My favorite is when Yuuri and Viktor are concierges at EXTREMELY FANCY hotels across the street from each other. They should hate each other, or, at least they should keep a polite and professional distance from each other. Viktor’s idea of professional distance from Yuuri is sending enormous flower arrangements to the wrong address “by mistake, yes, I’ll pop right over to pick them up, you know me Mr. Katsuki, I’m so forgetful!” And Yuuri really wants to have them delivered by one of his bell hops or something, anyone, anything to not have to embarrass himself in front of Viktor Nikiforov again. For the third time this week!
Viktor walks over to pick up the arrangement. He brings his own bell hop, a stormcloud-faced youth in a smart uniform and a scowl. The flower arrangements are always at least half as big as he is. AT LEAST. “Good afternoon, Yurio, Mr. Nikiforov,” Yuuri bows every time. Both of them always respond so impolitely back (“Call me Viktor!!” “DON’T CALL ME YURIO”) but Yuuri secretly loves it. Viktor stays for twenty minutes and Yurio lingers with him. Yuuri feels a thrill run up and down his spine at all the time he spends chatting when he’s supposed to be working. No one approaches them when they chat, which is lucky. He hasn’t figured out why.
And when Viktor finally, finally leaves, Yuuri bows at him again, and says, “Please enjoy your stay with us” like an idiot. Viktor always takes a single rose from the arrangement and places it in Yuuri’s weak hands, or next to his pocket square, or behind his ear. One of these days he’s going to kill Yuuri.
Without fail Viktor gushes about all of this - of course, for MAXIMUM PINING he doesn’t know how Yuuri feels about any of it yet - on the trip back across the street. He is going to date Katsuki Yuuri, and then he’s going to marry him, and then he’s going to retire from the concierge business to be Yuuri’s stay-at-home trophy husband. Yurio would hit him if his arms weren’t full of flowers. Yurio has thrown the flowers at him exactly once.
Chris is a high class escort.
AND DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE OTHER POSSIBILITIES. VIKTOR THE JAZZ PIANIST AT THE BAR ON THE TWENTY SECOND FLOOR, AND YUURI THE BARTENDER WHO DOESN’T EVEN DRINK ANYMORE BECAUSE OF THE INCIDENTS. YUURI THE MASSEUSE AT THE FANCY SPA AND VIKTOR THE TIRED WORLD CLASS ATHLETE. VIKTOR THE HOTEL MANAGER AND YUURI THE HEAD CHEF AT THE 2 MICHELIN STAR RESTAURANT ON THE SKY TERRACE. YUURI THE TIRED CHANGER OF SHEETS AND VIKTOR THE SMOOTH POLITICIAN. WAIT THAT’S THE PLOT OF MAID IN MANHATTAN.
