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This. This wasn’t happening. It wasn’t possible. Yuuri’s right arm flew out and grabbed onto Phichit, stopping them both where they were, almost knocking Phichit’s ice cream onto the ground, and effectively ending the sentence he had been in the middle of.

“Yuuri?” He asked, confusion and concern both heavy in his voice. Yuuri didn’t look at him, didn’t even spare him a glance. He just kept looking forward, waiting for Phichit to turn and see it too. See him too.

Because right there. RIGHT. THERE. Was Victor Fucking Nikiforov, walking down the street, directly towards them.

Yuuri didn’t have to see when Phichit noticed to know, either. He heard Phichit gasp, felt him grab back at his arm.

That did knock Yuuri’s ice cream over. Did it conveniently land on the ground in front of him? Of course not, that would be lucky. And nothing that Yuuri ever did involved luck. No, the ice cream fell the other way, directly into Yuuri’s shirt.

Yuuri didn’t mean to say it. He wasn’t even one to use profanity, not really. But when a soft “Oh, fuck me.” fell from his lips right when Victor Nikiforov was walking past, resulting in said celebrity turning and seeing them staring he couldn’t take it back.

“Well, at least let me take you to dinner first.”

Um excuse me WHAT??

Victor. Nikiforov. VICTOR NIKIFOROV. Just. He just said that. To Yuuri. To Yuuri.

The best part? Yuuri wasn’t hesitant. For once in his life, the jokes he would make with Phichit about this very meme came in handy.

“I guess that can be arranged.”

And oh. Victor was beautiful, that was a fact. But when his eyes widen in surprise, and his mouth opened for a second before lighting up in a bright grin? He was stunning.

“Hmm,” Victor tapped his finger to his lips, body now fully facing towards them when it had before been slightly off. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Yuuri knew that body language meant he was paying attention to them. Focused. “What do you say about tonight, 6pm, at the restaurant around the corner?”

“Sounds like a date.” And holy FUCK. Did he just say that? God, there went his chances-

“Sounds like it.” Victor winked, then. Yuuri heard a buzz, a hand immediately reaching around for his own phone in his back pocket, but Victor had lifted up his first and, going by his expression, it had been his anyway. “I need to go. But don’t forget, Yuuri.” And with that, he sauntered away.

For a second, Yuuri just stood there watching him leave. And then he was being almost thrown to the floor by Phichit, who had jumped on him, whispering a fast mantra of “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.”

“Did that- Did that actually just happen?”

“It did, Yuuri!”

Yuuri didn’t squeal, of course. But the sound he did make, well, most people would probably say he did. He hugged Phichit back, before he realized something.

I didn’t-

“Phichit.” More squealing. “PHICHIT. I never told him my name.”

“What?”

“When he left, he said my name. I didn’t tell him my name.”

“Does that mean-”

“He knows who I am.”

“OH. MY. GOD.”