Chapter 7: It's a Date

                                    

                                          
Yuuri's POV
                          
Since I didn't want to lose any more time, I got started on his hair.
                          
"I understand," I said, gulping.
                          
A thousand thoughts were spiraling in my head. I was dumb. Like, indubitably dumb. This was just a fact.
                          
I had seen pictures of Viktor Nikiforov before. I was aware that he was Tokyo. How couldn't I recognize him ? It's true that for an instant, when his glasses were off, he had reminded of a familiar face but I didn't connect the dots. 
                          
I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. 
                          
I had to do well so I simply concentrated on doing Viktor's hair so it would look as good as humanly possible. I combed it with my fingers, trying to pretend I was affected by his silky silver locks. Then I sprayed some stuff before trimming his bangs a little. He needed a haircut. 
                          
I ran my hands in his hair again. It had to look a bit messy, bad boy style. The shoot was for Rogue Japan so I had to go all in. I glanced at a rack of clothes. They were pretty much all black. It would suit Viktor's smooth, milky skin. Damn, why am I like this !
                          
"I'm very sorry, Yuuri. I shouldn't have lied to you..." sighed Viktor.
                          
"Then make it up to me." I surprised myself by saying that. I usually wasn't that confident but I admired Viktor's work. I had a few magazines featuring him, but I had left them all in Hasetsu. There were so many questions I wanted to ask him ! About his career, his life, his experience in the fashion industry... ? He was like a treasure. 
                          
"I can treat you to dinner. Tonight ? I'll even pick you up !"
                          
"Sure, it's a date then ! I, I mean, I'll see you ! It's not that ! I shouldn't have said that !" I started rambling like crazy, back to my usual self. I blushed even more and pushed my glasses up. Viktor smirked at me a little.
                          
"It's okay ! Give me your number."
                          
I typed my number in Viktor's phone. He got up.
                          
"It's a date then. I should go ! There are still some models left to take care of. See you !"
                          
"See you later !" I smiled. I wasn't mad at him anymore. His charm was so powerful he could make me forget everything. 
                          
I sighed nervously.
                          
Another model sat down. 
                          
"Oh, hi !" I bowed my head.
                          
It was a girl, probably around my age. He introduced himself. She had long, black hair and her skin was tan. It's not like I wanted to assume her nationality or something judging her appearance but she did look a bit Italian if you asked me. 
                          
"Boku no namae wa Katsuki Yuuri desu ! (My name is Yuuri Katsuki, -also excuse the broken Japanese-)
                          
"Pleasure to meet you ! My name is Sarah Crispino. What will you do to my hair today ? And, are you new ? I don't think I've seen you before !"
                          
A smile appeared on the mirror in front of her. 
                          
"Yes, I'm new. I'm from a small Japanese island... you probably haven't heard of it ! And as for your hair, I was instructed to make it look natural but messy. So I'll be using this texturing spray !"
                          
"You know, I thought you were a model when I first saw you !"
                          
"Haha, really ? That's not true at all."
                          
"I'm serious ! You could be one. You have the looks, the height, and I'm pretty sure you could pose... I could help you if you'd like ! What's your height !" Sara exclaimed then she smiled at me.
                          
"I'm 5'8...That's nice of you but I don't think I could do it ! I'm just not suitable..."
                          
Sarah glared at me and noticed my sour smile. 
                          
The modeling life, it wasn't for me. I couldn't. I wasn't good enough. Suddenly, the memories resurfaced.
                          
"Yuuri-busu ! Fatso ! Fattie ! The words echoed in my mind.
                          
I closed my eyes shut and tried to forget. But the harder I wanted to forget, the more difficult it became not to think about it. 
                          
I lifted my shirt a little. They were right. What they said was true. I could almost feel their eager fingers poking my belly. Wincing, I sat on floor. Next to me laid a magazine. In it, there were pictures of beautiful people. They were tall and confident. None of them were ugly like me. I could just never be like them.
                          
The time spent before a mirror, posing and laughing, was just pointless. Now I knew, it wasn't possible for me to be like them models. I would never feel like they do: beautiful.
                          
Even though I was only twelve years old, I knew my chubbiness was bad. I had a round belly and a big mushy face. The tears prickled the corner of my eyes. 
                          
I was weak."
                          
I took a deep breath and blinked a few times. It was no use thinking about my childhood. It would only get me in a dark mood. I tried to smile to hide my emotions.

                          
Growing up, I lost most of my baby fat. I didn't really consider myself large anymore. I exercised, didn't eat McDonalds everyday and tried to sleep.
                          
"I'm sorry." I mumbled.
                          
"What ?"
                          
"Oh never mind ! I'm just a bit sleepy ! I was so excited for today I didn't sleep much, haha."
                          
I began to comb Sara's hair with a brush and my hand. I didn't look up, concentrated on my work. I wrapped the end of her hair around my hand and applied some spray. This way, I created natural waves. 
                          
"Here !"
                          
"Oh thank you ! I really like it. Say, can we take a picture together ?" 
                          
"Ok if you want."
                          
I didn't want to offend her so I just complied. Phichit has told me some models were a bit needy. 

                          
Sara put an arm around my neck and brought our faces closer. She smiled and took the picture. I did my best to manage a semi decent face.
                          
After Sara left, I turned around to see what Viktor was up to. He was still being pampered by Phichit but his gaze was on me. And he looked pissed.
                          
Well, I'm looking forward to this date.

                          
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AN: 
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