{Identity Love} Yuri Plisetsky x Reader

"Marshmallow"

The public ice rink is something Yuri would object with if his training was put out of here with strangers watching him dance, but Victor had other plans after his absence from the celebration party. He was taken out of his ballet coach's home without permission by the white platinum skater, ruining his tranquil weekend plans to stay in and sleep till afternoon. He will now receive harsh criticism from Lilia and Yakov for his repeated "ditching" or "skipping."

What makes matters worse is his female 'friends', Yuuko and Mila are with them. He has no problems with Yuuko, but Mila is another statement of pulling out a demon from the underworld. "Come on, Yurio! It's not you've never performed in front of hundreds or people before! What makes this any different?~" said Victor with no hint of regret for pulling him out of the warm covers an hour ago.

"What makes this different is that you are rubbing my defeat right straight to my face! If you were in my place, you would've done the same thing—let alone show your face in public! And don't call me 'Yurio', THAT'S NOT MY NAME!" he yelled, obviously shaking in pissed.

"Ne, Yurio-kun, I know you hated on how hard you fell on the tournament, and I can understand that, but at least have fun today since it's over now. You can finally rest..." His rival encouraged hopefully, but he only release the tiger from the cat.

"Unlike you, I don't slacked off just because you have your boyfriend as coach, so fuck off, pig! You know NOTHING!" He shot back angrily as he kicked a pile snow next to him. "Don't mind him~ Yurio is hard to talked to when he's angry..." Mila announced as they all tighten their skates and glide on the ice to practice.

"No one asked for your opinion, baba!"

"Relax, Yuri. Everyone here besides the couples will skate individually to either polish their mistakes during the competition or clear their minds by releasing those frustration. I'm sure you're gonna have a great time!" Phichit reminded while giving the poor blonde a hard slap in the back like good buddies do, but Yuri only shove him straight to the rink for leaving a mark.

Even if the two don't know each other very well, it's understandable to comprehend one skater's uneasiness given that they are both guys who enjoy figure skating. Accepting three falls while executing a smooth and elegant act in front of an audience wasn't something to joke with. As the skater who would prefer falling in practice is better than in the actually program.

Yuri can clearly see them trying their best to make him fired up for next Grand Prix.

The blond Russian grumbled as he prepared to enter the rink after noticing a few individuals entering it. He clenched his fist and gritted his teeth slightly as he realized that they must be either with their lover or their children. Remember, they are merely disguised. Have confidence. Before letting go of all his rage and putting his skates slowly in contact with the cold, solid water, he thought, "Go underwater, forget them."

He plugged his earphones in and ignore the rest. Dancing on the ice is his habit of fun already. Between trainings and habits, he have the combination of both. 'Pas de Deux' from Nutcracker stared playing by Tchaikovsky himself as he distant himself as his friends watch him slowly lift his arms and started to dance. When he watched the Nutcracker in the Mariinsky Theatre of St.Petersburg, captured his eyes and created his own choreography by accident. A double axel, followed by a triple toe loop then proceed to translating the ballet dancing in the ice.

For this, my agape is missing... A partner to skate this song with...

Yuri never get to finish this one choreography he made on his own since he started training under Yakov and Lilia. While some skaters used the song to perform their own versions, it never satisfy the young figure skater when he watch them end up either 2nd or 3rd rather than the top rank. It was obvious. The song was meant for couples, not soloists. A devastating melody that is filled with love and tragedy of your other half slowly disappearing right in front of you.