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Mr. Nikiforov
chapter eight // after classes

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Art class was just another usual lesson of basic art elements. I spent the class continously drifting off to sleep and catching myself in the act, knowing Phichit would give me a hard time if he caught me actually falling asleep in class. It felt like forever, but the two hours had at last gone by and class finally ended.

Sighing happily, I hoped up to my feet and slung my backpack over my shoulder, a frown still on my face from the slight headache I was still experiencing. I kept reminding myself to never drink on a school night, no matter what.

"Looks like you're in pain." Phichit pointed out as we started heading out. I looked down at my feet, my shoulders slumping.

"I am..."

Phichit sighed and placed a hand on my shoulder, shaking me a bit to get my attention. I glanced up at him and he flashed me a wide signature smile.

"How bout I make dinner tonight? It's been a while since we ate something other than instant soup." He chuckled and I felt my body lighten, my headache subside, and my heart melt with excitement. I jumped in my place and hugged Phichit tightly.

"Yes! I would love you so much! You're an angel!" I nearly cried.

The twins, who I hadn't notice were following us, skipped to our sides and gave me a confused look.

"Are you crying?"

"Somethings different." They both mentioned at the same time.

I pulled away from Phichit and scratched the back of my neck awkwardly, looking down in guilt. "I drank too much last night." I summarized.

The twins nodded, understanding, "You did." They agreed.

I felt my shoulders slump down again, the shitty feeling from before returning. No doubt I looked pitiful.

We left the building and the twins went their own way as Phichit and I said goodbye, planning the evening.

"So I'll get back at the usual time and I'll start dinner." I nodded, letting Phichit know I was listening as I unlocked my cellphone.

"I should be there by the time you get back, but just in case I'm not, I'll definitely be there by dinner time." Phichit shrugged, not bothered if I wasn't there. He probably just thinks I have something school related to do after classes, so I'll leave it at that.

"See ya then!" I waved goodbye and left in my own direction. I still had an engineering class to go to and a gym class, but (thankfully) the school seems to be doing some fixing to the gym which means class will continue to be cancelled until next week.

That meant I got to go back to our dorm faster and, for today, I will get to see Victor again sooner.

But it's not like I'm excited or anything...

My digital engineering class, also one of my most boring classes, was a good distance away from where the rest of my classes and dorm were. And to top it off, Yuri Plisetsky was part of it.

I first met that short, Russian douche back in pre school. We were very young, just after finishing our potty training, and this guy was already a complete ass. I used to be very friendly and was raised by my parents to be nice and try to make as many friends as I could, so I tried to befriend the blond kid that sat in the corner of the room all alone. I spent weeks trying to summon the courage to talk to him, and when I finally did, he was quick to send me off.

It's not like I said anything rude or had been mean to him before, yet when I sat next to him and tried as best as a four year old could to make a conversation, Yuri began to yell at me. I was confused and scared at his sudden outburst that I placed a hand on his shoulder, just like my mom would do to me every time I would get upset, that's when he threw crayons at my face and pushed me off my seat. He could have possibly attacked me even further if it wasn't for Ms. Zoe separating us and taking Yuri out of the classroom to talk to him.

After that day, I made sure to keep my distance from him and never made an effort to speak to him again. But every time we would pass by each other or make eye contact across the room, even years after that day, he would send me a nasty glare. Eventually, I grew to dislike him and his attitude as well.

Then one day, he was suddenly gone. No heads up and no goodbyes to anyone. He just vanished. A few months later I found out that his grandad had taken custody of him and took him back to Russia where he was originally from. I thought that would have been the last I'd hear from him, but ten years after the fact and he's back, to my dismay.

Back to present time, I walked straight for my seat and did my best to ignore his presence. When our seats had been assigned at the beginning of the semester, he was given the chair right behind mine. It hasn't affected me much and I've barely noticed his presence in the last few weeks. And today will be no exception.

We spend the two hour lesson talking about how to correctly use a design program and what not to do. It was fairly easy and I go it around the first hour. That still didn't make this class fun though.

"Please make sure you work on the assignment that will be emailed to you this afternoon." The professor reminded us as the class began to get ready to leave. I slid my laptop back into my backpack and double checked I didn't forget anything before walking out of the class.

I looked down at my phone to check the time.
2:52 p.m.

I took in a deep breath, reminding myself where I had to go. I felt nervous for some reason but that didn't stop me from starting my walk towards the language building a good ways across the campus.

It was a twenty minute walk of pure nervewreking silence. Unfortunately I had forgotten my earphones back in my room so I was forced to walk without listening to music to pass time. Instead, I took a good look around me.

There really wasn't anything amazing about this campus. It was somewhat magical looking the first week I got here back in my first year but the second year around isn't much. Instead, I focused my attention on the few students around.

It's not a very large campus so it was expected that a few faces seemed at least a bit familiar. There was the typical jock that I had first spotted last year, member of the cheer team, the few students whom I've shared at least one class with, and the random new faces.

"Yuri, is that you?!" I turned my head around and waved when I spotted one of my best girl friends skipping towards me. Not literally, but you know.

"Hey, MC. Haven't seen you in a while." I pointed out. She nodded, tugging a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear, her light colored eyes shinning in glee.
[A/n: Yes, eyes xD]

"It has. Where are you heading?" She was now walking beside me, I had to strain my neck a bit to look down at her, pointing over ahead.

"Language building." I was now about half way there. She raised her eyebrows a bit.

"Oh, mind if I walk with you? I was heading to the lost and found and it's in that direction, too." I shook my head, smiling at her polite tone as the tiniest of blushes crept up to my cheeks.

"I don't mind at all." She beamed, "Did you loose something?" I asked, genuinely curious.

MC has been a long time friend. She's one of the few childhood friends in this campus, which aren't as usual as you'd think. Since this college is located where there are more than a few towns surrounding it, there are people from different places attending this college. But my hometown isn't big on the idea of college so it's hard to find people from there here. Thankfully, I had at least one person I knew and trusted besides Phichit walking around.

Furthermore, not only is MC an old friend, but an old crush. Can you blame me? She's a beautiful girl and I've known her for years, so it's no surprise I developed feelings for her. As of lately though, those feelings have subsided and I can finally talk to MC again without tripping over my words and actually tripping over myself every few minutes.

But that smile has and will continue to get to me, "Actually, no. I found this phone and I was planning on taking it to the lost and found in hopes the owner finds it." She pulled out a phone from her back pocket and we both inspected it.

"Have you turned it on? Maybe there's something that could help you find the owner." I suggested.

She nodded, playing with the device in her hand, "Yeah, I'll do that before I drop it off at the office."

We continued to talk about anything we could think about. The walk to the language building was shorter than I would have liked and shortly after that conversation, we had to say goodbye.

"I'll see you around then, Yuri." MC promised. "We should go out sometime."

"Sure!"

We said a quick goodbye and I walked away, up the stairs to the front doors of the large building. If I remember correctly, this class period was their planning period so there wouldn't be any students around. Good.

I quietly walked down the hallway towards the last classroom, a bit creeped out at how quiet the building was.

I reached the door to my class and debated on whether I should knock or just go in. It didn't take long to realise I would call attention to myself if I knocked, so I went ahead and carefully opened the door.

I took a peep inside at the empty classroom. My eyes landed on the office a few feet ahead, the door slightly opened. My stomach churned as I remembered my dream.

It was only a dream, I reminded myself.

My heart unknowingly sped up as I entered the room and hesitantly walked to the office door. I leaned in closer to the opened door and held my breath.

"Okay, so what are you going to do about it?" I heard a voice ask. It wasn't a voice I had heard before, but it sent chills down my spine and back up. It was deep and commanding.

My breath hitched when I recognized Mr. Nikiforov's voice respond, "I don't know yet...it's still too early to decide."

Decide what? What are they talking about?

To my damned luck, I felt my phone slowly slip out of my pocket. In a panic, I tried to reach out for it midair only to fail, the device hitting the floor with a big crash.

I was ready to shoot myself.

"Who's there?" Mr. Nikiforov called out and I snatched my phone from the floor, stepping away from the door. I looked at the only exit behind me and thought about running out, but instead, I looked towards the office and took in a deep breath.

"Mr. Nikiforov? I-it's Yuri, I-" I dug my fingernails into my palms, nervously looking for the right words. "I came to ask you something about the lesson."

I didn't receive an immediate response and I was about ready to faint. Two seconds later, the door opened and Mr. Nikiforov stood there, shirt on and nothing out of the ordinary as a small part of me had been expecting.

He opened his mouth to say something but another man walked up to the doorway, standing by his side. My eyebrows raised as I realized who it was.

"Oh, uh, sorry. I should come back la--"

"Don't worry about it. I was just leaving." Mr. Ackerman cut me off sharply. I nodded uncertain. He turned back around to face Mr. , his expression blank. "I'll see you again tomorrow then."

Victor nodded, "Thank you, Levi."

I stepped aside to let Mr. Ackerman leave and our eyes met for a split second as he walked past me, sending me a small glare. Confused, I simply stared back as I wondered what I did to deserve that look, but I just told myself it must be his everyday expression and I'm just over thinking it.

He left without saying another word and even closed the door after him. I hadn't had the time to really think about it, but the five seconds of silence that followed afterwards made me feel anxious and I suddenly wondered why I'm really here for.

I slowly looked at Mr. Nikiforov, the awkward tension in the air present as ever. I was ready to pray for a disaster to occur so I could get out of the situation, but before I got to think about said prayer, Mr. Nikiforov broke into a smile. And not just a small, polite smile, but a wide one.

He almost looked...amused.

Just like he did this morning when he stopped me on my way inside his class.

I frowned a bit, worried he might've played some prank on me and I fell for it. But even if that was the reason behind his smile, I still couldn't help but think that he's breathtaking whenever he smiles like this.

"What's so funny?" I mumbled after a few seconds of trying not to blush over my random thought.

Victor shook his head and brought a hand up to cover his dazling smile. "Sorry, I just can't believe it." He chuckled, taking a few steps towards me until he was looming over me, his cologne throwing me off a bit.

[A/n: men's cologne is *deep breath* *inhuman noises* like in a good way xD obviously there's certain ones and definitely not middle school gym lockers type lol]

"B-believe what?" I stumbled over my words, trying to catch myself from letting him know he was getting to me.

Was this actually some type of prank?

Before I knew it, I felt something cold press against my back, the back of my heel hitting something solid. I had cornered myself against the door.

Just as I tried to walk out of my stupid move, I was unexpectedly stopped by Mr. Nikiforov. He pressed his hand to the wall next to my head and even used his larger frame to trap me. My heart raced.

What is this? Some type of bl novel?

He brought one of his hands up and pressed his finger against my chest but I restrained myself from breaking eye contact. His face slowly inched forward, his finger blindly sliding past my sweater and pinching at the fabric of my shirt underneath the thin layer.

My hands twitched and I felt like my legs would give in at any second. I stared deeply into Victor's eyes, captured in the storm they held.

I subconsciously began to lean in slowly, my heart beat now being the only thing I could hear.

Was this It? I thought to myself almost proudly.

He smirked again, the words slowly rolling off his tongue, "Has no one told you your shirt's been on inside-out all day long?"

My heart stopped for what felt like the hundredth time of the day. "...What?"

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A/n: forgive me >-<

Anywho our dear MC popped in lol and my mm fam will know what's gonna happen after she turns that phone on😏😏*internal screams* next chapter will have more characters coming up😁

As a little present for waiting and supporting me (and a sorry gift for this shitty chapter) have a cookie :3👌

EDIT: so wattpad put down my picture because it violated their guidelines😂 ok whatever sorry about that! For those who didn't know and were wondering, it was a picture of Victor sort of licking Yuri over his underwear👌 I've posted more explicit pictures before but whatever I'll post it on instagram if you really want to see it :) again, sorry😟

-love, Sai x