Tapestry

Mending

Author's Note: Hello! I hope you are enjoying the story. This is a shorter chapter and very very fluffy, but I hope you like it! Please vote and comment if you do! Of note...this is a mature rated story, and it will live up to the rating in the coming chapters. Read with caution if that is not your thing. <3  I do not own image above.

Once again very poorly edited

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Chapter Eight

Yuzuru was having a miserable week.

Despite taking time off and withdrawing from the Grand Prix Final and the National Championship earlier in the season (and faithfully going through rehabilitation), his right ankle was still giving him problems. His performance in the World Championships did not go as he had planned and despite having won a silver medal, he was disappointed.

Disappointed in his short.

Disappointed in the condition of his ankle.

D̶i̶s̶a̶p̶p̶o̶i̶n̶t̶e̶d̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶s̶c̶o̶r̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶s̶y̶s̶t̶e̶m̶.̶

And he missed his son.

It had been over a week since he had seen Yuki. Although the competition had come and gone, you had been extremely busy with work and unable to make time for him. He had tried calling you multiple times without success, receiving only brief text messages with apologies that explained that you were working.

So when his phone rang with your name on the caller ID, the speed at which he answered was most certainly a new world record, as was the speed of which he had showed up at your apartment door.  When it opened to an excited five year old boy who threw himself onto his legs, Yuki's hug was a prize that was definitely worth more than the medal he was handed a few days prior.

"I saw you!" Yuki squealed, disconnecting himself from his father and starting to float across the floor of the apartment, looking like he had consumed entirely too much sugar.  "On the TV!"

When the child began to move his arms and legs in fluttering movements and then jump in a loose circle, it was then that Yuzuru realized exactly what Yuki was doing.  He wasn't just mindlessly running around, Yuki was pretending he was figure skating on the wooden floor. Yuzuru could barely contain his glee when seeing the boy he had missed so much imitating the sport, imitating him.

A few moments later you spoke from where you had been watching with a smile, "I think you may have given him the bug. We watched Worlds and he has been doing this for days now." You gestured to the moving boy.  "He wont stop jumping. The downstairs neighbors probably hate us."

Yuzuru's smile mirrored your own, his heart constricting in his chest. "Hasn't he watched figure skating before?"

"Of course he has, with Keiji." You chuckled, as if you knew something he did not. "But never something you performed in."

Yuzuru let the words settle in his mind, that his son had never seen him skate before. At first it stung that you had not shown Yuki his performances, but then he thought about Yuki's current reaction. That even though the boy had watched the sport before, he had never responded like this prior. That it was only his skating in particular that inspired this new desire in him.

You cut into his thoughts.  

"Your programs were stunning," you stated, sincerely. "Congratulations, Yuzuru."

He had heard the word 'congratulations' hundreds of times since the competition ended, but hearing you say it while looking at his son (who had yet to stop spinning) felt different.  For the first time since the competition, he felt like a 'congratulations' was actually in order. Because if you two felt this way about his performance, maybe there was something else that more accurately reflected the results of his efforts, rather than numbers from a panel of judges.