cold cold // yuri!!! on ice

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the air felt so frozen
and you are the only thing warm enough to free me.

every guy was a fictional character. because there was never any actual chance a guy would choose me.

not to mention a celebrity who probably has every girl's name tattooed on his wrist.

i had to brush the stupid thoughts from my head. maybe the ramen was messing with me.

it was even making me want to check the skin on my forearm. how dumb.

i still couldn't tear my eyes away from the screen. his body moved so fast and smoothly. his hair flowed like fog. he didn't look scared or nervous, even in front of all those eyes.

probably a narcissist.

my food grew cold in my hands. his performance wasn't so long, and yet i couldn't move when he finished. my fingers tugged at the coarse bandaging around my wrist.

it was 11:09am now. a nap was needed before work.

with tired movements, i put away the soggy food, grabbing milk in the process. i pushed the carton open, lifting it to my lips as my eyes drifted lazily to the screen. the words were so soft spoken, i could barely hear them. but he was back on air again for an interview, unfortunately. my eyes wouldn't leave as i drank. though, now that i think about it, maybe that was a good thing.

captions flew by on the bottom of the tv, something i usually never pay attention to. but now they were relevant, and my eyes scanned them. my fingers froze to the carton.

my name. holy shit. he was saying my name.