#viktor ff

ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ𓋹་༘࿐

The second night started with promises of professionalism. You’d laid out your notes, stocked the desk with highlighters and coffee, and told yourself—sternly—that last night had been an anomaly. A fluke.

Viktor arrived ten minutes late, looking unfairly attractive in a fitted black sweater and his usual air of irritating self-assurance.

“Late again,” you said as he strolled in.

He shrugged, setting his bag down. “You missed me, admit it.”

“I missed the peace and quiet,” you shot back, but you didn’t meet his eyes. You couldn’t. Not when the memory of last night still lingered on your lips.

The first hour passed without incident. Well, mostly. He leaned closer than necessary when pointing out edits, and you refused to acknowledge the way your pulse quickened whenever his shoulder brushed yours.

But then came the argument.

“I’m telling you, this source doesn’t support your point,” Viktor said, his tone infuriatingly calm as he slid the book across the table.

“And I’m telling you, it does,” you snapped, shoving it back toward him. “Maybe if you actually read it—”

“Oh, I’ve read it,” he interrupted, leaning forward until there were mere inches between you. “And it’s flimsy at best.”

Your glare could have melted steel. “You are so insufferable.”

“And you are so stubborn,” he shot back, his voice rising just slightly.

The room went silent. Your eyes locked, the tension between you palpable, heavy, impossible to ignore.

“Fine,” you said after a beat, your voice tight. “You’re wrong, but whatever.”

“Admitting defeat already?” he asked, smirking.

That did it. Before you could stop yourself, you stood and shoved at his chest—not hard, but enough to make your point. Viktor caught your wrists, his grip firm but careful, his smirk fading into something darker.

“You always have to fight, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice low.

Your breath hitched. “Only because you make me.”

For a moment, neither of you moved. The air between you felt electric, thrumming with everything unsaid. Then, as if pulled by some magnetic force, you surged forward, capturing his lips in a kiss that was all fire and frustration.

This time, it wasn’t tentative. His hands slid up your arms, pulling you closer, and you didn’t resist. Your back hit the edge of the table, but you barely noticed, too focused on the way his mouth moved against yours—urgent, almost desperate.

It was chaotic and reckless, and you should have stopped, should have pulled away. But you didn’t. Because despite everything—despite the rivalry, the barbs, the constant one-upping—this felt right in a way you couldn’t explain.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless. Viktor’s forehead rested against yours, his hands still on your waist.

“Well,” he said softly, his voice tinged with amusement. “That escalated quickly.”

“Shut up,” you muttered, though there was no bite to the words.

His lips curved into a small, genuine smile. “Same time tomorrow?"

You rolled your eyes, but your heart was racing in a way you couldn’t ignore.

“Maybe,” you said, stepping back.

And as he left, you knew one thing for certain: this rivalry was about to get a hell of a lot more complicated.

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The third night began with an uneasy truce between you and Viktor. After the tension of the last two nights—and the way you couldn’t stop replaying that kiss in your mind—you’d sworn to yourself that tonight would be strictly business.

Viktor, as usual, showed up ten minutes late, his excuse a lazy, “Traffic.” He strolled in with his usual smug confidence, setting his bag down like he owned the place.

Before you could get started, a knock at the door interrupted.

You frowned. “Are you expecting someone?”

Viktor raised an eyebrow. “At your place? No.”

When you opened the door, Sky stood there, smiling brightly. They were in your seminar too, and while you hadn’t considered them much of a rival, their effortless charm and easygoing nature always seemed to draw people in.

“I thought I’d drop by and see if you two needed any help with the paper,” Sky said, their tone breezy as they stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. Their gaze lingered on Viktor. “I didn’t realize I’d be interrupting such an... exclusive meeting.”

Your jaw tightened. “It’s not exclusive. We’re just busy.”

Sky ignored you, walking over to Viktor’s side of the table. “You’ve been doing most of the heavy lifting, haven’t you?” They gave him a playful smile.

Viktor, to your annoyance, didn’t immediately brush them off. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, the corner of his mouth quirking up. “Depends who you ask.”

Sky laughed, a little too loud, and perched themselves on the edge of the table—right next to Viktor. You gripped your pen tighter, forcing yourself to focus on your notes.

“So, Viktor,” Sky said, their voice dropping just slightly, “how’s it been working with the smartest person in class? Keeping you on your toes, I bet.”

Viktor shot you a look, his smirk widening. “Oh, they definitely keep things... interesting.”

You bit the inside of your cheek so hard it hurt.

Sky tilted their head, completely ignoring you now. “Well, I’m sure you’re more than capable of holding your own. I mean, you are the best speaker in the class.”

“Flattery,” Viktor said lightly, but you could see the faintest flush of color in his cheeks.

Your stomach twisted. Was Viktor actually enjoying this?

“Alright,” you cut in, slamming your notebook shut. “Are we going to work on this paper, or should I just leave you two to it?”

Sky turned to you, looking unbothered. “Relax. I’m just here to help.”

“Help how?” you asked, crossing your arms. “You don’t even have access to our research.”

Sky shrugged, their smile unfazed. “I’m good at brainstorming. And, you know, moral support.”

“Moral support,” you muttered under your breath, shooting Viktor a glare. He was still leaning back in his chair, looking far too amused by the situation.

“Don’t look at me,” Viktor said, holding up his hands. “I didn’t invite her.”

Sky leaned in closer to Viktor, her voice dropping to something almost conspiratorial. “You know, if this partnership isn’t working out, I’d be happy to team up with you on the next project. I’m sure we’d make a great team.”

You felt your nails digging into your palms. The audacity.

Viktor’s smirk faltered just slightly as his gaze flicked toward you, his expression unreadable. “I think I’m managing just fine where I am,” he said after a moment, his tone neutral.

You should have felt relieved, but the knot in your stomach only tightened. You hated how Sky’s attention toward Viktor made you feel—this prickling, restless jealousy that you couldn’t shake.

“You know what?” you said abruptly, standing. “I think I need some air. Feel free to continue flirting—I mean, brainstorming—without me.”

Before either of them could respond, you grabbed your coat and walked out, slamming the door behind you.

You hadn’t gone far—just out into the hallway, pacing back and forth as you tried to calm yourself. The jealousy was ridiculous. You had no claim on Viktor, no reason to feel this possessive.

Still, the image of Sky leaning so close to him made your blood boil.

The door opened behind you, and Viktor stepped out, his hands in his pockets. He didn’t say anything at first, just watched you pace.

“What?” you snapped, stopping in your tracks.

“I was wondering when you’d admit it,” he said casually.

“Admit what?”

He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing slightly, his voice softening. “That you like me.”

Your heart leapt into your throat. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

Viktor’s smirk returned, but there was a warmth in his gaze that made your chest tighten. “You’re terrible at hiding it, you know.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but he took another step forward, cutting you off. “For what it’s worth,” he murmured, “Sky doesn’t stand a chance.”

The words sent a rush of heat through you, but you weren’t ready to let him win. “Good,” you said, lifting your chin. “Because if she did, this paper would never get finished.”

Viktor chuckled, low and quiet, and for a moment, the tension between you softened into something almost... tender.

Then he nodded toward the door. “Should we get back to it? Or are you going to make me drag Sky out myself?”

You sighed, turning back toward the apartment. “Let’s just finish this paper before I regret partnering with you.”

But as you walked inside, Viktor’s hand brushed yours, lingering just long enough to send a spark racing up your arm.

Back in your apartment, Sky was still there, perched on the table with a book in hand, looking utterly comfortable in your space. They glanced up when you walked in, flashing you an innocent smile.

“Everything okay?” they asked, their tone sweet.

“Just fine,” you said tersely, brushing past them to reclaim your seat. Viktor followed, settling in next to you with his usual air of casual arrogance, but there was a glimmer of something different in his eyes—amusement, maybe, or satisfaction.

Sky didn’t miss the way Viktor sat closer to you than necessary, nor the way his arm brushed yours as he reached for a pen. They tilted their head, their smile faltering just slightly.

“So,” Sky said, her voice a little too bright, “what’s next on the agenda? I’m ready to dive in.”

Viktor didn’t even look at them. “Actually, we’ve got it covered.”

You blinked, glancing at him. He’d turned his attention to your notes, his expression focused but his tone deliberately dismissive.

Sky raised an eyebrow, clearly caught off guard. “Oh, really? I figured an extra set of eyes wouldn’t hurt.”

“Your input’s... noted,” Viktor said without missing a beat. “But I think we’ve got a good rhythm going.”

Sky’s smile became strained, her gaze flicking between the two of you. “Right. Well, if you’re sure.”

“We are,” you said quickly, surprising yourself. Viktor glanced at you, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

Sky lingered for another moment, clearly debating whether to push further. Finally, they sighed, gathering their things with a breezy shrug.

“Guess I’ll leave you two to it,” they said, their tone light but their eyes sharp. “Good luck with the paper.”

As the door closed behind them, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

“Well,” Viktor said, leaning back in his chair. “That was entertaining.”

You shot him a glare. “Entertaining? Sky was practically throwing herself at you.”

He smirked, turning to face you fully. “And you were practically throwing yourself out the door.”

Heat flooded your face. “I was not.”

Viktor leaned in slightly, his voice dropping. “You were jealous.”

“I was not,” you said again, though the words felt weak even to you.

His smirk softened into something more genuine. “You know,” he said, his tone quieter now, “I could’ve told them to leave the second they walked in. But I wanted to see how you’d react.”

Your heart stuttered. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re adorable when you’re jealous,” he shot back, his grin widening.

Before you could respond, he reached out, his fingers brushing against yours. The touch was light, tentative, but it sent a shiver through you all the same.

“For the record,” he murmured, “there’s no one else I’d rather work with. On this paper or... anything else.”

Your breath caught, his words settling somewhere deep in your chest. For once, you didn’t have a comeback..

Instead, you picked up your pen, trying to ignore the warmth spreading across your face. “We’re finishing this paper. No more distractions.”

“Whatever you say,” Viktor said, but the way he looked at you made it clear he wasn’t done with this conversation.

Not by a long shot.

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