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Mr. Nikiforov
chapter three // thrilling relationships
 
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Shocked and speechless, I quickly got up to my feet and looked down, my face flushing in emberassment. I watched as he snatched a few pages from the floor before quickly standing back up as well, both of us avoiding making eye contact.

"What are you doing here?" I whispered, unable to bite my tongue and hold back my curiosity. I needed to know if this was really true or if I was just hallucinating all of this.

"What are you doing here?" He shot back, his eyebrows knotting together in a frown.

I opened my mouth to explain that I am a student here but was interrupted by another person rushing into class late. Thankfully, this time, they didn't run me over and nearly kill me.

But god...how I wish they had.

"Sorry class I'm la--" He stopped in his tracks as our eyes met.

Victor?!

The three of us crowded by the entrance stood there in silence, not knowing what to do or what to say. I felt like throwing up or punching a wall, whichever would get me out of there faster. But before I could do something irrational, Victor cleared his throat and broke eye contact with me.

"What are you doing here?" He asked none other than Yuri Plisetsky, my life long rival since childhood and old neighbor. As far as I knew, he had moved back to Russia with his grandfather some years ago, so what is he doing here?

"What do you mean what am I doing here? This is my class." Yurio harshly spit back, not bothering to use manners.

Do they know each other? My eyebrows furrowed and I watched as Victor simply shook his head and walked away from us, not bothering to acknowledge my existence.

Alright then...

I sighed and began to walk into class, heading over to the back where Seven was sitting, curiosity written all over his features. He's a smart guy, I don't doubt he's already figured somethings going on.

"Alright, class, my name is Mr. Nikiforov and I will be your French teacher. This is my first year teaching full time so bare with me." Victor began as he set down his bag and laptop on his desk at the front of the class. His blue eyes scanned the crowd and lastly met mine for a short second before he looked away again.

"Est-ce que quelqu'un parler français?"
(Does anyone speak French?)

The whole class grew quiet to the point were it was almost deafening. Slowly, about three students raised their hands shyly above their head, enough for Victor to see. He nodded and sighed a bit, my eyes focusing on his lips a a bit longer than needed.

"I see, then we'll start with the basics."

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"Okay, you're all free to go." Vict--Mr. Nikiforov announced. Everyone gathered their belongings before starting to file out of the classroom. I took my time putting my notebook and pen away, my thoughts somewhere else.

I was snapped out of my day dream when Seven waved his hand in front of my face, "Yuri~"

"Huh? What?"

"You've been off all period, what's up with you?" I sighed and fixed my glasses up my nose, shaking my head in dismissal.

I tossed my backpack over my shoulder and began to walk towards the exit, "It's nothing. Just a bit tired." I kind of lied.

Clearly, Seven didn't believe me, but before he could call me out on my lie, I was stopped by Mr. Nikiforov by the entrance.

"Could I have a word with you?" Victor asked, his eyes pleading.

Now you want to talk?

I looked back at Seven and he just shrugged, a bit confused. "Guess I'll see you later then."

No wait, don't leave me!

Seven waved a quick goodbye then walked out of the class, leaving me and Victor alone in the large auditorium-like classroom. I cleared my throat and raised my eyebrows, my confidence faltering when his eyes met mine.

"What is it?" I asked uncertainly.

"Why didn't you tell me you're a college student?" Victor hissed, going from calm to intimidating alarmingly fast. My heartbeat sped up and my palms began to sweat. "You're a minor working in a strip club? What the hell were you thinking?!"

Shit, is he going to report me? No, he can't, he would have to admit to messing with a minor, one of his students at that, and that would damage his record and he would most likely lose his job.

With new-found confidence, I shot him a glare and held my head high, "What I was thinking and the reason I work there is none of your business."

"None of my business?" Victor growled, his tone threatening but his appearance over all collected. "You didn't tell me you're a minor. And to think that we almost--" Victor stopped himself mid-sentence and took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Just...Just promise me you'll forget about what happened and not tell anyone about it."

I pursed my lips into a straight line, suddenly bothered by his request. Sure I had initially decided on forgetting about what happened yesterday in the private room, but hearing those words from his own lips...kind of hurts. I'm sure it must be my pride and ego thinking right now, but I don't want him to simply forget how he was basically begging for me not even twenty hours ago.

And so I cleared my throat, stood up as tall as I could, and decided to change the subject, "You're getting mad at me for not telling you this, when you didn't tell me you're a professor?!"

Victor's eyes widened for a second, surprised at my sudden outburst. Quickly, he composed himself and his eyes narrowed.

"Why would that have been important? I didn't know you were a student!"

"And I didn't know you were a professor!" I shot back equally as loud. Our chests rose and fell in anger, neither of us making eye contact.

"Listen, this isn't--"

"I'd love to chat, but I have to go,"I muttered, "I have art class in a couple of minutes. See you tomorrow, Mr. Nikiforov." I interrupted in a monotone.

I walked out of the classroom before Victor could stop me and left the building as fast as I could. The second the fresh air of the afternoon hit my face, I let out a deep breath and pulled at my hair, wanting to scream or cry from the stress.

"What the hell am I doing?!" I whisper-yelled, baffled. "You're such an idiot!"

"What?" My head snapped up and I made eye contact with a freshman, his grey eyes narrowing.

"Oh, I was talking to myself. My bad." I gave him my best apologizing smile and the raven guy gave me a simple nod before walking away.

What a weird guy, I thought to myself as I began to walk to the building over. [A/N: psst~ that was JJ xD]

Not longer after that, I reached the art building where my next class was in. Thankfully, my classroom was the first room to the right, which meant a quick entrance and a quick exit.

Quite happy with the classroom, I walked in and took a seat in the far back as any normal person would do. Just as I took a seat, a hand landed on my shoulder, startling me.

"About time you made it, Yuri!" Phichit smiled, taking the seat next to mine. I sighed a bit and nodded, my energy drained for some reason. "Have you made any new friends?" Phichit asked with his cheerful smile still on his face.

I shrugged, "Luciel and I have class together and he introduced me to a friend." Phichit nodded and patted my shoulder excitedly.

"Let me introduce you to someone then! Hey, guys, come over here!" I turned in my seat and watched as two guys strolled over, a skip in their step. My eyebrows raised, a bit surprised at their appearance.

"Hi, nice to meet you, Yuri!" They said in unision, scaring me the tiniest bit. But their smiles were wide and their eyes shone with glee.

Phichit must've told them my name, I told myself.

"Nice to meet you..." I trailed off, not knowing their names.

"My name's Kaoru," the one on the left introduced himself, stretching his hand out.

"And I'm Hikaru!" The other one added, also stretching his hand out. I slowly shook hands with each one, a bit taken aback with their spontaneous personalities. The fact that they're twins makes a bit more difficult to take it in.

[A/N: in case anyone doesn't know who they are/what they look like :) they're my twincest bubys😏👀]

"Guess what!" Phichit jumped in after our introductions. He squeezed himself in between the twins and wrapped his arms around them, a wide grin on his face, his eyes growing with every word, "The twins are members of a host club in the third floor! We should visit some time!"

"A host club?" I repeated. The trio nodded. They have one here? "Oh, sure, we'll go when we have a chance."

"Great! We have the perfect host for you!" Hikaru winked, nudging Phichit in a teasing way. Phichit giggled and talked a bit more with the twins before the professor walked in and the gingers left to their own seats, leaving me and Phichit alone.

The perfect host, huh?

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I pushed the door to my dorm open and tossed my backpack and shoes off to the side by the entrance. After locking the door behind me, I dragged myself to my room and plopped on the bed, exhausted thanks to the lack of sleep I had last night, various shocks from today, and pointless learning shoved inside my brain.

But at last, I was in bed.

I sighed deeply and closed my eyes, thankful for this moment. Unsurprisingly, the blissful moment was short lived and reality came crashing in.

I jolted up in shock, my head finally wrapping around my head completely. Victor is my teacher. We almost had sex. I gave him a strip tease and we made out.

Just...how?

Suddenly, I reached for my pocket and pulled out my cellphone, going to my text messages. At the top of the screen was a text from an unknown number--the text message I had sent myself last night from Victor's phone.

I have his freaking number.

I quickly saved his number as Unknown, something I normally save new people's contact info as. For a moment I debated whether I should text him, but I decided not to and instead sent a text to the one I should be questioning for all of this.

Afterwards I brought out my earphones and layed down to sleep while listening to music. The sun shone in through the window and I watched the rays of sunlight across the room.

Just as I began to drift off to sleep, my phone dinged, a message appearing across the lock screen.

Jumin: Why are you asking? I remember you said you'd love something as thrilling as a teacher/student relationship