YUURI ✎ᝰ.📖
I wrote this fanfic A LONG TIME AGO but I wanted to share it.
It was a day like any other at the literature club. You pushed the door open quickly since, as usual, you were late to the meeting and didn’t want Mateo to scold you for the third time this week. As you stepped inside, the room felt quieter than usual. Everything was in place—the chairs neatly arranged, the books on their proper shelves… But something in the air felt off; you couldn’t hear his usual orders or that bossy tone that defined him.
“Does anyone know where Mateo is? He’s always the first to arrive” you said, noticing the absence of the green-eyed boy. Natsuko rolled her eyes. “He stayed behind arguing with the printer again… Apparently it’s not working the way he wants”. Satori let out a small chuckle. “Guess we’ll have to manage without his lectures”. With that, he put his headphones back on and started nodding his head to the rhythm of music only he could hear.
You let out a soft laugh at his comment and looked around, noticing Yuuri absorbed in his book—the same one he had lent you so you could read it together.
He seemed to notice your quiet steps approaching, because he lifted his head and gave you a small smile. Yuuri was sitting on the floor with his legs crossed, in that spot he seemed to have claimed for reading with you.
“I was starting to think you weren’t coming today” he said.
“I had a small issue on my way here”.
Yuuri looked at you seriously for a moment. “…You got grounded again, didn’t you?”
You glanced away innocently and settled down beside him, focusing intently on the book he was holding, pretending to start reading so you wouldn’t have to admit he was right. The two of you spent the next few minutes reading in complete silence, with you occasionally making small comments or pointing things out in certain scenes. Your closeness made Yuuri’s heart race.
“Look, it says here the protagonist set his beloved on fire… I don’t know how he isn’t scared” you said, resting your head on his shoulder. That only made Yuuri more nervous, and he swallowed hard. Your touch made it impossible for him to concentrate on the book. He tried to comment on it, but the mix of your closeness—which you didn’t seem to notice—and the mention of one of his obsessions overwhelmed him. His eyes widened at everything rushing through his mind.
“Fuck… seeing you like this, reading about fire… It makes me wanna fuck you.”
Silence fell instantly. You blinked several times, processing what you had just heard. Slowly, you turned to look at Yuuri, who was already staring at you—now red as a tomato as he realized what he had just said.
“I-I… that’s not what I meant” he said, covering his face with one hand and shaking his head. Then he quickly got up, grabbed his backpack, and ran out of the classroom as if something were chasing him.
Meanwhile, you were still processing his words, staring blankly at a fixed point.
“Sorry I’m late, guys, but that damn printer wouldn’t print the club posters” Mateo said as he appeared in the doorway, wearing his usual frustrated expression.
