<blockquote>Haruhi said to the stranger, "The food's good, isn't it? Have you tried the small quiches?"
She'd spoken English on the assumption that most people in the room would likely understand it, but when the man turned it became apparent that he was Japanese. Haruhi knew this because she recognised his face. It was the face of Japan's ace skater, Katsuki Yuuri.
"K-K-Katsuki Yuuri-senshu!" Haruhi clapped her hand over her mouth, feeling the blood rise to her face.
"Ah," said Katsuki. He was different off the ice. His spectacles reduced the impact of his eyes, and the shape of his face was somehow softer, less distinctive. "Do I know you?"
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Yuuri makes a friend. Viktor hates it.</blockquote>
➤ I don't know the fandom yoi is crossed over with but the knowledge is unnecessary for appreciating the fic
