A sketch I made back when I started to think about making this story! This is how I see Victor's class, except the desks are those long single ones you find in college instead of individual ones like in the drawing if that makes sense ._.

The '???' will make sense later :3

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Mr. Nikiforov
chapter six // feelings
  
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"I still don't think this was a very good idea," I whispered, looking over my shoulder at the group of guys walking out of the music room, locking the door behind them.

"You could always leave, Yuri. But, please, give it a chance." Phichit whispered back, smiling softly at me.

"And by 'it' do you mean, going out for drinks or him?" I asked, motioning at Yato with a nudge of my head. Phichit beamed.

"Both. When was the last time you were in a relationship?" Our conversation was cut short when Hikaru, Kaoru, Yato, and Phichit's new friend, Kyoya, reached us.

"Oh, ready to go?" Phichit asked and they all nodded. It seems like Kyoya is the serious, professional type of person. In a way, the opposite of what Phichit's interests would be, but it seems to be working quite fine. They've been getting along for the past hour, and I can tell Phichit is at least a bit interested.

And on my case, there's Yato. He's slightly taller than me, has somewhat long, dark purple hair and a pair of light, captivating eyes. I found myself comparing them to Victor's at one point, but I quickly scolded myself and ignored that thought. Yato is more on the happy, talkative side than Kyoya is. And although there are times when he acts the same as the twins, he can also be serious and pay full attention every time I answer one of his random questions.

"So, how come you ended up joining the club?" I decided to ask after walking for a few minutes, trying my best to keep this thing from getting awkward. If I was going to go get drinks, I at least want it to be tolerable.

Yato took long, but slow strides beside me, stuffing his hands into his jacket he had changed into before leaving the music room.

"I suppose I just like to help others whenever possible." He shrugged, "Much like a God would do." He grinned and I actually cracked a smile.

"God Yato?" I chuckled and he laughed.

"Yeah, well, I might just be an up-and-coming stray God for now...but someday I may stand as the lands highest god." He joked, raising a fist in mock determination. Or, at least, it seemed that way.

We continued to talk about some random things about each other like we've been life long friends. I wasn't so sure about this just a few minutes ago, but Yato really isn't that bad. I was actually having fun.

We all got into Kyoya's car, since it was the biggest, and he insisted it was best if he drove. It would've been normal if it wasn't for the fact that it wasn't Kyoya driving but a chauffer.

Damn rich people.

On the ride to the bar Yato and I continued to talk and it was when Yato mentioned that he was in his last year of college that I realized something. I awkwardly turned to look at Phichit and nudged his side getting his attention before leaning in to whisper softly.

"Uh, how do you plan to go into the bar? Did you forget we're underage?" Phichit smiled.

"Don't worry, I have our fake IDs." I frowned a bit.

"Does he know?" I asked, looking behind him at his new guy friend. Phichit nodded simply. "And he's okay with it?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yeah."

The conversation ended there and I was a bit surprised that someone like Kyoya was okay with us using fake IDs. I might not know the guy personally, but he looks like the type of person who was raised in a strict household and sticks to the rules. To say it threw me off a bit would be an understatement.

"Everything alright?" Yato frowned a bit, taking notice of my sudden change in mood.

"Oh, yeah. I was just...thinking." I flashed him a smile. Does he know we're underage? Should I tell him?

The car came to a stop at last and we all filed out of the black vehicle. I looked at the building we were standing outside of and turned to give Phichit a confused glance.

We weren't outside our usual, downtown bar. We were outside the entrance to a nice, expensive looking bar that seemed more like a private club in all honesty.

Judging by Phichit's looks on his face, he didn't know about this either and was as surprised as me.

"Shall we go in then?" Kyoya asked, a slanted, satisfied smirk growing on his lips as he pushed his glasses up his nose.

The single man standing by the entrance gave us a look and nodded at Kyoya before opening the door for us without asking for our IDs or even giving us a second glance. I smiled widely.

The interior was just as I thought it would be. The place was mainly dim and had tables neatly placed all around, just like a coffee shop would. But when I turned to the bar to my left, there were only liquor bottles portrayed in the back, confirming it was a bar.

We silently followed Kyoya to a table on a corner, passing by a table where three business men were sitting. We soon took a seat in one of the halfmoon booths, the group taking to each other in a considerable volume.

I took my own seat in between Kaoru and Yato, somewhat across from where Phichit was sitting beside Kyoya. The place was more than what we were used to, but it wasn't bad at all. Although I doubt Phichit and I will be ever coming back here on our own.

Kyoya spoke up, "What would you guys like to drink?"

"Sapphire martini!" The twins jumped in in unision. Kyoya nodded.

"Anything you'd like to order?" Yato turned to me, smiling brightly. His eyes were slightly closed and he inched his head to the side just right, letting the soft lights cast a shadow over his face in all the right places. His arm was resting on the booth behind me, not touching me, but just resting there casually.

Yato really was good looking and anyone could see that, no doubt.

I felt my face heat up a bit and I looked down at the dark table in front of us.

"Maybe some sake?" I offered. Yato nodded.

"Sure. I'll be back then." Both Kyoya and Yato stood to bring our drinks, leaving me and Phichit alone with the twins.

Before either of us could get a word in, the twins each slid next to our individual sides and flashed us a cheeky grin.

"So..?" They teased.

Phichit and I made eye contact and he bit his bottom lip, trying to hold back a smile. I instantly knew. I had seen that look once before when he found a boy he liked back in high school.

I felt happy for my best friend.

Hikaru fell into a conversation with Phichit and Kaoru wasn't far behind from his brother.

"You like him." He claimed.

I tore my eyes from Phichit and jumped back a bit when I turned to come face to face with Kaoru, his nose brushing against mine on accident. My ears heated up as I instantly avoided his eyes.

"I-I'm not sure." I responded truthfully. Liking someone was something I hadn't experienced since middle school and I have never been good at dealing with my emotions. So saying I like Yato this early on is sort of a long shot.

"Hm. Is it the jersey?" I shook my head in amusement.

"You know, I've had to go to the restroom for a while now." I mumbled. "Do you know where it is?"

Kaoru nodded and pointed off somewhere across the room. "Over there, to your right."

I thanked him and excused myself from the table before making my way over to the restroom, keeping my head low as I ignored the people around. There was definetely more people than downtown and most seemed to be either business men or from wealthy families, plus a few women here and there.

I slid into the small hallway and walked down until I came across the restrooms. I opened the door and went inside, going straight for a sink before letting out a deep breath. I looked at my reflection and frowned at myself upon noticing the red stains on my cheeks.

I slapped my face softly. "Stop it." I mumbled.

I knew the conversation with Kaoru would have gotten akward real fast if I didn't get out of there. Yato seems like a good guy, the type who yearns for a loving relationship, and I can't give him that. We can't go past that boundary I've set.

Taking one final breath, I washed my hands out of boredom, trying to waste a bit more time before heading back. We were here to have fun; I don't need to humiliate myself with unnecessary thoughts.

The door to the restroom opened and I heard someone step in. Uninterested, I kept my head down and finished washing my hands. Instead of the footsteps continuing past me, I heard them stop suddenly. Curious, I looked up at the mirror and my eyes widened.

Victor met my eyes in the mirror and he looked just as confused and surprised as I did. Quickly, I broke eye contact and stepped away from the sink, going to the air dryer and placing my hands under, relaxing a bit behind the loud noise.

I felt the tips of my ears getting warm; from anger or shyness, I couldn't tell.

Once my hands were dry, I removed them, the loud noise echoing a bit inside the restroom.

"...from me." Victor finished.

Frowning I looked back at him over my shoulder to see if he was talking to me. I expected him to be on his phone but he was a few feet away, staring at me with a somber look.

"Uh, what?" I awkwardly asked. Victor sighed, looking at the wall beside him before meeting my eyes again.

"I said I'm sorry for what I said earlier today. I shouldn't have asked you to drop the class--it was very unprofessional from me." It was quiet after that and I was taken by surprise. I didn't know what to say to that. I definetely hadn't expected an apology.

A bit touched, I opened my mouth to forgive him, but then I remembered how uncaring he has been about this whole situation. I had tried to approach him, but he is clearly against having any type of connection with one of his students. And without caring about my feelings, he just decided to throw that night away.

Wait...my feelings?

Overtaken by the anger inside me, I pushed my glasses a bit up my nose and hid all type of emotion. "Maybe it was, but it doesn't matter. I'm changing my classes tomorrow morning. So don't worry, you won't see me again and you won't have to pretend to care anymore."

I began to walk out of the restroom but Victor pushed the door closed once again, stepping in front of me a bit. My jaw opened at his bold move.

"What are you--"

"I said I'm sorry!" Victor cut me off. "You don't have to drop your class, Yuri. I was wrong."

"Why do you care if I drop it or not?" I deadpanned. "Isn't it what you've wanted since you found out I was your student?"

Victor flinched a bit at my words, and he seemed hurt. Clearly less confident, Victor mumbled softly, "I just don't know what to do..."

I stayed quiet, wanting him to continue. Maybe a part of me wanted to hear the rest of what he has to say out of curiosity, but the other part of me was blindly hoping to hear what I've been unknowingly wanting to hear all along.

"You're my student. A minor one at that." Victor started again. "What happened that night shouldn't had happened. Not to mention that you work at a strip club. I've just been so confused."

"About your sexuality?" I asked.

"No," Victor's cheeks flushed red. "I've known I'm gay for years now." His eyes met mine and I could see his walls beginning to crumble down a bit. "I was confused because even though we know it's illegal, you kept coming at me. I tried to ignore it, but I just couldn't forget. So I tried to push you away. But when I saw you leave today, I realized that I didn't want that. I don't know how to explain it."

I released the breath I hadn't realized I was holding in and let his words process in my head. I stepped away from the door and he followed me but made sure to keep his distance.

Exhausted with the conversation, I shook my head at him. "What are you doing here?" I mumbled.

Victor raised his eyebrows, "Here? It was another teachers birthday so a few people from staff came to celebrate and--"

"That's not what I meant." I stopped him. "What is it that you want from me? You told me to leave you alone and change classes, and now this." I motioned at the space between us. "Which one is it?"

Just as Victor was about to respond, the door opened and a man in a suit walked in, a confused look on his face as he looked at us. Awkwardly, I forced a smile on my lips and hoped this didn't look wrong. The man walked towards the urinals and I left the restroom, Victor catching up to me as we walked down the hall back towards the main area.

"How did you even get in here?" Victor asked once he caught up to me.

"Well..." I trailed off.

"Oh, Yuri! I was just coming to look for you." Yato appeared in front of us, his smile fading a bit when he noticed Victor.

"Sorry. I got distracted a bit." I looked over at Victor and he was looking at Yato with a blank stare. Once he felt my eyes on him, Victor looked down at me, the wall in his eyes back up on guard and the warmth was gone once again. "Uh...thanks again. I'll think about what I'll be doing."

I moved over to Yato's side and Victor looked at the two of us with an unreadable emotion. He fixed the sleeves of his shirt rolled up his arms, and nodded coldly.

"Please do. See you tomorrow, Mr. Katsuki."

And just like that, Victor went back to his usual, emotionless self and walked away. Leaving me and Yato standing in the hall with a thick tension still in the air.

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A/N: please let me know if you guys are enjoying this♡ and as some of you may know from instagram I've actually been considering making a mafia AU for Victuri, but it's still not official. I also want to focus on this story before moving on to others, but let me know if you guys would be up for one! There's probably some out there already, but maybe someone would like to read one in my..writing style? Is that a thing? Yeah._. I probably dont have a very good one, but either way, let me know what you all think!

Also, my followers on instagram get to know things earlier than here since (in a way) Im more active there :)
  
  

-Sai