Hi! This one of my oldest victuuri fic. I think I wrote it on january? So yes, it is actually finished, but it will take me some days to complete the translation spanish to english. So I hope you like it! :D

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Yuuri Katsuki couldn't believe what was happening.

Viktor Nikiforov, the most popular boy in the university, was talking to him. Not only that, but... he had just confessed his love for him.

"Yuuri, I know this is very sudden, but I really like you... a lot." Viktor said as he was tangle his long silver hair between his fingers in a playful way. "Can I be your boyfriend?" He asked with flushed cheeks.

Yuuri's brown eyes blinked several times in a row, confused, with his cheeks also pinked. His brain had stopped working for a while, since Viktor spoke to him and pulled him to a place apart from everyone of the campus. And now his muscles trembled like jelly after hearing his confess.

Seriously, this couldn't be happening... right?

But how?

He and Viktor had never spoken before, they didn't even have the same classes, much less the same friends, not even the same age. He was even surprised that he knew his name in the first place. Of course Yuuri already knew Viktor's, you had to be a new student for not to know him.

Viktor had always stood out among the students for his beauty and his so affable personality, besides, he was able to make anyone sigh with his radiant smile, the same smile that he was dedicating to Yuuri at that moment. Obviously all those qualities attracted girls (and some guys) who were always after him. Then, why... of so many attractive people Viktor had at his feet, he had to declare his love to him?

A joke.

Yes, that must be a joke. A very cruel joke. He had never imagined that someone like Viktor was that kind of person. But it wasn't like he knew him to be aware of his twisted sense of humor.

Yuuri looked up and realized that Viktor was still smiling, waiting for a positive response. But he wasn't going to give it to him.

"A-ah ... I ..." Yuuri cleared his throat, not wanting to show his nervousness. He put a hand on his temple and tried to focus on how to say the next sentence. "I-I'm not interested. I'm sorry!" Just saying that, his feet moved by themself and he began to run, leaving behind a surprised Viktor who evidently didn't expect to be rejected.

Yuuri kept running as fast as he could, and only when he was sure he was away from school then finally stopped, breathing hard. His heart was beating so hard that it hurt. He felt so ashamed of himself for escaping that way, but he really couldn't stood the expectant look in those blue eyes.

Not that he was in love with Viktor or something. But he wasn't indifferent to him either.

Yuuri was one of many who were captivated by Viktor's angelic-looking. And if it wasn't because he was sure it was a joke, maybe he would have said yes...

He gave a last long sigh, trying to calm down and control his breathing. He didn't want his parents or his sister to notice him agitated and ask him questions. He just wanted to forget what happened, to leave it as one of those experiences that you laugh at when you are old.

Yuuri was lucky that when he got home his family wasn't there. He ate; locked himself in his room for a while and then went to the skating rink to train. Skating was his favorite pastime.

While he was sliding through the ice, he couldn't stop thinking that he hoped that Viktor wouldn't be a jerk and would bother him again. He fell several times, and it wasn't until one of his feet began to sore that he decided to stop.

The next day, at school, Yuuri walked cautiously through the corridors, aware that there were no people pointing or making fun of him. Everything seemed normal. Maybe... it hadn't been a joke for him. Maybe Viktor had lost a bet and it was coincidence that Yuuri happened to be there at that moment.

He sighed tiredly. There was no point in continuing to think about that. Besides, he was sure Viktor would never speak to him again, not after such a shameful retreat. Yuuri had barely been able to sleep at night and his head ached. He could also feel his circles growing heavier. It would have been better if he have stayed at home. But he was already at school, so the last thing he could do was attend a couple of classes before leaving.

During the period of the first break he curled up at his desk with the intention of sleeping a few minutes, but his friend grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Yuuri, are you feeling bad?" Phichit asked worriedly, but Yuuri smiled faintly.

"I'm fine, Phichit...I... uh... yesterday I skated until very late." He lied.

"Oh! I see. Then you should go to the infirmary, you have the face of someone who will get sick soon. This happens to you for spending so much time in the ice." He laughed and patted his back, probably trying to cheer him up.

"In that case, I'll take him." They heard a voice that didn't belong to someone in their class, but they still recognized it right away. It was Viktor, who was standing at the door, with a group of girls behind him with their eyes made of hearts; but Viktor ignored them and then entered the classroom to face Yuuri.

"Hey! Since when Viktor and you are friends?!" Phichit exclaimed with surprise.

"A-ah... but we aren't ..." Yuuri tried to answer, but his head seriously hurt. Even worse, he didn't want to meet again with that man and his smile so... How weird. Viktor's smile doesn't looked as radiant as always. Maybe Yuuri was already delirious.

"Yuuri, you don't look very well!" Viktor cupped his cheeks, then he ran his hands all over Yuuri's face, from his neck to his forehead; maybe looking for signs of fever, but what he got was making him blush. "Oh! And your face is very red." He laughed. "I think we should hurry up. Do you want me to carry you?"

"N-no! Thanks... I-I can walk."

"Viktor, let some of the other guys to take him." One of the girls who followed him said. "Stay with us, please?"

"I'm sorry, but Yuuri is more important." He replied with an apologetic smile and took one of Yuuri's hand to guide him to the infirmary.

Or that's where they were supposed have to go, because Yuuri noticed that (apart of the envious looks of many girls on him) they were heading towards the roof of the building. By instinct, he tried to get out of Viktor's grasp, because he didn't know what was happening and the tiredness made him feel a little paranoid.

The silver-haired man, realizing that Yuuri was resisting, gave up of reaching the roof and stopped. And there, on the stairs, he leaned Yuuri against the wall and brought their foreheads together.

Yuuri remained motionless. He was paralyzed again. Viktor seemed to have that particular effect on him. Looking at those blue eyes he felt a mixture of sensations inside his chest and a chill running down his back. Then he looked down at Viktor's mouth that had opened to say something, or Yuuri thought that, because the next thing he knew it was that those lips were over him.