Victor Nikiforov, the living legend, winner of five consecutive World Championships and five straight Grand Prix Finals - was in Yuuri's bed. Yuuri's bumpy, squeaky bed, with the Pokémon stickers peeling off the frame and the unwashed sheets.
"Smells like you," Victor mumbled, careful and coy.
Yuuri was on the verge of passing out.
Or that one time Victor finds out why Yuuri has never let him inside his bedroom because....well, we all know why...
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23 Feb 2021
08 Feb 2021
“We’re sort of a catch all kind of place- plants, obviously, some animal matter, some stones and such. More of a general store than your usual apothecary, though of course our herbal and plant section is fantastic.” He gestures around the shop. It is mostly plants, as he said, but there’s a neat section of shelves with animal matter tucked into jars, and a smaller portion with cases of crystals, throwing runes, and wands behind glass.
“What kind of projects are you buying for?” Sero asks, and Todoroki drags his attention away from the overstuffed store.
“I study wizardry with an applied focus of chaos magic at the university,” Todoroki says. He almost winces at his own stiff tone. “Uhm, high magic.”
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09 Feb 2021
When Daichi looks up from putting away the last of the silver coins, a boy is standing in front of his stall. “Hi, how can I help you,” comes out of his mouth automatically, and Daichi has never been so thankful for the automatic reflex of sales.
The boy is- beautiful. Daichi’s not prone to flights of fancy, or thinking other boys are beautiful- he can see how Kuroo is good looking, with his dark hair and darker smirk, and can see how pretty Akaashi is with their long fingers and solemn face.
But the boy in front of his market stall is incandescent, little smile turning up one corner of his mouth, eyes warm amber, a dark mole like an exclamation point on his cheek. And his hair is like starlight.
05 Mar 2020
Bakugo looks back at that, and yeah, maybe there’s something pink in Deku’s cheeks. There might be something pink in Bakugo’s cheeks, but he’s ignoring that. Instead, he snorts, says, “Of course you’d get on your knees for her, fucking Deku.”
Uraraka laughs at that. Laughs. Says, “It’s more of an equal opportunity thing.” and then has the audacity to fucking wink at him. “Though I think I do a pretty good job.”
And maybe it’s the fact that they’ve been drinking for a solid few hours, though he feels pretty sober now, or maybe it’s the way he’s been watching them be their perfect couple selves all night, or-
Whatever it is, the fact is is that he snarks, “You couldn’t fucking dom me if you tried, cheeks.”
07 Apr 2020
“You train with Bakugo?”
Uraraka frowned at the incredulous tone of her voice. As incredulous as Tsuyu’s deadpan got, anyway. “Yeah, just some sparring and some quirk work. Nothing crazy.”
“He really must have changed. Last time Kaminari asked to work with him he near bit his head off.”
The beer bottle shot a little higher with Uraraka’s surprise. “Release,” she called, and neatly caught it when it dropped. “Really? He’s the one who asked me.”