Meant To Be Yours - Heathers

All is forgiven baby

A/n: Not beta read, so all mistakes are mine! :)

The fic title and chapter titles are all based on the song Meant To Be Yours from the musical Heathers

Yuuri woke up in the morning on December 4th, two days before the Sochi GPF. He was sleeping in a hotel room, as he and Celestino had gotten to Sochi early to try and let his anxiety settle before the competition.

It wasn't working.

The entire time Yuuri had been in Sochi, he was paranoid that he would run into someone who recognized him, or worse, his competitors. Even though Yuuri doubted many people would recognize him, the thought of someone walking up to him in the middle of the street terrified him.

How he had even made it to the GPF was a mystery to Yuuri. He was a dime-a-dozen skater, he didn't have the talent or skill to keep up with the likes of Christophe Giacometti, Jean-Jacques Leroy, and definitely not Viktor Nikiforov.

Yuuri decided that he might as well get up, he still had to practice after all. Getting out from under the covers, Yuuri shivered in the cold hotel room. He had been feeling off for months now, everything he did felt wrong.

It was... unsettling. He felt it in his and Phichit's shared apartment, at the Detroit rink, college, the grocery store, on the streets, and everywhere he went.

He hadn't told anyone about it, he thought it was just his anxiety. His anxiety had overwhelmed him in the past, but in the back of Yuuri's mind, Yuuri knew this was different. His anxiety had never been as intense and constant as this.

Yuuri stood in his hotel room, a cold breeze chilling him even more. Russia really was freezing in winter.

Wait. Breeze?

Yuuri looked at the window, the curtains were drawn open and the window was cracked slightly. 'That's weird, I swear I didn't leave it open last night...'

Yuuri walked over to the window, peeking out before shutting the window, making sure to lock it. He went to his suitcase and pulled out some running clothes, putting on extra layers so he wouldn't freeze.

When stripping his night clothes, Yuuri got a sinking feeling. He rushed to put on his clothes, not wanting to feel as uncomfortable as he just did. 'Why am I feeling like this? '

Grabbing his keycard, phone, and earbuds, Yuuri made his way out of the hotel, taking off onto the streets of Russia. Yuuri started jogging, tuning out the world around him. He focused on the music pounding in his ears, in time with the pounding of his steps.

He ran around the local area for well over an hour, trying to keep the nagging feeling out of his mind. As he slowed to a stop outside the hotel, he leaned over to catch his breath. Running had always been a good exercise to test his stamina.

Walking up to his hotel room, as he neared his door, Yuuri heard a crashing noise coming from inside.

'What the hell...' Yuuri quickly swiped the keycard, barging into the room. He swept the room quickly, looking around the room for what had made the noise.

Seeing nothing, Yuuri walked into the bathroom and closet, nothing was out of place. There was no trace of anything happening in the room during the time Yuuri was gone. 'Maybe it didn't really come from my room. Maybe I'm just hearing things.'

His phone ringing cut through the silence in the room. He looked at the contact, it was Celestino. He accepted the call, "Yeah, Coach?"

"Yuuri remember you need to be at the rink in half an hour, we really need to work on your quad toe-loop, and iron out your triple axel."