Angel [Victor Nikiforov]

{Chapter 3}

"Yuuri, let's sleep together. As your coach, there's so much I need to learn about you." Victor calls out at his door. My attention gets brought up again as I hear more of their exchange.

"No!"

"Yuuri! Yuuri?"

I chuckle to myself lightly before deciding to peak my head out. I glance around the hallway before landing on Victor's figure at Yuuri's door. "Is he not letting you in?"

The Russian turns towards me with a surprised expression. I guess he wasn't expecting me. I take another glance down the hallway before opening my door wider, "Come in." I say.

He slowly makes his way over, Makkachin trailing after him. I head over to sit on my bed as Victor shuts the door behind himself.

As he looks around, my face slowly heats up as I realise how my room looks. "I-ignore the posters!" I exclaim.

I haven't really had the time to go through all the old posters I've had up in my room. Even though I've been here for nearly a year already. So, there's a few childish posters.

Plus... one or two of Victor. 

Victor chuckles, "Are you fan?" My eyes drift over to the BlackPink postcard taped above my desk. I hum, "Y-yeah... Though I've fallen behind with their new songs." The Russian nods.

Finally, what I dreaded; Victor's eyes land on his own pictures. A grin spreads across his face and he turns around to face me, "Still a fan?" He asks, his eyes lit up mischievously.

A deep blush takes over my cheeks, "I-I, uh..." I stutter, trying to  speak but decide on staying quiet and looking away. 

I feel the bed dip and I quickly turn my head back. I let out a small breath as I find myself staring into the silver haired Russian's bright blue eyes.

I freeze, realising that we're inches apart, nearly touching. "You're cute when you're flustered." He says, his voice low.

My breath hitches as my blush spreads across my face more, "I probably look like a tomato..." I say. He leans closer with a smile, "Don't worry, I think it's cute.

Before anything escalates, Makkachin jumps onto the bed, going in the space between us. Causing up to both lean back.

I shake my head, clearing my thoughts from anything else before shyly looking back up to Victor. "Er... Could you do me a favour?" I ask hesitantly.

Victor nods, a curious expression, "What is it?" He asks, resting his hand on Makkachin's head. I nervously flicker my eyes between him and my hands.

"I... Could you teach me how to be able to do a quadruple flip?"

We stare at each other for while before he breaks the silence. "Of course!" He says with a smile. My eyes light up, "R-realy?" I exclaim. 

He laughs, "Only if I can ask some questions." I nod quickly, "Go ahead...!" I exclaim with a grin. Victor thinks for moment before asking, "Do you like Yuuri? Are you together?" 

My mouth opens in shock and my face turns pink in embarrassment, "N-no! With Yuuri? No way!" Victor chuckles at my reaction, "Okay. How did you start living here? Are you related?"

I smile softly, "I guess you could say that..." I glance over to the picture on my desk with the Katsuki family; plus Minako and I. 

I look back with a fond expression, "At first Minko raised me, but then she thought it was better if I lived with everyone here. But the family I was born in broke apart easily. My mother died and my father fled."