ohhh trfl Prince Michele's POV during victor's birthday bash, bc he seemed quite smitten with yuuri?!
“He’s coming this way,” Sara teases. Michele does his best to glare at her, although he can’t quite muster actual irritation when they’ve just finished twirling happily across a dance floor. “Ooh, think he’s gonna talk to you, Mickey?”
“I do not have a crush on Prince Katsuki,” he informs his sister with a haughty sniff. “You’re reading too much into things.”
“Oh, Mickey. How long are you going to live in denial?” She winks and laughs, and Michele rolls his eyes. Alright, maybe he might have a teensy-weensy little crush on the other prince, but it doesn’t matter. He invites anyone to have a dance with a man that alluring during a rumba and not walk away with a crush! Besides, it’s not really a crush, not if he is quite aware it’ll never go anywhere.
(Although Prince Katsuki and King Nikiforov are no longer engaged and seem to not be on the best of terms, considering that they look like they’ve been avoiding each other save for the bare minimum exchanges of courtesy, so who knows...?)
“Good evening, Your Highnesses!” Prince Katsuki says, suddenly right next to them. His face is a little flushed, perhaps from dancing or alcohol or both, and it’s absolutely charming, especially because Katsuki smiles at him first and not Sara. Michele can’t really help but smile back. Katsuki seems an honorable man, respecting his wishes at their first ball together and being nothing but gallant when speaking to Sara. And, as he’s observed before, he’s not exactly hard on the eyes, either.
(This still isn’t a crush. Hush, Sara.)
“Ah, Prince Yuuri!” Michele greets, holding out his hand and receiving a firm handshake. If only Katsuki had come over a minute or two later! He would’ve happily asked him to dance, if he wasn’t still winded from his quickstep with Sara.
“It’s good to see you again!” his wonderful, perfect sister beams, covering for Michele when he forgets words for a moment because Katsuki smiled directly at him. “How are you doing?”
“I’m doing well,” Katsuki says, running a hand through his hair distractedly. That shouldn’t be as attractive of a movement as it is, but somehow this man manages to make everything he does beautiful. Michele appreciates him like one appreciates looking at a work of fine art.
Sara’s smile takes on a bit of a teasing twist, one that makes Michele want to hiss don’t you dare at her even though he doesn’t know what she’s about to say. “Pretty great! Mickey’s tired out from dancing, can you believe?”
I am not, Michele is about to argue, petulant as only a big brother can be, but Prince Katsuki effectively stops him in his tracks by laughing, and then as if that wasn’t enough, he catches Michele’s eye again before firing that dazzlingly lovely little smile directly at him.
“Well, from what I saw,” he says, “you two looked lovely dancing out there. It takes energy to be a good dancer, you know!”
Oh, Michele thinks vaguely. The man who is probably the world’s best dancer thinks he and Sara looked lovely. Well. Isn’t that something.
(He’s not crushing. And that’s definitely why he isn’t at all miffed that by the time he gets his voice back, Sara has hauled Prince Katsuki off to the dance floor.)
(... Besides, at least from the sidelines, he gets to watch.)