend in the middle of their kitchen, could have derailed Victor's mood.

Or so he thought.

Sitting at the kitchen table, Victor stared at Chris with wide eyes. His roommate had failed to put on a t-shirt, but the scratches on Chris's back and the hickeys littering his chest were the least concerning sights in Victor's eye line. Dangling from Chris's fingertips was a full size poster of Yuuri, standing with his helmet under one arm and lacrosse stick with some sort of padding hanging from it resting casually over his shoulder. Yuuri's glasses were missing, replaced by a squinted look of pure determination that was sending all of the blood in Victor's head rushing to his smaller one. Shifting in his seat, Victor raised a hand toward the poster.

"If you think this is hot," Chris spread the poster over their kitchen table, wicked grin flashing in Victor's direction, "Wait until I show you the calendar."

"I can't…" Victor let his fingertips trail over the glossy paper, his heart doing a funny dance in his chest. The Yuuri he had spent all of the previous night with, talking, laughing, and kissing, was soft and comfy, adorable with his ever-sliding glasses and floppy hair. The Yuuri in front of him, posed to both intimidate and arouse, was made of wet dream material. Victor took a deep breath and tried again. "I can't believe this is him."

"I can't believe you didn't know," Chris flopped into the nearest chair. "Honestly Victor, these posters are everywhere. You are working on your PhD… in sports medicine… how oblivious are you?" Chris chuckled when Victor turned a wounded look his way. "Well, you managed to snag the university's most sought after bachelor, and from what I hear, you are the first one to ever do so. Want to tell me how that happened?"

Still dazed and confused from the information being thrown at his sleep-deprived mind, Victor launched into the description of how he went to pet Rufus and ended up giving his heart away to the campus's most popular athlete.

"Yuuri! Ohhhhh Yuuuuuuurrriiii!" Phichit's cheerful voice carried through the apartment making Yuuri moan and bury his head under his pillow.

He had stayed on the roof with Victor until their sleepiness had caused them to begin to doze off between kisses. Laughing at their own exhaustion, they made their way down to Victor's car, exchanging sleepy kisses until Yuuri had literally dropped his head onto Victor's shoulder with a loud snore. With a new number in his phone and tingling happiness on his lips, Yuuri had collapsed into his bed.

Slapping out to find his phone, Yuuri smiled at the good morning message from Victor. Shooting one back, he quickly jammed his phone under his pillow as Phichit burst into his room and dived onto his bed.

"I had the best night," Phichit rolled onto his back, bringing one arm up to brace under his head.

Yuuri leaned forward to poke the prominent bruise on Phichit's neck. "Looks like it," Yuuri laughed when Phichit wiggled his eyebrows.

"And what about you?" Phichit turned a sly smile in Yuuri's direction, making Yuuri's stomach immediately drop. "Chris's roommate showed up a little after eight, smiling like a cat that got the creamer and repeatedly saying a very familiar name."

"Victor is cat boy's roommate?" Yuuri sat up abruptly, feeling his head throb slightly from his lack of sleep. It would absolutely be his luck that Phichit would have already drilled Victor for details and mercilessly scrutinized Victor before Yuuri could even ask him out on a proper date.

"Yup!" Phichit moved into a sitting position and Yuuri tried to ignore his best friend's wince and readjustment of his backend. "And he is totally in looooovvveeee with you." Poking Yuuri on the nose, Phichit laughed as Yuuri blushed. "So when are you going to ask him to wear your jersey?"

Ears still ringing from Phichit's love comment, Yuuri shook his head and stared at Phichit blankly. "Ask him to do what?" Processing Phichit's statement by the end of his own question, Yuuri shook his head. "That's not… that's not something I would ask him to do."

"Oh come on Yuuri, I'm going to ask Chris to wear mine at our next home game. And I don't even get to play because of you," Phichit stuck his tongue out at Yuuri to emphasize his joke. "You should give yours to Victor so he can wear it too. I'm sure they'll probably sit together."

Realization leaked into Yuuri's mind as he quickly reviewed all of the hours of conversation between himself and Victor the night before. They had talked about their majors, Yuuri spending probably an obnoxious amount of time asking questions about Victor's thesis, and Yuuri knew he had mentioned being on scholarship. What he was absolutely positive he had forgotten to mention was that his scholarship had nothing to do with his academic major. "Ummm… Phichit…" Yuuri shrugged at the exasperated face of his best friend, throwing himself back on his pillow.

"Yuuri Katsuki," Phichit scolded, reaching down to shake his best friend's shoulders. "You failed to tell Victor you play lacrosse. I guess that means you failed to mention anything else about it… like how you are the number one player. In the country." Falling back with hysterical laughter as Yuuri grumbled from his hiding place in his pillow, Phichit wrapped his arms around his waist. "Holy shit, my friend, you are ridiculous. You can't hide it, your face is plastered on posters all over campus! Why the hell didn't you just say something?"

Burrowing further into his pillow, Yuuri refused to answer. There had never been an opportunity for Yuuri to casually mention that he was the main face of the entire campus sports program and Victor had never mentioned recognizing him, so Yuuri had simply not brought it up. He had been through enough of his college life dealing with people who wanted to get close to him solely because of his supposed fame, and the selfish part of him didn't want Victor to be one of those people.

Letting Phichit's laughter be drowned out by the pillow shoved over his head, Yuuri prayed that Victor would still be interested in him when he found out about the other half of Yuuri's life.