Viktuuri coffeeshop AU? (my weaknesssssssssssssss) Viktor works there, Yuuri's tall dark and cute as hell
ft. Yurio The Reluctant Wingman ~600 words
Viktor’s in love.
It can be argued that he’s actually just infatuated given that they haven’t had a conversation beyond getting the guy’s coffee order and a bit of whining about the weather but...
Viktor’s in love, okay?
He can see Yuuri rounding the corner of the street through one of the windows and his heart flutters with excitement. He takes his place behind the register, pulling his shoulders back and doing his best to not start bouncing around or something.
“How’s my hair?” he asks Yurio, standing a few feet away as he plays with his phone.
“It’s up in a bun,” he deadpans, clearly not interested in ensuring Viktor doesn’t die alone and unloved.
Viktor just sighs, fluffing the little bit of fringe he always leaves down and bounces a little on his toes as he waits. He forces himself to go still as Yuuri reaches the door.
“Good morning!”
“Hey,” Yuuri replies, always seeming a little taken aback by the force of Viktor’s greeting. He’s got his bookbag strapped on today, and it looks like it’s full, which gives Viktor an irrational bit of hope.
“The usual?”
“Yeah,” Yuuri says with a little chuckle.
There’s at least one positive to working in one of the least popular cafe’s in the city and it is being able to take his sweet time filling Yuuri’s order and getting whatever little scrap of extra time that he can get.
“Busy?” he asks while the coffee is brewing, eyeing the bag on Yuuri’s back.
“Every professor decided to assign projects at the exact same time, I guess,” Yuuri huffs, “you have wifi here, right?”
Viktor somehow manages to perk up even more at that. “Yes!”
Yuuri flinches, blinking and looking startled.
Behind him, he can hear Yuri scoffing.
“Cool- great,” Yuuri says, walking back towards one of the tables. “I’m gonna do a bit of work here then, if that’s okay?”
“That’s fine! Wonderful, even!”
There’s an even louder scoff.
Yuuri smiles and nods, slipping off his backpack and settling in.
Viktor pretends to drop a pen, crouching down behind the counter and staying down there to watch Yuuri’s back in (relative) privacy.
He’s smart and beautiful, he thinks as he pulls out one thick textbook after another.
“Hey-”
Viktor jumps, startled out of his reverie with the harsh whisper next to his ear.
“-You realize you haven’t even given him his coffee yet?”
Viktor jumps back to his feet, doing his best to control the slight tremble in his hands as he makes Yuuri’s coffee just to his liking. He gets an idea as he goes to walk out from behind the counter, eyeing the cinnamon rolls that never manage to get sold by the end of the day.
Yakov won’t mind if he gives just one away in the name of love...
Yuuri’s eyebrows arch as he plops his coffee and the roll down beside.
“That’s on the house,” Viktor says, winking. So smooth.
“T-thanks,” Yuuri replies, looking flustered and so cute.
Viktor meanders back to his post and tries his best to not stare. Really.
“Maybe-”
Viktor jumps again, dammit.
“-instead of being weird and creepy you can try going over and talking to him a little more.”
“He’s working.”
“No one wants to be doing homework.”
“He won’t like me if I just go over and start bothering him-”
“So you’re gonna keep bothering me instead?”
“I can hear you guys,” Yuuri calls out.
Viktor and Yuuri both freeze, looking over to find Yuuri peering over his shoulder at them. Viktor can feel his face turning red.
“You should consider getting a radio,” he says, gesturing lazily with his pen. “Covers up whispers better.”
Yuri jabs Viktor in the side with his elbow, pulling his phone out of his pocket as the slinks back to his corner.
Viktor walks back out to Yuuri’s table, feeling clumsy and awkward with Yuuri watching him. He takes the seat across form him, resting his elbows in the spaces between his textbooks. “Hi.”
Yuuri smiles and it makes Viktor tingle all over.
“So, all the hearts you always draw on my cup aren’t just you being nice?
