If you read my Oikawa x reader you'll already know I'm not dead but if not: IM NOT DEAD :))

"Mari! Put it away already!" I exclaimed, trying to snatch the album out of her hands.

"Yu-uri! You were so cute though," Viktor chuckled. "What a prodigy I bet you w-ere, hah."

This was to much for me to handle I should've stayed in bed. "Why are you even drunk, it's way too early in the day for that." I said to Mari.

"W-what? It's morning? Ah, geez I gotta go to beeed!" She said and pretended to yawn.

"You're telling me you never slept last night? What were you doing?"

"Oh, ya know, memories, heeeh."

I covered my face and breathed into my hands. This was much too stressful for a person half asleep.

I managed to take the album out of Mari's hands and tuck it under my arm as she whined at me. Viktor sat on the other side laughing at the scene. This is why I never get drunk.

I took the book down the hall and into my bedroom, where I crammed it onto a crowded shelf. The room was silent as I stood before the bookcase. Sigh. I felt tired even though it gotten about 9 hours of sleep.

I heard muffled footsteps grow nearer to my room. When the were loud enough, I turned around and saw Viktor standing in my doorway. His robe disheveled asking with his hair. He didn't say anything but stood with a smile on his face. It was odd how different he now seemed from when I'd seen him at competitions and even at the coffee shop.

Finally, the silver man spoke, "Yuuri, when are we gonna go ice skating? I wanna see you ice skate. Pleease?"

"I don't think you're in the right shape to skate right now," I answered.

Victor stood on his toes and twirled, putting his arms out at the end to gracefully show he was more than capable. Even if he was able to skate drunk, I couldn't even skate sober.

Victor walked closer to me whining, "Yuuri, Yuuri, Yuuri! It'll be fun please?" He was now so close that his arms were around my neck and he was slouched against me, which was you know, is very close"

"We can't, you're drunk," I persisted.

"Says who?"

I put my head up and sighed. Who would've thought I'd be saying no to skating with Viktor Nikiforav. Because, not even me.

I pried his arms away from my neck and lifted him up. "I think you should go lay down." I said. I helped him to one of the guest rooms and lay him down on the bed.

Viktor almost instantly fell asleep. His silver hair flopped sloppily, yet beautifully over his eyes and forehead. His lips were pink and glossy. Long eyelashes brushed above rosy cheeks. And the tan robe was loose around his sculpted neck and chest.

Victor was a figure sculpted my the gods, everything about him seemed mesmerising. I stood over him and smiled.

Suddenly my brain snapped out of his trance and I furrowed my brows. What an I doing? I briskly exited the room and went back into the restaurant.

Mari was still sitting in front of the table but her head was resting on her arms while she gazed mindlessly at the television. My mother smiled when she saw me.

"What a day and it's only so early!" She said. She handed me a plate of breakfast and I thanked her. "Are you going to go skating with that man?" She asked.

"Maybe," I said. And honestly I didn't know.