hey there anon!! you sent this days, ago, but i’m currently in the middle of my finals so i hope you understand why i wasn’t able to answer you till now. i hope this is good enough for you!!
48 - meeting again at a high school reunion
Victor had stayed back after PE class to help clear up the sports hall - it was his turn to do so after all. He waved his friends off, ready to be done with his task already. he was halfway through shoving basketballs into some container in the closet, when the notoriously squeaky sports hall door creaked open. Victor turned around in surprise, as the quiet junior in his french class walked in.
He knew the shy boy from a couple of shared classes - and Chris sometimes mentions him in passing - but he had never had a proper conversation, or actually gotten to know Yuuri. He seemed to be in his own world, earbuds in his ears and eyes stuck to his feet.
“Ah, hey, I’ll be done in a second,” Victor called out, hoping the other boy would hear. Luckily enough, Victor had said that loud enough for Yuuri to be startled out of his daze.
“Oh, man, I’m really sorry, I must have come in too early today…” Yuuri trailed off, pulling his earbuds out.
“That’s okay,” Victor grinned. “I’m nearly done.” He carried another bag of various sports balls into the closet. “So, if you don’t mind me asking… are you practicing anything, or?”
“Oh! I do- I mean, I dance and Coach Celestino usually lets me practice after hours,” he answered Victor.
Victor came back out of the closet, “Whew, that should be all of them…” Yuuri was stretching when Victor came back, and a sudden thought hit him. “teach me to dance?”
Yuri’s laugh made the butterflies in Victor’s stomach flutter. Yuuri was pretty cute - actually really good-looking, and why was Victor realizing this just now? “Teach you to dance?”
“Yeah, like- like a waltz?” Victor continued with a pained smile. He was probably digging himself a deeper grave in front of this cute boy he was talking to.
Yuuri laughed again, throwing his head back, “Yes, yes I’ll teach you to dance then.”
He scrolled through his phone a bit, to find the right music and then let it play as he walked over to Victor.
“So, in a classic waltz, you usually have three beats to watch out for, and the moves are based around the music. When you partner up, your palm rests on my shoulder like this, I’ll grab your other palm and then I’ll… cup my arm around your back,” Yuuri finished explaining the correct positioning, and finally seemed to realize how close they really were.
“Do you… do you want to go somewhere private?” the words slipped out of Victor’s mouth before he could think about them. What was he doing, spouting some cheesy lines as if he were a character in some fanfic?
Yuuri smiled softly. “But we’re already alone?”
Victor sipped softly from the drink Chris had shoved into his hands the second he’d stepped back into his old homeroom before flitting off to show off to their old classmates. He smiled softly, he had spent four years of his life with these people and yet now he felt like he knew nothing about them anymore.
“School tour, you guys! We get to be freshmen again, just like last year,” Sara Crispino chirped, making everyone laugh.
This was technically their class’ second meet-up, after last year’s “5 Years Since Graduation” one. They had gone around the school then to, remembering old memories and funny jokes they used to tell when they were younger. Victor watched pleasantly as everyone around him mingled, and he too joked around with some of them, but the truth was that they had all matured and changed and they weren’t who they used to be six years ago.
“And here’s the gym! Remember that time Coach Yakov…” Georgi’s voice trailed off as the rest of his classmates walked off, but Victor stared at the hardwood floors, bittersweet waltzes filling his mind.
“Victor?” a familiar voice called from behind him. Victor whipped around, staring in astonishment.
“It’s our five years since graduation party today, and I felt like wandering around the school,” Yuuri answered, brushing a couple strands of hair behind his ear. His blue glasses were still perched on his nose adorably, the same way Victor had remembered them in high school.
A semi-comfortable, semi-awkward silence fell around them. “Remember when we danced here, when we were teenagers?” Yuuri said taking a step forward, biting his lip.
Viktor copied his movements, moving towards him as well; he was only a couple of feet away now. “Yeah, you taught me how to hold my arms properly.”
Yuuri took another step forward, they were both tense and Victor’s attention was suddenly pinpointing to the smell of Yuuri’s cologne, to the flowers behind Yuuri, to the slight shiver in Yuri’s shoulders-
They were only a couple of centimeters away now.
“And you asked me… you asked me-” Victor could feel Yuri’s soft breaths on his face now, and he felt goosebumps on his skin.
“Do you… do you want to go somewhere private?” Victor let the words hang in the air between them, heavy with tension.
frankly idk tf i did with this???? the practicing dance in a sports hall after hours thing is a v real thing i do, our sports hall is actually larger than my ballet studio so it’s easier to practice there; haven’t met any cute boys who want to dance w me yet, will keep u posted
i really hope this wasn’t too shitty!! thank u for asking!!