the stars in my sky/viktuuri

and then, we're off

hey guys! lot of changes to fit my au
-yuuri was a transfer student to russia when he was 12
-yurio and yuuri are both same age(14)
-viktor is 15 rn so don't mind the change in age gap
-yuuri is antisocial af and only has internet friends basically (phichit, seung, ji, and leo)
-yuuri is like on viktor level rn bc all he's done is practice for the past 14 years
-horomones basically

*Viktor

I walked into the skating rink with Yurio, distantly listening to him talk about the annoying girls in his grade chasing after him after they heard he had won the juniors skating championship final. I nodded along hastily when he paused to see if I was paying attention, and pulled my hair into a ponytail, with only a few strings of silver coming loose.

When we stepped into the building, we both stood still, absorbing the chilled breeze that welcomed us from the hot sun from outside. We both smiled slightly at the young girl working at the counter, and I waved to her once more as we left to go through the blue door out to the ice with our skates in hand.

The ice was mostly empty, with a few of the junior kids messing around on the sides of the ice, trying to teach each other their choreography. My smile quickly disappeared when I saw him in the back left corner of the ice; his corner. He was stretching across the rail, pulling his leg up to his ear, and then lifting up on his toes like that. He stretched his other leg back behind him, leaning his forehead on the rail. His raven black hair was kept out of his forehead by two clips on his bangs, and his glasses were sitting on the ledge, along with his backpack and water bottle. He always got here before us, even though Yurio and I left right as the bell rang at our school. I'm pretty sure that i've seen him at school, on his phone, but I've heard rumors that he might be homeschooled by his mother.

I could see his ear buds in his ears, attached to a phone that was faced upright on the railing, looking back at him. He must be talking to his friends again. I've heard that he doesn't have any real friends in Russia here, but has friends from across the globe that he skypes regularly. He doesn't really talk to anyone but them.

Yuuri Katsuki. 14, ice skater. He transferred here to Russia from Japan two years ago, and the only thing I've ever seen him do is practice. His face is always blank, even when he makes or fails a jump. He simply gets back up and tries again. I've seen him smile once, when he was talking to a friend from Thailand. It was gorgeous. I've talked to him. He's never talked to me. He's only a year younger but around him, I feel like he's my senior. He's beautiful- small, a little more skinny than muscular, but beautiful.

Just as Yurio is about to punch my arm to get me out of my daze, the rink goes quickly silent as everyone stops to stare at the laugh that just escaped Yuuri's lips. I could see his mouth quietly moving from here, but I couldn't hear a sound. His laugh, though, was loud and obnoxious, but quick as he went back to talking to his friend. Yurio looked at me wide-eyed. "I've never even seen him smile before," he glared at the boy.

I patted his shoulder and went off, saying, "how unfortunate for you," causing him to angrily skate towards me, throwing profanities my way.

Yuuri doesn't perform in competitions, for an unknown reason. All he does is skate in the rink, and he does his choreography that's assigned, but he never signs up for the actual competition himself. If I didn't know that all he ever did was practice, I would've guessed him to be a prodigy. Yurio got second place in juniors until just this year, when I joined the seniors decision and he got first. I, however, got second place in the senior competition at 15, placing the highest score to ever be recorded for someone my age. If Yuuri went in the juniors competitions though, he could beat Yurio and get first place with nothing but a glance at the judges.