Yurio || A Yuri Plisetsky One Shot ||

Yurio

     It was a day like any other, I was at the ice rink watching Viktor coach Yuri for the next competition coming up. All of a sudden a pale hand sat on the cold bars next to mine, I glare up at the skater. Yuri Plisetsky.

     I have loved him since he started skating, before he ever became famous. I fell in love with him as he fell in love with skating. He was so nice back when we were younger, I had just moved from America to Russia. I had no friends yet and he walked up to me and gave me the cutest smile.

Flashback:

     I was sitting outside of an ice rink that my cousin, Emi, was to work at, along side with the original owners which she partnered up with a month prior. That's why we moved from America. I've been living with her since I was a baby, she took me in when my parents died.

     Emi is 25 years old, she has deep purple and light indigo colored eyes, which is apparently rare. She's a hard worker, and loves me unconditionally, I've been with her since she was 18. She's a hard worker, having gotten her business degree while majoring in Japanese while in America.

     She always loved the culture, Russia was one step closer to her dream of owning an ice rink in Japan. She learned Russian in high school and college, she taught me all 3 languages as I was growing up and she wanted to make use of us being trilingual. Which is why I was sitting alone in front of an ice rink in Russia.

     "Why are you sitting alone?" I looked up to see a young boy standing next to me. He had blonde hair and the prettiest blue-green eyes. The kind smile on his face could make anyone giddy. "I-I have no friends... I just m-moved from America." I said quietly, pulling my knees closer to my chest.

     I hear a soft laugh come from the boy and look up to see his smile soften, "I'll be your friend, Zaika. I'm Yuri Plisetsky, by the way, I'm 9 years old." He held out his hand and gave me the smile I would soon fall in love with. I took his hand and shook it while softly saying, "I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I-I'm 7, can I give you a nickname too?" He laughed and nodded, "It's only right." I smile and choose what I'll call him, "Yurio."

     After that Yurio and I became the best of friends, you wouldn't see Yurio with out me and you wouldn't see me without Yurio. We were inseparable for 4 years after that, until he started to get more serious about ice skating.

     He was 13 and I had just turned 11, we went to and ice competition that Yuri was to compete in. I didn't know that would be the day his life changed, our lives changed.

     I sat next to Yurio in the hallway, waiting for his name to be called, "This is so exciting Yurio. You're going to be competing in an actual ice skating competition!" I shake his arm in excitement, I had been in love with him for 3 years already. I heard him sigh, "I know, Zaika, you're not helping my nerves."

     I couldn't help but giggle at the nickname he had given me 4 years ago. He said I reminded him of a bunny when we met, small and cute, so he gave me that nickname.

     I heard his name being annouced as the next skater on the rink, and turned to face him, "Yurio, you won't forget me when you become famous, right? You won't change and leave me behind?" He looked at me as if I had grown an extra head, "What? Why would you ask that (Y/N), I'd never let ice skating and fame get in the way of our friendship," He promised before giving me a small smile and patted me on my head. Then, Yurio gave me a hug and walked to the ice rink as his name was called to perform.