Yuri’s head pounded, it was like every fiber of his being was rejecting the very idea of his own brain. It was almost torturesome, any and every thought running through him was a plea for release, not being able to handle the excruciating grip that was wringing out his brain like a wet washcloth, but no sound escaped his lips. They couldn't, he couldn't. He was in a nightmare of pitch black paralyzation.
Yuuri meets Viktor in quite a messy way. Shy and uncomfortable in his own skin, can Yuuri let himself fall in love with the diamond that is Viktor Nikiforov?