Yuzuru Hanyu Collection stories

Pain

Stressed. Is everything you can see from his eyes when he arrives at your apartment at night.

Tears is rolling down slowly from his eyes to his chin, blank eyes staring at the floor. Lips being bitten by it's owner.
He walks slowly to the living room, aimlessly, shoulders trembling too much because he is trying his best to stop the tears to jumps from his eyes, blinking it several times because it's starting to become blurr. He doesn't care where he tossed his bag, couch or floor? He doesn't want to know.

He isn't cursing or throwing things, he isn't shouting or else. He just shut his mouth, sitting on the couch in living room, staring to the window with teary eyes. And it worries you so much, thinking it's better if he broke every little things in your room but he never do it.

His lips slowly becomes more swollen because he bites into it too hard or even bleeding, swallows and panting heavily because he is keeping his sobs inside his mouth.

His hand doesn't stop trembling, you can see so much scars on his foot when he removed his sport shoes, bruised. Bandages, the stinking smell from the pain spray.

His head is looking down, to the floor after looking to the window with blank eyes.

He fell, he failed, he wants to stop.

You're there and you saw so many reasons for him to stop. You're the prove, Yuzuru Hanyu, one of the best figure skater from Japan. Countlessly broke the world record, isn't a perfect human being that suddenly become the great figure skater.

Depression.

Stressful.

Pain.

Fall.

Failure.

Crying.

Scars.

Bruised.

Wounded.

Shutting himself.

Hating himself for not getting good enough.

You just walks in to the room, with two cups of tea. Sitting beside him, slowly put the cups on the table across the couch where he is sitting on for more than one hour with silence tears and a little noise because he is hiccuping.

You doesn't say anything or asking. You just look at him, wipes his tears from his swollen narrow eyes with your thumb, caressing his swollen lips.

Your heart break when he narrowed his eyes, frowning eyebrows and breaks into tears once again when your eyes met his eyes. He is sobbing, leaning to your shoulder, hugging you tightly like you're his lifeline. You can hear it, he is sobbing loudly beside your ear, mumbles how useless and stupid he is. A moron

You don't say anything, nor you are smiling.

You just hug him and caress his back slowly until he stop crying and fall asleep tiredly with puffy eyes.

You know he can stop.

You know and you are supporting him no matter what he choose.

He can stop and retired.

You know he can, and there's so many reasons for him to do that.

You know,

And he knows.

But he doesn't stop and keep going.