The Ice Prince // Yuzuvier Fan Fic

Bonus Chapter

Shoma:

I was disappointed. It was the strongest feeling I'd felt in a while and I hated it. Why was I so disappointed anyway? While I was waiting in the line for the medal ceremony, Yuzu-kun bounded over to me and fluffed my hair like a child. Normally I wouldn't have minded but today...

"Yamero." I mumbled and he poked me in the cheek.

"Smile. You got silver." That was exactly why I wasn't smiling but he didn't need to know that.

"I just have things on my mind." I said.

"What things?" He asked and I was saved by one of the staff opening the curtain to let us through. The ceremony was short and I tried to smile for my photos with Yuzu and Javi but I was getting anxious now. Had he left already?

Being short was really a curse I grumbled to myself as I scanned the crowd milling around us after getting off the ice. I was trying my best but I couldn't see him anywhere... Just then a distinct dark head of hair appeared in the crowd and disappeared around a corner. I had to get to him quickly.

"Stephane." I called out to him and he stopped walking. When he turned to face me I tried to hold my posture but it was too much effort and I sagged in front of him. "I'm sorry." I said plainly.

"What are you sorry for?" He asked in that lovely accent of his. I'd never understood why people fell for accents but I could completely understand now.

"I...couldn't fulfill our agreement." I wanted to pout but I didn't want him to look at me like I was a spoilt child. When I'd gathered up the courage to ask him to be my new coach at the Christmas party, he'd looked at me for a while before telling me that if I could win the gold medal at the Olympics, he would start training me the next day.

"Shoma, you silly boy." He sighed and walked closer to me, placing a gentle hand on my head.

"I know silver isn't gold but I tried really hard and I thought maybe if -"

"Shoma, slow down." He said calmly and I closed my mouth slowly. "I'm going to be honest and say I didn't expect you to win the gold medal at the Olympics. At least not against a living god like Yuzuru." He pursed his lips before he continued. "But I also didn't expect you to win silver too. The level of competition this year was intense and you exceeded my expectations." I blinked up at him not really knowing where he was going with this.

"If you're ready to take the gold at the next Olympics, I'll see you in my studio the day after the gala." He said sharply and turned on his heel with the grace only an ex ballerino could possess.

"What?" Had he just agreed to be my new coach?