i love all of your yuuri mysterious heartbreaker headcanons to pieces and i'm screaming because it's like--this poor squishy ball of grace and anxiety, blessing us with his existence, such beauty. such majesty. (although, i like to interpret it more as a heartthrob than a heartbreaker. like, yes, he unknowingly rebuffs/rejects everyone but it's less heartbreak-y and more oh, our stars were not aligned. the universe did not choose us for each other but at least we were ships passing close enough)
oh i agree with you completely! i just like to use the term heartbreaker instead, because heartthrob evokes a slightly more boyband image than i think suits yuuri (that said, somebody else should write that au). the feeling yuuri creates in people isn’t heartbroken, more like. wistful. a little sad when they remember him, but in a good way. nostalgic. they don’t regret meeting him. they were fortunate to have encountered katsuki yuuri. yuuri, whose hasetsu high school’s students still make a point of gathering in empty classrooms to livestream his skates, even though he’s long since graduated and most of them have never even met him, bc his school is so damn proud of katsuki yuuri. yuuri, whose classmates invariably nominated him to choreograph the class performances for those school festivals/talent showcases that seem to happen everywhere, and who was shy and worried about it but delivered beautifully. now, when the dozens of acquaintances in japan and america whose lives were blessed by having brushed yuuri’s in passing think of yuuri (ie whenever hello by adele comes on the radio), they nod and smile. yes. truly. they should have known. only viktor nikiforov, russia’s living legend, the best skater in men’s singles history, was worthy to win the heart of katsuki yuuri