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Fireworks {Yuri Katsuki}

Yuri hadn't skated in weeks. He couldn't. After placing dead last in his first Grand Prix Finale, then losing the Japanese Nationals, Yuri didn't think he could return to the rink or that he wanted. His confidence was nonexistent and his glass heart seemed close to shattering after he destroyed his own dream.

You met Yuri during his five years in Detroit where you attended college. It was a random encounter; he on his way to the rink and you on your way to the library. He was running late to practice and bumped into you, making you drop everything in your arms. Feeling incredibly guilty, he helped you carry your supplies and books to the library instead of going to practice.

You returned to Hasetsu with Yuri because he would only face his family if you were with him. You finished college by that time and agreed because you knew he needed support from someone and Celestino nor Phichit couldn't accompany him.

You knew Yuri would return to skating someday somehow. It was in his blood and in his heart. He had a type of passion that could not be suppressed and tucked away to be forgotten. You wanted him to know that more than anything but didn't want to put any pressure that may cause him to snap.

On this night, a celebration was arising with loud cheers echoing from the city below and music booming in the air. You sat on a hill near the family's inn that overlooked most of the controlled chaos with Yuri's shoulder touching yours as you waited for the grand event.

"I'm sorry for dragging you here with me," Yuri suddenly apologizes sorrowfully. "I never meant for us to stay this long, and I've been selfish."

"Don't apologize, Yuri," you replied with a reassuring grin. "I loved meeting your family and seeing where you grew up. I've never been to Japan and I feel very immersed in the culture."

"That's good." He sighed in relief. "I thought you might want to leave soon."

"If I leave, it won't be without you, I promise. I'm not going anywhere," you said, looping your arm around his.

"I feel like my depression is wearing you down," Yuri admitted.

You leaned over to kiss his cheek, causing both of them to tint a pink color. "It's not. When you're ready, I'll help you in any way you need. I can't cure you, but I'll hold your hand through your recovery, okay?"

Yuri nodded. "I want to get my love for skating back, but I don't know how. Like, I physically and mentally don't know how I can do it."

"Putting on a pair of skates might be a good start," you suggested lightly. "Get a feel of the ice again and imitate one of Viktor Nikiforov's routines like you used to. It could bring back memories of when you first started falling in love with the sport."

"I don't know if it will help. I don't feel like I'll ever be good enough to skate or compete again."

"Yuri, look at the fireworks," you directed, gesturing to the sky where the sparkling sight glinted in the night with a loud bang. "They start out as little pieces and powders that are relatively useless by themselves. They come together cohesively to form something better than themselves to create a chemical blast of layered beauty. Right now, you're made up of these small pieces with some parts missing and the only way to find them is to search far and wide in the darkest corners, then you'll be able to produce fireworks."

Yuri didn't say anything for a moment as he deeply thought through your words. "That analogy makes a lot of sense, actually. I get what you're saying."

"So..."

"I'll go to the ice rink tomorrow, but I don't know if it will do any good. Skating is the only thing I saw myself doing for a long time and I'll do anything to get it back," he said with conviction.

"You're already taking a step in the right direction. I think we're all ready to see that smile on your face again," you responded, poking his cheek.

"Do you think that I could win the Grand Prix Finale if I went for it again? Your honest opinion, please," Yuri pleaded, not wanting you of all people to sugar coat this.

You let out a breath. "I think you can beat anyone, Yuri. You have the most heart in this over any other skater you will ever compete against, but it's you who needs to make it happen. Ultimately, you're the one who has to show the world that you can rise after falling so hard. Go for it and you might just make history. It all starts with you."

"Yuri! (Y/N)!" Minako called from the bottom of the hill where she was standing with Mari.

"Do you want to join them? We don't have to," you told Yuri.

Yuri glanced at you and rose to his feet, taking you with him. He wasn't the type to join in such festivities, especially now that his mood was on the constant decline and you expected him to want to go straight back to the inn, which you were okay with, but a part of you did want to join his sister and ballet teacher.

"Let's have some fun. I think we need it," Yuri stated with a half-smile.

You squealed and took Yuri's hand in yours and descended the hill. You joined with Minako and Mari to walk through the town that was shining with cheer. You met up with Yuuko and Takeshi and their triplets sometime during the night, but got separated from Yuri through the basic family get together.

"(Y/N), did you talk to him?" Minako asked after getting you away from the others.

"Yes, and he said he's going to go down to the rink tomorrow, but don't say anything," you answered excitedly.

Minako pulled you into a tight hug. "Thank you so much. We were all so worried he wouldn't skate again."

"My pleasure. I know how happy it makes him and I wanted to see him skate again just as much as you guys," you replied happily.

"(Y/N)!"

You diverged from Minako and made it back to Yuri who had been shouting for you. You intertwined your hands once more and walked down the middle of the festive street.

"You needed something?" you said.

"What were you talking to Minako about?" he questioned immediately.

"Your skating, of course," you revealed honestly. "They're all concerned about you too."

"I know," Yuri mumbled in shame at the thought of causing so many people distress.

You frowned and tugged him away from the crowds and into a narrow alleyway. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders with your hands on the back of his neck.

"It's okay for people to be worried about you and you have the right to feel the way you do. No one is angry at you and we all just want you to feel better in any way you can. We love you enough to know that your turmoil is hard enough for you to deal with as it is. We won't let you face this alone, okay?"

Yuri nodded and shyly put his arms around you in return as you gently kissed him. Yuri Katsuki: the figure skater with the world's biggest glass heart. You hope one day, very soon, that he will be able to live without worry of it being broken, but, right now, you're more focused on repairing the cracks.