memories | yuzuru hanyu ff (on hold)

Chapter 17

I bowed at Yuzuru as he did the same. We looked like complete strangers, but we know better. It was awkward, as Brian coughed.

"You guys are from the same country! Japan!" Brian said lightening up the mood.

We chuckled nervously, as Yuzuru cleared his throat.

"Hey..." He greeted in Japanese.

"Hi..." I greeted back.

It was so awkward for us that my mom had to join in to make us talk.

"Hello, Yuzuru-kun. How are you?" My mom asked.

"Oh, I'm fine, Suzuki-san." He said, smiling.

"Yuzuru-kun, how many times am I gonna tell you to call me Ayaka-san? Geez, it's too formal." My mom scolded him.

Yuzuru laughed and nodded, as everyone just stared, feeling relaxed as the tension earlier faded away. I removed my arms around Nam and Javi, as I told them that I wanted to sit down. I noticed Yuzuru's eyes flared but only for a moment as he diverted his attention towards my mom amd the coaches.

'Weird.'

Nam and Javi placed me on the bench and stretched.

"Am I that heavy?" I asked.

"Super heavy, man! You're like a-" Nam was cut off by Javi's hand slamming his head.

"Don't worry about us, he's just being a jerk." Javi smiled innocently.

"Hey! I am offended! You hear me? Offended." Nam said trying to threaten Javi.

"Anyways, I'll get going now. Still need to make dinner." Javi said as he looked at his watch.

Nam also looked at the time and started running.

"My mom's gonna kill me! Bye coach!" He shouted, getting his gym bag and running out of the rink.

"That kid..." I heard Brian muttered, making all of us chuckle.

Javi soon left after that. Brian and Tracy told me to go home, but I insisted on staying since me and Yuzuru lived in the same neighborhood.

'Or should I say my mom insisted on staying.'

We sat on the bench watching him train. Yuzuru glanced at me once in a while, making me feel small and insecure. Making you feel that his a predator and your his prey, as if he's about to devour you. He always had that stare, even when we were dating, but then he always shifted to that innocent looking puppy once he's off the ice.

He practiced some more, until Brian scolded him for overtraining and pushed him out of the ice. Yuzuru was whining, making Brian scold him even more.

"Coach! Let me train some more!" Yuzuru whined with his Japanese accent, making you wonder what he was saying.

His english wasn't that good, not gonna lie. Even when we were in high school.

"No, Yuzu. You gotta go home and rest. How can you train if your body is tired?" Brian said as he successfully pushed Yuzuru off the ice.

Yuzuru sighed in defeat as he took his skating guards from the table. He puts them on and went to the locker rooms. We waited for him as we were watching the kids skate, doing jumps here and there.

'How...?'

It's been a while since Yuzuru went inside the locker room, making my mom and the coaches worried.

"Can you check up on Yuzuru?" My mom tapped my shoulder.

"Why me? It's a male lockers room?" I said, didn't want to go.

"Come on, Natsun-." My mom was cut off by Brian.

"Sorry ladies, but Natsuna, can you check up on Yuzuru for me? He usually doesn't take up this much time." He said, asking a favor.

I looked at my mom, who was also telling me to go. I nodded and went to search for the guy. I was right in front of the door and knocked.

"Yuzuru? Are you there?" I asked through the door.

I didn't hear an answer so I asked again.

"Yuzuru? Hello?" I asked and placed my ear on the door.

Before I knew it, the door swung open, making me stumble forward. My wrist was grabbed and I was slammed on the lockers. I winced in pain from being thrown into the lockers and my wrist being gripped on. I opened my eyes and saw Yuzuru's angered ones. I shook in fear as this position made me traumatized.

"Did you like Javi and Nam holding you like that? Being the center of attention? Bumping into me and falling down, making a scene?" He said, visible irritation in his voice.

'I bumped into him...Shit.'

"Tell me, did you like it?" He growled under his breath.

I couldn't meet his eyes, couldn't answer him, couldn't stand up for myself. I only trembled as I tried getting away from his grasp.

"Answer the damn question, Natsuna." He growled one more time, his grip getting tighter as his knee went in between my legs.

Silence took over as I trembled, scared. I started tearing up, trying my best not to show him. I accidentally sobbed, making the tension air drop. I felt his hand loosened from my wrist and noticed that he placed it under my chin, lifting my head up. As my head lifted, tears rolled down my face, my eyes meeting his. His sharp eyes softened, as he wiped my tears off my face. I pushed him away, not wanting to make any sort of contact anymore.

"I'm sorry-" He said but I turned away from him.

"Come out when you're ready..." I muttered, wiping the tear stain on my face.

"Natsuna, wait-" I cut him off, slamming the door of the locker rooms, shut.

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I came back towards my mom and the coaches.

"He's still changing..." I muttered.

The coaches nodded, making their attention from me to the skaters. My mom looked at me weirdly, probably thinking if anything happened. I shook my head, gesturing a 'no' as I sat down on the bench. Yuzuru came out after a few minutes, with his gym bag.

"Natsuna! Can you come around 9:00 am tomorrow? Just wear anything you want, something comfortable so you can move around." Tracy said.

I nodded with a smile.

We all waved to both of the coaches and left the rink. It was awkward for both us, I was still scared of what he did to me back in the locker rooms, but I just erased it like as if it's nothing.

'It's not just nothing...'

We got inside the car, buckled up as my mom started the engine. Yuzuru was in front, next to my mom, while I was in the back behind Yuzuru. My mom and him were having a conversation, quite boring, making my attention divert from them to the outside world. While I was observing the streets, my mom brought up something that would make everything even worse between us.

"Yuzuru-kun...Do you have a girlfriend?"