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Burning Up
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1k, Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, T-rating, for the @yurionice-secretsanta and for my giftee @vanille-n-chocolate
Summary:Â Yuri is famously apt for ballet and for ice-skating, or so all of the adults have whispered. With all of his unrelenting passion and dedication and a hardhearted perspective of winning. No acceptance of failure would be tolerated. The very moment that Otabek looked into Yuri's eyes, during that ballet lesson, he believed every word they said about Yuri. And Otabek wants it for himself too. To be the best.
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Merry Christmas! i didnât really know what you liked so I just did thisâŚaccept my 8,000 words worth of love for you!!!
Phichit was just a day before the second semester. College wasnât that bad. In fact the classmates heâs with were pretty friendly (some of them are kinda useless at group presentations though.) The rooms were very nice. He managed to make his dorm feel more like home just about two weeks ago. His roommate wasnât as bad as he thought he might be. (Heâs almost never there. In fact Phichit might have seen him a grand total of six times. Other than that, he had no problem.) He could have gotten worse, he often reasoned with himself. Over all, he might think his decision to study in America was going in smoothly. The only things thatâs been an issue so far was the godforsaken weather and the Russian Roulette game between landing on a fun, caring teacher, versus a devil incarnate teacher that thrives on the suffering of their students.
Phichit did not enjoy dealing with his previous professors. (Phichit learned that the devil is not, in fact a he, but was actually a she. And she goes by the name Lilia Baronovskaya.) Anyway long story short, Phichit was not exactly lucky with his professors last semester. This semester though, heâs hoping he could get a really awesome and caring one at best, to mildly indifferent at worse.
Basically, from what Phichit had heard, the one he had to worry the most for this semester was organic chemistry.
There were only two people worth noting, anybody other than that would mean tranquil waters.
His safest bet was professor Cialdini. He was a lax teacher. In fact, heâs often out if town and classes under him were often cancelled. Though gives out good grades easily, youâll hardly learn anything this semester. If all you wanted was to pass, then this was the right place for you.
Then thereâs professor Katsuki.
He was the newly accepted professor from the previous semester and thereâs little to no information about him. There wasnât enough data to make a definite opinion of how he really is. Some people say heâs too strict, too serious. He was often seen glaring at everything he ever looks at. His dark eyes were things of nightmares and nobody had ever endured his glare. You do not want him as a panelist for your thesis presentation. Also, do not upset him in your first day.
Phichit had to admit the new professor was pretty intimidating, but so long as it was not Baronovskaya, Phichit would take it anytime. Phichit was not actually ready to go through the ninth circle of hell right after he crawled out of it. He barely passed last semester and heâd fought tooth and nail for that barely passing grade but heâs perfectly convinced that nobody can get any worse than her.
Now here he was sitting in organic chemistry, waiting for what could be his salvation or damnation.
Ten minutes passed. People were slowly packing up their stuff, ready to go home after the fifteen minute mark.
Twelve minutes.
Their professor was still nowhere to be seen. The only guy who arrived was the latecomer in a hoodie and a black backpack who entered the room with long purposeful strides. He was sweaty, obviously trying not to get late on his first day. Lucky for him the professor wasnât around yet.
âHey nerd! Maybe you wanna chill a bit? The prof isnât even here yet.â Some guy at the back teased. He looked brash and loud, the regular asshole stereotype. His lackeys laughed even though there wasnât anything really funny. Yes, the man was starting to play the role of the arrogant bastard in those clichĂŠ Hollywood movies.
The hoodie dude stared at the guy, his eyes were dark and cutting, just a little bit annoyed. Somehow Phichit had a bad feeling about it.
The hoodie guy ignored the remark and instead placed his bag down, uncapped a whiteboard marker he apparently had been keeping in his pocket, and wrote on the board in a neat script.
Professor Yuuri Katsuki, Organic Chemistry I
Phichit could see the arrogant bastardâs face slowly pale at every letter added on the board.
Professor Katsuki turned back and looked the man in the eye, in which the man ended up standing rigid in place.
âNow that you all know my name I believe we can start by looking over what we will be discussing over the semester. We shall also discuss my criteria in grading. That way you will know if you will fail by the end of the semester.â Professor Katsuki never left his gaze from the man, making sure to look at him especially at the word fail.
Phichit then understood what the rest meant when they said professor Katsuki was someone you didnât want to piss off.
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âI think Iâm going to flunk organic chemistry.â Phichit mumbled as they met up with his friends for lunch.
âWho did you get?â Guang-Hong piped up from beside Leo.
âKatsuki.â Phichit burrowed his face in his face in his arms.
Leo patted his head in consolation. âThere there. Iâm sure heâs not that bad.â
Phichit responded with a groan. âHe gave us a test in our first day. I failed gloriously.â
Guang-Hong and Leo smiled at him with sympathy. âMaybe heâs not actually that scary. Heâs just mysterious and people fear things they donât understand, see?â Ah thatâs Guang-Hongâs wise words for you.
âI like Katsuki.â Was the first thing Seung-gil said the entire lunch break.
âOf course you do. Youâre almost alike.â Phichit moaned his miseries. âPlus youâre pretty smart. Thereâs no way he could fail you.â
Seung-gil shrugged and continued to eat his lunch. It wasnât quite helping Phichitâs case. Maybe it was time to accept that he was just unlucky with his professors.
âAnyway, any of you want to hang out in my place later? We could binge FMA.â Phichitâs pretty sure his roommate wonât mind. He hadnât seen the man in weeks now. Their schedules just never seemed to match.Â
âYeah, Iâm down for some alchemy action. Iâll bring drinks.â Guang-Hong grinned.
âHey! Iâll bring popcorn. Seung-gil wanna come?â Leo asked.
When the Korean nodded without much protest, they let out a big whoop of excitement.
âGreat! Let me set it up.â Phichit decided to forget about organic chem for now. Thatâs a problem for his future self.
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No matter how much Phichit wanted to dislike professor Katsuki, he really couldnât find it in him. He taught his material well. In fact, Phichit had learned more about organic chemistry under the man than any other professor. He actually understood what he was doingâŚmost of the time.
The only problem was that heâs very particular with their lab experiments. That, and it didnât change the fact that he was scary and intimidating as fuck. Nobody knew anything about him and his life outside class, not even the other teachers.(Some guys tried to ask professor Cialdini about him. Even he was unable to answer anything remotely interesting.)
There a few things one would know from Professor Katsuki and Phichit had made a list:
1.) Heâs often mistaken as a kid despite being on his mid-twenties or something.
2.) He loves worn down hoodies and is not exactly helping the case above.
3.) Heâs hella freakin smart
Phichit thinks number three was already obvious. The way he talked about his subject sounded so professional and yet itâs understandable, stripped to the basics unlike pretentious people who cannot explain things in layman terms. Phichit appreciates that heâs open to questions and would answer them in the easiest possible way. Although, asking him kinda does need some courage. The glare also seem to soften when heâs discussing. Itâs subtle but there.
They just discovered about a fourth on the list though. That was when they managed to cram two and a half lesson in less than two meetings.
4.) He hates wasting time.
Everything was on the rush under professor Katsuki, but it was a calculated rush. You can miss any other subject, all but organic chemistry with professor Katsuki. On one hand, they actually made good use of their textbook and it was not bought for nothing. In fact, they were nearly half way. On the other hand, the stress of one session was killing them all. Phichitâs brain was on fire. His mind says doctor but his heart screams rice farmer in the rural areas of Thailand.
Phichit wanted to think he cared about his students despite the outer persona he shows, the strict teacher. Someone did fall asleep in front of him while he was discussing about acid-base chemistry. Everybody sucked in their breath when they saw him approach the unknowing student. Nobody dared move. The sound of Mizuno rubber shoes (yes Mizuno, everything he owns are slapped with Mizuno labels.) on tiled floors felt so loud as he walked towards the unsuspecting Emil Nekola.
âMr. Nekola.â He nudged his shoulder gently. He was responded with a groan. He tried again. âMr. Nekola.â Still a groan. He turned to the person beside him with a sigh. âPlease take him to the nurseâs office,â He said. âIâd rather you take absence than to get sick.â
The person next to him nodded and immediately helped to bring Nekola to the clinic.
âI know I asked you to limit your absences from this class at the first day, but do not compromise your health for this. Itâs pointless when you canât even absorb what Iâm discussing about. Itâs a waste of time. Rest is being productive too. I am more than willing to give you extra time to catch up when youâre sick.â He said. Phichit then thought, maybe he wasnât really that bad. Maybe he just needed a little warming up.
âNow,â The professor continued. âWe still have to answer three worksheets before the period ends and I will let you bring home two more to be checked next meeting.â
The class groaned. One glare from Katsuki and they immediately shut up.
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âThe man is a taskmaster.â Phichit threw his bag haphazardly on the floor as he opened the door. âI give up. Iâm going to be a rice farmer in the outskirts of Thailand. Maybe a goatherd in the Swiss Alps. That way nobody will bother me.â
Seung-gil, Guang-Hong, and Leo were waiting for him in his dorm room. Surprisingly it was left open. Maybe his roommate forgot to lock it? Nothing seemed to be missing though, thankfully. But Phichit wouldâve wanted to talk to his roommate about safety.
Phichit glanced at the TV screen and yelped when he realized the opening sequence was already playing. Haikyuu was on the screen.
âHey! Donât start without me you little shits.â Phichit kicked off his shoes and shoved Leo to scoot over the bed. Guang-Hong giggled and Seung-gil just groaned.
âWeebs.â Phichit rolled his eyes, squeezing between Guang-Hong and Seung-gil.
âYouâre a weeb too. Shut up.â Leo snorted. Phichit smacked him in the face with his pillow. Leo retaliated.
They all paused when the door opened and a tall pale man with long braided blond hair entered the room.
âOh.â Was what he said. It was Phichitâs roommate.
âHey. You donât mind me having people overâŚright?â Phichit asked with hesitation. The guy was wearing this deep scowl that somehow reminds Phichit of someone.
The guy looked over where the four of them were sitting. Then to the TV screen.Â
âIs that Haikyuu?â He asked, eyes never leaving the screen.
âYeah.â Phichit shuffled uncomfortably. What was it with the people around him and their intensity? It didnât help that he was wearing a leopard print leather jacket and had the heaviest Russian-like accent as if he was a bond villain. The man slid his gaze back to Phichit in a disenchanted way with grace that only he could possibly do. Tension. There was this invisible tension in the room.
âWhatever. Do whatever you want.â The guy said after picking up his bag and leaving the room as quickly as he came.
When they were sure he already left, the four let out a deep exhale. Seriously, talk about intense people.
âHey, have you heard? Thereâs going to be a fire drill tomorrow.â Leo said in an attempt to bring back the fun atmosphere from a while ago.
âUhâŚreally?â Phichit mumbled, distracted.
Fire drills mean cancelled classes. So long as it doesnât fall on organic chemistry, itâs all going to fine.
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âMidterms is fast approaching,â Professor Katsuki started. âWeâll try doing this as fast as we can. The exam is a collaboration between the other professors and you might miss some items because we havenât discussed it.â
Just as he started writing on the board, the fire alarm went off.
âFuck.â Katsuki hissed. His eyes narrowed into slits as he ran a hand through his hair. He stared at the class, which everyone averted.
âLetâs pretend we didnât hear that.â He decided and continued writing on the board. The class continued taking down notes that was, until the door opened and professor Cialdini entered.
âDr. Katsuki, we-â
He paused, staring at professor Katsuki who only stared back. A quiet conversation was exchanged between the two until professor Cialdini merely nodded and left the room without any other word.
There were two things that registered to Phichit and so he added to the list of things he knew about professor Katsuki:
4.) Professor Katsuki had finished his PhD. Otherwise he wouldnât be called doctor.
5.) His deadly stare could bring down even professor Cialdini.
There were distinct noises outside. A familiar sharp female voice was giving a rather long lecture. Phichit knew that berating voice all too well.
It was professor Baronovskaya. She was not pleased.
Professor Cialdini reentered the room, stared at Katsuki with remorse. This time Professor Katsuki sighed.
âOkay. Since we wonât be able to discuss this, I will hold a tutorial this Saturday. Anybody can sit in. We can discuss the things you didnât understand too. For now please form two lines and proceed to safety.â
Phichit added another one to the list and somehow this added some sort of comfort inside him.
6.) Even Katsuki isnât exempted from Baronovskayaâs wrath.
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Phichit started searching professor Katsukiâs social media once more. (A lot had tried and a lot had failed. Phichit is one of them too.) Either he lived his life as a hermit and didnât own any SNS or it was in Japanese because there really was nothing.
On the other hand, searching for Yuuri Katsuki on Google can produce a lot of different articles, mostly thesis dissertations and research proposals. His name appears on different news articles too, albeit it was all in Japanese so there was no way to understand it.
Either way, Phichit added a couple more to his list:
7.) The man was currently twenty seven years old and he received his doctorate just last year.
8.) Dr. Katsuki was a famous name in the world of academia.
9.) The man was hecking smart.
The man published books. He was highly acclaimed. Phichit really shouldnât be dumbstruck, but he was. He shut his laptop with a resolute sigh just as the door suddenly burst open and the same blond man entered, except his hair was in a bun now and he was wearing a comfortable sweater instead of the tacky leopard print jacket he wore last time. He didnât really bother with any greetings, he just took off his shoes and dived face first onto the mattress, probably to pass out.
âI donât really get why youâre here after being missing for the entire semester.â Phichit stared at the figure laying on the bed. The sudden presence of his roommate had thrown him off balance.
âThe Old Manâs probably fucking the pig as we speak.â He said as if that answered everything. It only left Phichit with more questions. He kept fidling with his phone. All his stuff were cat themed. Even the sweatshirt he was wearing and the leather jacket he had last time was cheetah printed.
ââŚright.â Phichit tried to continue with his essay. Keyword: tried. He ended up glancing back to the man.
âSpit it out.â He snapped. He put down his phone and glared at him, irritated.
âWhat do you mean?â Phichit averted his gaze.
âYou have questions. Ask away. I can hear you thinking from here and itâs fucking annoying.â He rolled his eyes.
"UhmâŚI donât really know your name.â
âHuh?!â His scowl deepened. âItâs Yuri Plisetsky. And you are?â
âPhichit Chulanont. Why are you always out anyway?â
âI donât like the shitty dorm. The pigâs apartment is better plus thereâs free food. Even if he and the Old Man are gross all the time.â He crossed his arm across his chest. âThe stupid rules needed foreign students to have dorms at least in their first year. Well at least I can get away when I donât want to hear those two being all nasty.â
Phichit nodded with sympathy. He could remember when his sister would bring her boyfriend back in Thailand. He never got to sleep at night.
Yuriâs phone rang. A scowl returned to his face when he picked up the call. âHey Old Man. Da.â
Phichit did not understand the next conversation. It was spoken in rapid fire Russian. Or at least it sounded Russian. Plisetsky sounded Russian. Yuri looked like he was cursing whoever was on the other end.
Somehow the call ended and Yuri tossed his phone on the bed with frustration. âGuess like Iâm sleeping here.â
âWellâŚwanna watch something?â Phichit asked. âI could set up Netflix and watch. Or whatever you wanna watch anyway. Your pick.â
Yuri peeked at Phichit. ââŚdo you watch My Hero Academia?â
Phichit felt his lips immediately stretch into a grin. âYou came to the right place buddy.â
âAwesome,â Yuri sat up. âPut that shit on.â
Phichit had a good feeling about a new friendship thatâs about to bloom.
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It had been raining hard that day. Phichit was trying to find shelter from the rain when he noticed a figure crouching on the sidewalk.
Upon closer inspection it was actually Dr. Katsuki and he seemed to be coaxing something out of the corner of the dumpster.
Phichit tried not to think about it until it was time for organic chemistry and Dr. Katsuki arrived seven minutes late and drenched with the rain. He was splattered with mud and he was dripping from head to toe, except he didnât really seemed to notice.
He carefully set his backpack on the floor instead of his table, his eyed narrowed at the class.
âSorry I was late. Got caught onâŚsomething⌠Yeah.â Which totally sounded the least bit suspicious. He started writing on the whiteboard when..
Yip.
He paused and stood rigidly. Then he seemed to pay it no mind, continued writing with hard determination.
Yip yip.
There it was again.
Then the sound of shuffling and whimpering were heard, followed by scratching. The class didnât dare breath or move as Dr. Katsuki turned to them and narrowed his eyes into slits as if suspicious.
Yip yip yip.
More scratching.
A bated breath.
Dr. Katsuki sighed. He picked up his black backpack with an expression almost akin to that of a kid caught eating cookies he was strictly told not to.
What came out of the bag elicited a surprised gasp.
It was a white fluffy dog that poked its head out of the bag, tongue lolling out, and he had the most adorable dark eyes ever.
The class lost their shit. There were students who whipped out their phones and started to take pictures, others were cooing from its cuteness. Some were just whispering among themselves.
Phichit then realized what the man was crouching on the pavement for. Plus the dog looked newly groomed and treated. He must have spent his break period cleaning it.
âEverybody settle down.â Katsuki commanded.
The commotion died down in an instant. His power over crowds was still a bit overwhelming.
âDonât mind the dog. Just..just⌠Let it do its thing.â He said softly.
It was admittedly hard to focus when thereâs a ball of fluff walking around the room, demanding pets. Nobodyâs complaining though. It was quite adorable to see it climb over Dr. Katsukiâs desk and the former patiently taking him down to the floor, only for it to do it all over again.
Somehow, Dr. Katsuki got tired of this and decide to just carry the dog while he continued his lecture. He brought up the dog in level to his face. The dog happily licked his cheek, which apparently was a shock to him because he turned bright pink as he mumbled. âYamette-kodasai.â The dog yipped once more as if in agreement. It was more than willing to be carried and tucked in the front pocket of Dr. Katsukiâs hoodie.
10.) Dogs like him
So thereâs an intimidating man perpetually glaring while holding a white fluffy puppy as he went on to talk about carboxylic acids and derivatives.
It was a funny sight. Phichit made sure to take a pic. It made him less⌠Scary. Because if dogs trusted him, people can too, right?
Dr. Katsuki didnât look bothered though. In fact, thereâs a telltale upturn on his lips, just a small twinkle in his eyes.
11.) He likes dogs too.
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âI swear though, they donât give class B enough screentime."Â
This had been a ritual of some sorts. Every Friday night, they try to catch up on their shows in Phichitâs dorm. Itâs the only one with a TV see. Sometimes they play Mario Kart when they have extra time.
On screen, Bakugou was held hostage by the villains.
"Iâd let Dabi kick me in the face and Iâd still thank him for it.â Phichit commented. The others nodded in agreement.
âThat guyâŚâ Yuri gestured at the screen. It was Shigaraki, a man with a hand for a mask. Why his mask was shaped like a hand, no one knew. He creepily calls it âfatherâ an all that jazz. âI donât like that guy. Heâs a fucking brat.â
They were surprised when the Russian opted to stay and watch with them. He was often out, but quite recently, heâd been around the dorm.
The two lovebirds probably want to do it at every inch of the apartment now that theyâve officially managed to settle down. Yuri once said with a shudder. I canât look at the kitchen, the dining table and the couch the same way again.
Apparently heâs walked in on them a couple of times and they still got no shame. So now heâs trying to avoid any of those awkward encounters by staying more in the dorms.
âReminds you of someone?â Phichit snickered.
Guang-Hong smiled. âHe does sound like Yuri, doesnât he?â
Yuri snarled. âHe doesnât sound like me! And I donât scratch my neck like a creep when Iâm angry. Everything about him screams creepy!â
âTrue. Personally, Yuri is more similar with Bakogou, personality wise.â Leo shrugged.
Yuri responded with a hiss. Strangely, Yuri fitted right in the group easily. At first there was some awkwardness between them, but in the end he was just a big of a weeb as they were.
This time the screen played Aizawa on a bun and clean shaven, bespoke in a suit.
âDaddy.â Phichit sighed. The others grunted in response.
âThat Aizawa dude reminds me of the Old Man," Yuri squinted at the screen. "I canât explain it. He acts nothing like him. He looks nothing like him too. ButâŚhe just does.â Yuri gesticulated in frustration. âItâs like that Tokoyami guy. He reminds me of Beka you know? I donât even know why.â
This Beka, apparently was Yuriâs best friend from Kazakhstan. How that friendship managed to work, they didnât know and frankly they were too afraid to ask.
âI totally get you my dude,â Leo started. âEiji from Banana Fish reminds me of Seung-gil and theyâre nothing alike. Seung-gilâs too dead inside to be Eiji.â
âWe donât talk about Banana Fish.â Guang-Hong wailed.
âWhy? The first few episodes were great!â Phichit wondered.
âAnime only donât get to say anything.â Guang-Hong hissed.
âSpeaking of anime only. The next season of MHA is going to hurt like a bitch.â Seung-gil talked for the first time in the entire time they were there.
âShut up! Shut up! Shut up!â Yuri growled. âThe pigâs already all smug for reading the manga! I donât need another one!â
They laughed. This was normal now, Yuri complaining about those two parental figures. (Yuri threw a fit when Phichit suggested that they sounded much like his parents as if the very idea insulted him. That just convinced him otherwise.) Phichit never really asked for names, he respected Yuriâs privacy. Although there were times where he did wonder who they were. Whoever they were, Phichit hoped they staryed obliviously married as Yuri said.
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It was an accident. He was on his way back to the dorm because he forgot his scientific calculator, and god forbid he forgets his calculator on a calculus exam.
On his way back he heard two voices arguing on the hallway.
â-donât tell me you already bought it.â One of the voices groaned. Phichit recognized it as Dr. Katsukiâs.
ââŚI wonât tell you that then?â The second voice sounded sheepish but not exactly sorry. It had an accent, Phichit couldnât pinpoint where.
âOh my god Vitya.â Dr. Katsuki exclaimed. He then launched into a smattering of Japanese andâŚRussian? His companion answered in kind. His companion must be Russian then. Or somewhere Slavic. He never really could tell the difference.
Phichit couldnât understand whatever they were talking about, but he could see that Dr. Katsuki was pretty upset with this Vitya guy.
He couldnât see who he was talking to though. He did catch a glimpse of silver hair.
He hurried off before he became late for calculus and before he could find out how that encounter ended in. It was also pretty rude to eavesdrop in a conversation where he was obviously not invited in. Phichit did, somehow manage to add another fact in his list:
12.) He can speak fluent Russian.
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When Saturday rolled around, Dr. Katsuki seemed just a tad bit pissed. WellâŚmore pissed than usual. But he did explain the material better and he actually paid attention on every single student who needed help.
Phichit was just a tad bit confident that he could pass this thing. Just a tiny bit confident.
It didnât really change the fact that he was scarier than usual. Just as they thought he wasnât as bad as they first thought. But Dr. Katsuki looked so out of it. He looked sad. Or angry. Or maybe both. In the end though, he just seemed resigned. More often you would find him stealing a glance at his phone and then looking away as if reprimanding himself.
Phichit didnât know why this bothered him so much, but it just did. He thought back to what he overheard the other day and wondered if this was related to that.
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âStupid pig. Stupid Old Man.â Yuri stormed the dorm irritated and slammed the door.Â
âWhat happened?â Phichit woke up with a start. His organic chem notes still scattered over his desk. He noticed Yuriâs usual braided hair was left loose like a waterfall to his back. He still look good, maybe just a bit off, a little unkempt.Â
âTheyâre fighting. The Old Man wonât stop moping and the pig wonât give him a chance. He kicked the Old Man to the couch. Heâs probably sleeping in my bed right now.â Yuri grumbled and flopped on his bed. He kicked off his shoes without any care about where they fell on. "I cooked dinner for them! And what? The only thing the pig uttered was to pass the salt. Thatâs it. Nothing.â
"Thatâs rough.â Phichit kept his notes. He was startled when he realized how late it was. He should be studying for his midterms tomorrow, but that could wait. He shook the sleepiness away.
âItâs been days and they still arenât talking to each other! Damn it why are they so bad at communication?! This is worse than when they were fucking each other senseless.â Yuri groaned.Â
âYou sound like you really care aboutâŚwhoever you are talking about.â Phichit said in jest. His filter wasnât exactly the best when he just woke up.
Yuri was silent. Phichit had expected him to deny it or lash out for even having the guts to insinuate he cared for thoseâŚwhoever those two oblivious idiots with the communication problem were. But instead, Yuri, very quietly, said: âYeahâŚI do."Â
Phichit had never seen so much sincerity shown in three words as he had seen reflected from those green eyes. Phichit couldnât help but smile.
"A-anyway. YeahâŚyou didnât hear that from me.â Yuri remembered himself and pink started to dust his cheeks. He looked adorable, like a little kitten. He cleared his throat to recompose himself. âWeâre gonna binge watch some Cellâs at Work because fuck Biology."Â
"Mood. Organic chem sucks.â
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It was finally midterms. Phichit entered the testing room with all information crammed in his head, caffeine running in his bloodstream and hysteria on his nerves.
Dr. Katsuki looked just as dead as the rest of the students. It was painful to watch. The usual sharpness of his eyes were nonexistent. It was replaced with dullness, as if he hardly slept in days.
He looked so tired. His hair was uncombed and he was pale as death.
âEverybody take your seats.â His voice was very very quiet. Phichit slid into his seat.
âYou have an hour to finish the exam. Questions about the exam will not be entertained unless it is a technical problem. Timer begins now.â
Phichit took that out of his system for now and focused on taking the test.
He took one look at Dr. Katsuki before writing.
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Phichit passed his answer sheet with a spark of confidence that he will pass.
Just as he left the room though, he noticed a man leaning outside the testing room with a serious face. He had silver hair and blue eyes. He was subjectively handsome, Phichit figured he had this charisma on a regular day.
But today, he looked grim. Perhaps he looked remorseful. Phichit canât help but be intrigued.
When the last student left the room, the man entered the testing room with determination.
Curiosity got the better of him and Phichit peeked just a little bit.
âVitya.â
He heard Dr. Katsukiâs sharp inhale, the man was looking at him face to face. He couldnât see Dr. Katsukiâs expression, but this Vitya guy looked ready to break.
âYuuri. Iâm-â
Unexpectedly, Dr. Katsuki hugged Vitya and didnât look like he was ready to let go anytime soon. Vitya gasped and then he was sobbing on his shoulder. Phichit knew then he was watching something too personal. He slowly backed away, but the image will always replay in his mind for the rest of the day.
-
Yuri was blushing when he entered the dorm that evening and stormed directly for a shower. He said he needed to bleach his eyes after what he saw.
Phichit raised a glass of red bull for Yuriâs disgusting lovebirds. He would assume that a.) They finally made up, and b.) Yuri walked in on them once more.
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Dr. Katsuki entered the room with this fresh look. It was almost as if he was blooming, as if the past gloomy days never happened. He looked likeâŚlikeâŚ
âŚLike he just got laid.
None of them commented on his sexed up bed head nor the obvious hickey on his neck. Thereâs this subtle awestruck look in his eyes, a certain dazed shine in his face, a dopey contentment in his posture. Of course these were subtle things youâll only find when you really look for it. It did
Dr. Katsuki cleared his throat. âClass. Well done on your midterms. Iâve graded them this weekend and Iâm happy to tell you that this class has the highest passing rate among the other classes. Congratulations.â
There was a burst of excited chatter among the room. You can hear relieved sighs at the receiving their test papers. That fell short when someone knocked on the door.
âDelivery for Dr. Katsuki-N.â The man said, holding a giant bouquet of blue roses. Blue roses. Someone actually paid enough to have them dyed blue.Â
The professorâs expression shifted from shock, to absolute horror, to sheer embarrassment in a matter of seconds. Â
âAre you Dr. Katsuki-N?â The delivery man asked. Dr. Katsuki rubbed his face, exasperated and annoyed but also resigned as if he knew one day he would be faced by a gigantic bouquet of roses in his class. Â
âJust mister Katsuki would do.â He signed the slip and received the roses for him. After the whole ordeal, Dr. Katsuki set the bouquet on his desk.
âSo uhhâŚâ He cleared his throat once more. âDonât mind that. Please open your textbooks to page two hundred fifty two, and if youâll excuse me I have to make a call.â
He exited the room with haste that everyone else was left in confusion. If you listen carefully though, you can hear exasperated Japanese from the outside.
Everybody was having a field day.
-
âI swear man. That was so weird.â Phichit explained as they ate lunch at a cafe near the campus. It was raining hard so they werenât able to eat by the quad like they usually do so they rode Leoâs car and drove here. âI think Dr. Katsuki is just misunderstood.â He paused, deliberating. âOr all he needed was to get laid.â
âPhichit!â Guang-Hong blushed. It was pretty entertaining to see the Chinese become so flustered despite being old enough to actually talk about these things.
âI take it that organic chem is going well.â Leo sipped from his cola.
âSeung-gil was right. Dr. Katsuki isnât that bad.â
Seung-gil looked smug. The slight upturn on his lips being the only giveaway.
âStill though, before that happened, I managed to overhear Dr. Katsuki arguing with this silver haired man he apparently calls "Vityaâ. Then at midtems, they kindaâŚmade up? Then awhile ago Dr. Katsuki got a bouquet of roses.â Phichit mused out loud. "Could it be that this silver haired guy is Dr. Katsukiâs boyfriend?â
âYou donât even know if heâs into men.â Seung-gil finished his lunch.
âTsk. Donât assume everyone is straight Seung-gil.â Phichit snickered. âBesides he doesnât feel straight to me and boi is my gaydar almost always correct. This is why weâre friends after all.â
âActually you collected all the weebs and and decided âtheyâre mine nowâ and thatâs that.â Leo deadpanned.
âHey, isnât that Dr. Katsuki?â Guang-Hong pointed at the man across the street, taking refuge from the downpour while scrolling through his phone. He seemed to be waiting for the rain to stop. He had his signature hoodie cover his hair. . âMaybe he needs a ride, should we offer him to join us?â
Turned out he didnât need a ride though, because someone just tackled him from behind. Dr. Katsuki yelped in surprise, or it seemed like it. They couldnât hear what was happening from the downpour and from the glass window separating them.
âThatâs him! Thatâs the man!â Phichit gasped. Dr. Katsuki was now berating the man for causing them both to get soaked. The man didnât look the slightest bit remorseful, he just sported a rather wide and bright grin to an annoyed Dr. Katsuki. Dr. Katsuki flicked the manâs forehead in response.
âIsnât that professor Nikiforov though?â Guang-Hong squinted at them.
âProfessor Nikiforov?â
âYeah he teaches literature I think? Like he caused a commotion last semester when he first entered? Because a lot of students would sit in his classes without actually being enrolled and the poor guy just couldnât ask them to leave. And we all know they werenât actually there to learn about history.â Leo explained. âWhere were you last semester?â
âProbably dying from the she-devil.â Phichit groaned. Professor Baronovskaya basically took one look at the class and decided she wanted to consume the souls out of them all.
âAnyway. I think it makes sense that theyâre friends. They seem to have entered the university the same time.â Leo said as they watch Dr. Katsuki pick up the umbrella Professor Nikiforov dropped after tackling him from behind. Katsuki huffed, professor Nikiforov took the umbrella and wrapped an arm around Katsukiâs shoulder before walking away.
âYes, just two bros sharing an umbrella, under the rain, no space apart cause theyâre not gay.â Phichit snorted. His phone pinged with a notification which drew him away from the scene.
âItâs a text from Yuri.â Phichit said. âHe says he canât come later because heâs spending it with the idiots.â
âNo Yuri today?â Guang-Hong mused. âI kinda miss his swears. Especially when we play Mario Kart.â
âIt be like that sometimes.â Phichit said. âAnyway, who wants to re watch One Punch Man?â
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Since their grades actually got better after the whole tutroial thing before midterms, Dr. Katsuki decided to keep it going until finals.
âLetâs meet in this cafe next Saturday. Just tell them youâre under my class. Theyâll know.â
Apparently all the other lecture rooms were taken for the week so they had no choice but to relocate.
The first thing Phichit noticed was the blue framed glassed perched on Dr. Katsukiâs nose when he arrived next Saturday as he sat on the second floor of the cafe, the smell of green tea wafting from the cup Dr. Katsuki ordered. Phichit made sure to be at least a thirty minutes earlier than the agreed time because his friends were busy with their own studies and he had nothing better to do yet. However the Japanese apparently got here even earlier. He was reading a V.K.N novel, this yearâs bestselling novel from an author whose face was never revealed. He was deeply concentrated, brows knitted together, but also he looked content, tranquil. Colored highlighters were on the table and the book was filled with sticky notes.
Phichit didnât know what to do. His other classmates werenât around yet. (Fashionably late they say) so he was alone with him for probably an hour or so.
Dr. Katsuki probably noticed his presence hovering around and looked up from his book.
âMr. Chulanont.â He said. It wasnât the first time he as addressed by the doctor, but it was the first time without his classmates around. Phichit was a little out of his element.
âDr. Katsuki.â
âJust mister Katsuki is fine,â He replied, closing the book as he did so. âDr. Katsuki sounds so formal.â It was so casual. Too casual.
For someone claimed to be a very outgoing extrovert, heâs having a hard time talking now. Well, that was until he saw his bookmark.
âYou watch My Hero Academia too?â It was of Midoriya Izuku holding a bowl of Katsudon.
Dr. Katsukiâs lips turned to that akin to a smile. âYes, and I read the manga too.â
âNooo! No spoilers! Everyoneâs saying season four will hurt!â Phichit wailed. Katsuki nodded solemnly.Â
"Trust me it will.â Katsuki took a long sip from his green tea. âPlus thereâs not enough Tododeku moments.â
Phichit gasped. âYou ship them too?"Â
"Obviously. Intellectuals donât watch season two and not ship them.â Katsuki rolled his eyes. Actually rolled his eyes.Â
âWow. Where were you all my life?â Phichit breathed because wow, this man was nothing at all like what he first expected.Â
âDying somewhere else probably.â He quipped back. Somehow some professor are just about your age in college and itâs jarring like that. Phichit canât seem to fathom this. If he told his classmates, they probably wouldnât believe him.Â
13.) He likes anime
âYuuri!â Someone called. âSolnyshko, have you seen my-oh.â
It was professor Nikiforov in all his gilded splendor. Seeing him up close kinda explained why he caused so much trouble in his first semester.
âHi! Are you one of Yuuriâs studentâs?â He asked, beaming with charm. His mouth is shaped like a heart when he smiles. He reached out a hand. âIâm Victor Nikiforov, itâs nice to meet one of Yuuriâs students. He talks about all of you often.â
Dazed, Phichit can only nod and shake the manâs hand. âPhichit Chulanont. Itâs nice to meet you too professor Nikiforov.â
âWow! Does Yuuri talk about me too?â He look absolutely delighted. His eyes sparkled.
âThey probably knew you as that guy who was followed around a lot last sem.â Dr. Katsuki snickered. âCreepy stalkers still keeps me awake at times.â
âThey weren't stalkers Yuuri. They were just students.â Professor Nikiforov insisted.
âWhatever you say Vitya."Â
"I spy someone jealous.â
âMhm, sure you do."Â
Phichit realized how different he acted outside of the classroom with less people and a more comfortable setting. Especially with Professor Nikiforov. He seemed most comfortable with him. He wasnât glaring anymore, his eyes were full of life. Phichit thought it suited him.
"Arenât you supposed to be doing something else right now Mr. Nikiforov?â Dr. Katsuki told the professor.
âOh right right. Anyway I think those are some of your students downstairs. Iâll tell them to go up.â He left them and hurried downstairs. âIâll also ask for the do not disturb sign so nobody goes upstairs.â Professor Nikiforov yelled from the stairs.
âSpasibo!â Dr. Katsuki yelled back.
Phichitâs classmate started filling in the second floor, Dr. Katsuki became busy accommodating them and they werenât able to talk further. He can see though that Dr. Katsuki was way different with the Russian than when with his students. He didnât know where their relationship stands, and in all honesty Phichit never knew he was about to consider this but.
He ships them.
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âOi, you have plans this weekend?â
Yuri suddenly asked in the middle of studying. His notes on Biology was so cute. It had little Cellâs at Work doodles. Yuri turned bright pink when Phichit teased him about it.
âNo not really.â Phichit stopped highlighting stuff. (He was randomly highlighting words. Itâs almost twelve and he hasnât crammed everything he needed to for his exam on history.) âWhy whatâs up?â
Yuriâs brows turned into a scowl. Not the pissed scowl, the one where heâs too embarrassed to say something.
âDo you want to have dinner with me?â
Phichit stared at Yuri.
âAre you asking me on a date Yuri Plisetsky?â Phichit cackled. Yuri flushed red and threw his biology book at him. It him right in the face but damn was it worth it.
âNo!â He screeched. âThe Old Man and the Pig wants me to bring friends for dinner because itâs my birthday because I thought you assholes werenât so bad! But apparently I was wrong so if thatâs how you wanna go then youâre fucking uninvited you mother fucker! Blyad!â
âYuri No,â Phichit wheezed out. âIâd love to meet your parents.â
âTheyâre not my parents! Why are we even friends?!â He groaned, throwing another thick hardbound book. Thankfully, Phichit managed to dodge it this time.
âSeriously! Chill! Youâre like a sibling slash kitten to me. Dating you would be so weird.â Phichit was still laughing even when Yuri attempted to strangle him. âDid you tell Guang-Hong, Leo and Seung-gil?â He managed to choke out after his laughter dying.
âI did. Seung-gilâs busy with a project, Leo needs to study for an exam and Guang-Hong has part time. I understand if youâre busy though.â Yuri said softly. He refused to look at Phichit as he said it.
âAww Yuri. Donât worry about it. Iâm free this weekend.â Phichit reassured.
âReally?â His eyes widen in anticipation.
âYeah. Letâs go meet mom and dad!â Tears rolled down Phichitâs cheeks as Yuriâs face morphed into absolute anger.
Phichit might have deserved getting smacked in the face with a seven hundred pages worth hard bound chemistry book.
Totally worth it though.
-
Phichit was sure he saw Dr. Katsuki by a corridor with professor Nikiforov. He was also sure he didnât just imagine Dr. Katsuki slowly reaching up to press a quick kiss on professor Nikiforovâs lips before retreating away.
Poor professor Nikiforov was left, absolutely stunned and was blushing hard. It took him a good couple of minutes before he realized what actually transpired and his shocked face morphed into a dopey grin.
Phichit sung praises to the heavens.
-
âSo this is where you go when youâre not in the dorm. Itâs pretty near the campus.â
It was Friday afternoon and the pair had arrived to Yuriâs apartment. It wasnât anything too fancy, but Phichit can tell it was slightly more expensive than what was the average manâs salary.
âYeah. I didnât really want a dorm. But I guess Iâm glad I did.â Yuri opened the door. They were immediately greeted by a massive ball of brown fluff.
âMakkachin! Down!â Yuri commanded. The poodle obeyed his command, but not before licking his face. There was another dog. It was Whits and fluffy andâŚfamiliar. He felt a shiver down his spine.
Phichit knew that dog!
âYurio! Okaeri.â
Phichit whipped his head to the source of the voice so fast, he couldâve gotten a whiplash.
Standing in front of him was none other than professor Nikiforov himself, wearing a sweater an apron just like any regular person. It felt soâŚwrong.
âY-you!â Phichit gasped.
âOh? Mr. Chulanont? What a surprise!â Professor Nikiforov flashed his million megawatt smile.
âWait, you fucking know each other?â Yuri exclaimed.
âVitya, is that Yura? I-âŚoh.â
Of course Dr. Katsuki had to follow.
This was a bit awkward. Seeing your organic chemistry teacher in sweat pants and a Fullmetal Alchemist fandom shirt was not part of Phichitâs weekend plan.
He was quite sure being seen in sweat pants and a Fullmetal Alchemist fandom shirt by his student was not part of Dr. Katsukiâs weekend plan.
âDonât tell me you know who he is too Katsudon.â Yuri scowled.
Phichit was too stunned to wonder why Yuri was calling his professor a pork cutlet bowl, after all that wasnât the most pressing matter here.
âDr. Katsukiâs my organic chemistry professor actually.â Phichit managed to say when he finally found his voice. Talk about having a small world.
âHeâs the intimidating professor you were talking about before?â Yuri burst out laughing. âOh yes, how intimidating! Itâs almost like he didnât spend half an hour crying about snakes.â
âThey donât have arms!â Dr. Katsuki blushed. âIn my defense I was plastered as fuck by then and I blame Victor for that.â
âWhat?â The silver haired man gasped in mock indignation, too dramatic too be real. âHow could you suspect me of such? Oh my Yuuri so cruel.â
Dr. Katsuki giggled. Phichit was having an out of body experience. He must be dreaming.
âI never would have guessed that the friend little Yura here mentioned was you Mr. Chulanont.â Dr. Katsuki said after they recovered from their laughing fit.
âPlease call me Phichit if you donât mind. And yeah I never would have guessed that you were who Yuri talked about so often.â
That caught professor Nikiforovâs ear. âYurio talks about us? Do spill.â
âOh my god! This was a mistake!â Yuri just tossed his hands in the air. âWhy does this have to happen on my birthday of all days!â Phichit was quite familiar of this tone. It was often used on complaining about his two idiots love birdsâŚwhich apparently was his professor.
It kind of struck Phichit that he knew a lot about his professorâs sex life than what was absolutely necessary and he didnât know what to do with this knowledge. He most especially doesnât need to know about how he has a thing for bondage and exhibitionism. Or that he could pole dance.
Phichit started to understand Yuri in a more spiritual level.
âPhichit then, please call me Yuuri outside of class. Any friend of Yuraâs is a friend of ours.â Drâ Yuuri bowed his head curtly. âCome on dinner is ready.â
Phichit followed them towards the dining table. He tried not think about Yuriâs complaints on seeing them fuck on every single piece of furniture in this house.
Heâll possibly never enter organic chem the same way ever again.
âPlease feel at home Phichit. And also call me Victor, that professor nonsense makes me feel old.â Victor started setting up the dining table.
âThatâs because youâre old, Old Man. Your hair is thinning.â Yuri stuck out his tongue.
âThatâs fine. Iâd still love you anyway.â Yuuri kissed the crown of Victorâs head.
Everything was so domestic. In the end it all just kind of fits. Although there was one more thing that bothered him.
âHold up. So this also mean that both of you are married married?â Phichit burst out. Wow, here he was thinking they simply looked good together. Dr. Katsuki, a weeb and happily gay and married.
Victor and Yuuri looked at him, mildly confused.
âYes?â Yuuri showed his ring, that for some reasons Phichit wasnât able to notice. âI wasnât actually trying to hide it.â
âIn Russia, we wear the ring on our right hand. Maybe thatâs why people donât think itâs a wedding ring.â Victor grinned. âBeen happily Victor Katsuki-Nikiforov for two years now!â
âOkay then how is it you didnât add Victorâs last name when you introduced yourself to us?â
âOh, my Yuuri earned his doctorate, did he not? Seems wrong to have my name slapped with it.â VIctorâs smile widened considerably. âBesides, Dr. Katsuki sounds so much sexier!â
Yuuri sighed. âAnd yet he insisted to have my initials part in his pen name.â
âOh but Yuuri! Youâre my muse! The reason why those books were written in the first place!â
âBooks?â
Yuri blanched at the lovey-dovey display before him. âThe old ma may not look like it, but heâs a bestselling author. I think youâve heard of VKN?â
Phichit didnât think he could take all the plot twists unraveling before him. What a power couple. The talented bastards.
âIs there anything else I need to know?â Phichit rubbed his head.
âI donât know about you, but I think Yurio does.â
The doorbell rang, Yuuri got up to open it.
âBeka!â Yuri stood up in shock and immediately hugged the man.
Phichit wanted to sit down from all that was happening. The rest of the evening flew by like a blur. He did add a lot more in his list.
14.) He was gay and happily married.
15.) He was married to Victor Nikiforov, five times consecutive bestselling author.
16.) Yuri Plisetsky is their 'sonâ. They themselves agreed.
17.) Victor and Yuuri are a power couple and together they can rule the world.
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âHow the hell did we miss all that?â Guang-Hong mused.
âSeriously the manâs like half blind. He wasnât glaring, the contacts were irritating his eyes. Stubborn pig didnât want to buy glasses yet.â Yuri munched on his fries. They started clearing out all of what happened that weekend.
The others were also dumbfounded when they found out. It was good to know Phichit wasnât the only one.
âYou saw the man enter the room with a puppy in his bag and you all still thought he was a murderous criminal?â Yuri was having fun with all this.
âThere weâre rumours that he nearly made one of the resident jocks cry. He must be that intense if he actually did.â Leo shrugged.
âOh yeah he did. The guy was talking shit about being gay.â Yuri explained. âI still find it funny that you found the most anxious ball of nerves, the literal personification of anxiety, as threatening. What a concept.â
âI think I find it funnier that my professor once enrolled in a pole dancing class by mistake and was too shy to back out.â Phichit snorted.
-
So maybe Phichit was slightly lucky with his professors this sem. Finals came and go and regretfully Phichit had to say goodbye to Dr. Katsuki. But only in class.
They still meet up sometimes when Yuri invites Phichit to their apartment. He also spend most of the holidays there.
And whenever he could hear anybody saying organic Chen with Dr. Katsuki is hell, heâll give them notes compiled properly, and the list he did over the semester.
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