Practical Studying (слэш)

But the only thing he could focus on next was, mortifyingly, “you know my name?”
Victor blinked, unruffled and sleek as ever in his fitted jeans and lightweight tan jumper, even though he seemed to have just teleported across the lawn. Yuuri felt faint. First the horses, now Victor, perhaps he had actually cracked under the pressure of exams and skating.
“Of course I do,” Victor said, a smile hitching up one side of his devastating lips. “You’re mine.”
[Yuuri just wants to get through his last year of university with a degree and maybe a few figure skating medals along the way. The Fae Courts have other plans.]