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You stop noticing crowds, after a while. You have to. Let the yells and cheers swim together into one long, background hum. Barcelona, Chicago, Toronto - Yuri honestly can't tell one stadium from another, once he hits the ice. Crowds are not a big deal. He hasn't been worried about them since he was twelve.
Nothing could have prepared him for a high school.
Yuri hovers at the Nekoma entrance, stunned by how many people there are. Hordes of teenagers swarming the doors, chattering, waving, shouting.
Maybe he should have texted Kuroo before just showing up. Except - Yuri's still not used to people wanting to be around him. Outside of the rink. Until now all of his friends have been through skating. This is... He doesn't know. This whole thing started so bizarrely. A random text misfiring turning into two months of talking.
What if Kuroo was just joking, that Yuri should come visit? He doesn't seem like that kind of guy, but... Well whatever. Nothing's gonna get done hiding by this gate like a fucking coward. With a growl, Yuri stomps over to a group of girls.
"Oy! You know where Kuroo is?!"
All he gets is stares. Mouths dropping open. What? They're never seen a blond in a tiger jacket? Demanding to know where their volleyball captain is? In a Russian accent?
After a second, Yuri scowls. Pushes past them into the school. He found Viktor in stupid Hasestsu, didn't he? Shouldn't be that hard.
"Tch. HEY! KUROO!"
Nothing could have prepared him for a high school.
Yuri hovers at the Nekoma entrance, stunned by how many people there are. Hordes of teenagers swarming the doors, chattering, waving, shouting.
Maybe he should have texted Kuroo before just showing up. Except - Yuri's still not used to people wanting to be around him. Outside of the rink. Until now all of his friends have been through skating. This is... He doesn't know. This whole thing started so bizarrely. A random text misfiring turning into two months of talking.
What if Kuroo was just joking, that Yuri should come visit? He doesn't seem like that kind of guy, but... Well whatever. Nothing's gonna get done hiding by this gate like a fucking coward. With a growl, Yuri stomps over to a group of girls.
"Oy! You know where Kuroo is?!"
All he gets is stares. Mouths dropping open. What? They're never seen a blond in a tiger jacket? Demanding to know where their volleyball captain is? In a Russian accent?
After a second, Yuri scowls. Pushes past them into the school. He found Viktor in stupid Hasestsu, didn't he? Shouldn't be that hard.
"Tch. HEY! KUROO!"
