Yuuri trades out the pants for the jeans quickly, but then pauses a moment, about to step back out and show Viktor, but then catches himself in the smaller mirror in the partitioned area and freezes.
"...Oh."
The associate has done her job fantastically. The pants fit perfectly, cling just enough to show off his ass and thighs to a degree that makes him blush, but isn't actually unfit for public-- he's just used to having baggy, worn out jeans and these mold more to his body. With the sweater and the scarf still arranged around his neck he's...
Look, Yuuri is aware, objectively, that he looks good when he skates. He's seen the posters around Hasetsu and they're embarrassing, but he looks good in them. But they're photoshopped and he's in a costume and it's all performance anyway. And there was him borrowing Viktor's clothes and going out dancing and he'd looked good then, too. This is... this is different. Looking at himself in the mirror now he looks...
There was a magazine spread where Viktor and some other top sports celebrities had done a shoot for some fashion company. Maybe it was even this one, he doesn't remember. But Viktor's had been a picture of him in more casual wear and he'd been so effortlessly attractive. And Yuuri remembers looking at that and thinking how if he wore the sexiest thing he could think of, he still wouldn't look half as good as how comfortable and real Viktor looked in that moment, and still how polished. And those same eyes are suddenly staring back at him from behind his own glasses and he feels another moment of sharp vertigo.
Hopefully Viktor's going to come in at the sudden stop of movement and the exclamation because Yuuri's not sure if he can move all of a sudden.
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"...Oh."
The associate has done her job fantastically. The pants fit perfectly, cling just enough to show off his ass and thighs to a degree that makes him blush, but isn't actually unfit for public-- he's just used to having baggy, worn out jeans and these mold more to his body. With the sweater and the scarf still arranged around his neck he's...
Look, Yuuri is aware, objectively, that he looks good when he skates. He's seen the posters around Hasetsu and they're embarrassing, but he looks good in them. But they're photoshopped and he's in a costume and it's all performance anyway. And there was him borrowing Viktor's clothes and going out dancing and he'd looked good then, too. This is... this is different. Looking at himself in the mirror now he looks...
There was a magazine spread where Viktor and some other top sports celebrities had done a shoot for some fashion company. Maybe it was even this one, he doesn't remember. But Viktor's had been a picture of him in more casual wear and he'd been so effortlessly attractive. And Yuuri remembers looking at that and thinking how if he wore the sexiest thing he could think of, he still wouldn't look half as good as how comfortable and real Viktor looked in that moment, and still how polished. And those same eyes are suddenly staring back at him from behind his own glasses and he feels another moment of sharp vertigo.
Hopefully Viktor's going to come in at the sudden stop of movement and the exclamation because Yuuri's not sure if he can move all of a sudden.