Reader, He Fell For You ~ Yuri!!! On Ice

Chapter 3 - Skates and Blushes

Blood rushed to my face. Trying to cover my burning cheeks with my scarf, I blubbered. "Oh, right. Sorry. Ahaha, i'll go. I didn't mean to interrupt. It looks great-" He sighed and stared at me like I was an idiot. I felt uneasy. I turned to leave before he spoke. "I wasn't being sarcastic. I've got nothing better to do. But if you want to leave.." He glided in circles.

"No! I mean.. join you? I'm not very good. Nowhere near as good as you."

"They store the skates over there." He pointed to a large chest of drawers beside the rink, ignoring what I had just said. I hesitated, checking my phone. I'd barely been gone 7 minutes. What's a few more? In silence, I made my way to the drawers. An array of colours and glitter greeted me from inside the drawer with my shoe size painted on the front.

 Each pair of skates were different. These certainly weren't the plain, bright orange skates they rented out to the public back home. Surely they didn't rent these to just anyone? I settled on a pair of white velvet skates, with glittery blue detailing and white ribbon laces. Fitting them over thick white tights, I hung my coat over the railing, hoping my blue dress wouldn't fly up at any time.

I tugged off my beanie, shook my hair out and awkwardly stepped onto the ice, hoping to god my makeup hadn't smudged on the run here. He continued to do his own thing, as if I wasn't there. Low, Christmassy music played in the background. Out of nowhere, he started to talk about some competition, in a city close by, that he was training for, not looking at me once. He told me about his new routine, something about love, it was easy to lose concentration while I watched him skate. 

He apparantly had to spend almost every day in here alone, practicing, away from his home in Russia. Here I was complaining to myself about my parents' rules. It dawned on me that he wasn't actually as free as I thought. He turned to me as I concentrated on moving around the ice.