Lights costumed the frozen stage as he prepares himself for another epic skate of his career. His fingers clicking against the side of the arena as he readies himself for his shot to win the Grand Prix.
"Ladies and Gentleman welcome-"
Here I go this is my shot, my chance to impress him.
He balances himself in the center of the stage. Audience quiet, everything surrounds him with silence.
The music starts, his heart pumps in his chest.
He feels light gliding across the frozen water, almost as a feather floating through wind.
His black hair slicked back, he pauses, some of it falling in front of his face as he looks out into the crowd.
Victor, his one love, oh Victor.
Victor nods as he nods, the music dies down. The audience amplifies the stadium. He pants, his eyes glued onto the man before him, his coach, his lover.
He exits, his breath shaky due to the impressive workout.
Minutes later, results come back.
"Yuri Katsuki, First place."
The audience cheers once more, his heart flutters, him and his coach hug.
Then the kiss.
The kiss was unexpected, unexplainable.
Amazing.
Once again he's stuck, lost in a trance he can't escape, he can feel his heart break through his chest. He felt light once more.
The feeling of love you can never forget.
The tortuous feelings of love.
