lucycamui: crimson-chains:Magical Monday!!! OWOVicious is a man of honor at least~Won’t peak a

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Magical Monday!!! OWO

Vicious is a man of honor at least~
Won’t peak at Eros without the protective glasses ^w^

The problem with having anxiety and confidence issues was that no matter how much Yuuri logically reasoned that telling Victor the truth would be a positive thing, his mind liked working overtime to convince him of the opposite. It told him that, as much as Victor admired Eros, he would not want to date him and thus would break up with Yuuri as a result. It told him that Victor did not actually admire Eros, having only jumped on the fan bandwagon for personal gain, and thus would break up with Yuuri as a result. It told him that Victor would be furious at Yuuri for having kept the secret while they dated and thus would break up with Yuuri as a result. It told him that no matter what happened, by some bad luck, some cosmic twist of unfair fate, Victor would break up with him as a result.

It was dumb, Yuuri knew it was dumb, but that was what he had to work through. He had to talk himself back from the ledge because running from confrontation was so much easier in the short-term, no matter what the long term desire happened to be. He had to tell himself, repeatedly, what he knew, knew, to be true.

Victor liked him. Victor sent him adorable selfies with Makkachin in the mornings and texted him goodnight. Victor laughed at his jokes and flirted and never teased Yuuri more than he could take. Victor put up with being left hung out to dry for two days straight and took joy at being taken on a makeup date at the most pretentious restaurant in the city. Victor had choreographed and rehearsed a full-on magical musical number, simply to cheer Yuuri up. Well, and to stick it to the villain showing him up. Though, Yuuri did like to think it was more done with his smile in mind. Victor was beyond anything he deserved, but his short skirt be damned if Yuuri was not going to try to earn him.

Yuuri took in a breath, slow, calm steady. Grounding himself. The only way forward was to jump. “I’m—” Or tiptop. He could tiptoe across, keep an eye on the line in case some obstacle came barreling back. He squeezed Victor’s hands and tiptoed forward.

“I really like you. Every day is kinda—uhhh, I’m so not good with this kind of thing—ummm, it’s just… nice. I like seeing you, I like spending time with you. You make me really comfortable even though this right now probably isn’t a good example of that. My point is! I like you. But I really need to tell you something and I don’t know how to do it that isn’t gonna make things weird for a bit, so… lemme just say it because you deserve to know even if it changes your opinion of me. Okay. Here goes. Victor, I…” he stalled. Come on Yuuri, out with it. Say the words. Two words, that was all. Easy words. A single syllable each, nothing to be tongue-tied about. Say it, Yuuri. Say the words. Say it and be done with it and deal with the consequences whatever they may be, whether it be getting dumped or being magically teleported to a certain apartment hallway for a certain passionate activity with a certain crush of his. Boyfriend. Certain boyfriend of his. Say it, Yuuri, for fuck’s sake! “I’m—”

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