Change of Heart - Yuri Plisetsky x Reader

Chapter Five

Confused, and somewhat insulted, I turned around.

The boy who'd just questioned me so rudely looked young, around my age. He wore solid black skates that were clearly expensive and made my rentals look like literal shit, and he'd dressed for working out. (I glanced subconsciously at my own outfit, which consisted of ripped jeans and a hoodie.) He had long blonde hair, which was tied back into a neat ponytail, and cold sea-green eyes.

I didn't have to take in every detail, though. I already knew that this boy was Yuri Plisetsky.

Forcibly, I put on a face of puzzlement. Sure, I was excited, but I didn't want to seem like an obsessed fan. Besides, I'd only seen one or two of his performances, and I think it'd be inappropriate to act like I was some super fan because of that fact alone. More importantly, he was glaring at me in a way that chilled me to the bone.

"Uh..." I mumbled awkwardly. What the hell do you say to a famous figure skater when he asks you a question like that? "I-I'm (Y/n). I'm signed up for lessons here."

Yuri's eyes bored through me for what felt like an eternity. He glanced up at my instructor, then back at me, and finally, he scoffed and shoved his way past me onto the ice.

"Just don't get in my way."

"It's alright, Yuri," Alina said, as he began warming up. "We were just about done with our lesson, anyway."

I looked at her, confused. "I thought you said we were going to do another round?"

She shook her head.

"Yuri... prefers to be alone when he skates. You'd be better off just coming back tomorrow."

I sighed, disappointed about the sudden change in schedule but overall content. I mean, I'd just met a junior world champion in my favorite sport! Sure, he was turbulent and snobbish, but it was better than nothing.

I'd almost made it off the ice when he called out to me.

"Hold on."

I stifled a groan and turned around hesitantly as the belligerent boy called me back.

"You're that karate kid from (Y/c), aren't you?"

The hostility in his voice had increased tremendously, and it didn't take a detective to figure out why. After all, why would a junior world champion such as myself take up ice skating in Russia out of the blue? It was obvious that he saw me as a competitor, and I realized, begrudgingly, that he may be right. If I ever managed to deal with my parents and become a figure skater, of course I would be a valid competitor to Yuri Plisetsky.

Hesitantly, I nodded.

"Yeah, that's me... Why?"

You already know why, bozo.

"I just find it interesting that you've decided to take up ice skating... It's pretty different from martial arts, isn't it?"

I cocked my head to the side, unsure of whether I should let my guard down or not. He wasn't being very hostile at the moment... In fact, he had a bit of a smirk on his face.

"It's a little different, I guess, but that shouldn't be a huge issue."

The smile on his face vanished a moment after I spoke.

"In my opinion, figure skating is a bit too graceful for someone like you. If I were you, I'd stay in my lane. Understood, Karate Kid?"

Shocked, I found myself unable to make any sort of scathing remark as he glided away, looking far more balanced and at ease than I was. I looked on for a moment or two, but I ended up leaving for fear of what he might do if I decided to stay and watch.