In the United States of America in the state of Massachusetts, in the city of Boston, there is a boy who is good at figure skating, very good. He's been doing it all of his life, which hasn't been long yet, only seven years.
There was one year, at the age of five, in which he barely skated at all, too saddened by the departure of his father from his life and mother from this world.
Fortunately, given his young age, he was quickly adopted by the Allan family. Unfortunately, however, they wished for him to cease skating.
"It costs too much. It's not worth it, especially when you get hurt."
"I won't get hurt!" the young boy promised.
Understandably, his adoptive parents laughed at this.
So for a year, he worked in secret, sneaking into the skating rink with his skates which he was rapidly outgrowing, and smiling like he had nothing to hide, no matter how badly he bruised himself trying to jump like the skaters on television he so looked up to.
Why, you ask? Because skating is the one place he felt free. Free from the odd stares and ridicule of his peers, the "normal" children who are so boring but dared to ridicule him.
Yes, he was going to show them all how much better he was than all of them. Those mundane exercises in mediocrity and his father, that refuse of a man. The boy would show his father all he missed by leaving and that he was doing just fine without him, thank you very much.
Eventually, he doesn't quite remember how, but he convinced his adoptive mother to let him enter a competition.
The rink was tiny, with an audience of ten, five competitors and two judges. The boy won.
And he kept on winning until his parents relented their scepticism, at least in front of him.
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RANPOE Yuri!!! On Ice AU (kind of)
FanfictionThis is in late celebration of YAOI Day, 1st August. Yeah, i know I'm hella late, sowwy. Also, I know next to nothing about Figure Skating so I'm going to be intentionally vague but feel free to roast me for my BS.