Aided by an explosion of sound, Bittle soars.
Or, the one in which Bitty does a full figure skating routine and everyone loses their minds over how damn good he is.
There are few things that give Yuri pleasure—the taste of accomplishment like cinnamon sugar on the back of his tongue after landing a quad; having a comeback so cutting that he practically draws blood; that soft murrf a cat makes when it decides it trusts him; the little green screenshot arrow appearing next to Otabek’s name in Snapchat—but they all pale in comparison to whenever the Russian hockey team visits the rink.
Katsuki sits cross-legged, clearly in no hurry to go anywhere. “What’s your name? I’m –”
“I know who you are,” he cuts him off, then blushes, then hates himself for both those things. Katsuki looks surprised, and Yuri can’t think as to why. He’s a nationally ranked figure skater. He’s Yuri’s favorite figure skater.
Yuuri and Yuri become friends and Viktor develops a crush.
05 Jun 2016
"She’s saying we’re dating," Katsuki says, trying to put as much disgust into the word as possible. "Me. Willingly being around your freeloading ass—"
"Ah." Katsuki is definitely developing a special kind of intuition for when Kirishima’s about to dish out bullshit—because he feels it now, watching the guy do that thing where he shrugs and smiles in an attempt to appear innocent. "Katsuki’s a little shy about this sort of thing, you know, and we weren’t going to say anything."
For effect, he ends with an apologetic smile.
Summer that year brings Kirishima Eijirou to Katsuki's front door.
It is a unique and somewhat unhelpful talent, but Stiles can fall asleep anywhere.
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21 Sep 2017