*Singer!Reader*
His songs described him as much as your songs described you. His passion for the ice is the same as yours for music. Perhaps it was the strong passionate drive and the determination to get to where you are now that the two of you had become fast friends. His understanding of your love for music and your understanding for his love of ice skating brought together what Yakov and Victor had once called a chaotic friendship. For the songs you had sung or practiced with became the songs that Yuri had became attuned to listening to, they became the songs that he was gravitating towards.
And this was needless to say, your voice became the sole reason as to why he had chose certain songs. Your influence had played a part in creating who he is today. Yes, you were, first and foremost, your own person, but you were also his childhood friend, one of his greatest supporters.
"Yuratchka," you had softly called out one day, your eyes shining with excitement. It was either he did wonderful on his execution of his jumps again, or you had great news to tell him. He turned to you, his normally cold turquoise eyes softening and he sweeps his bangs back, "What is it?"
"Remember that day you had asked me, if I could describe you as a musical piece?" you prompted, leaning against the ice rink. He nods as he makes his way towards you. The rink was empty for once, and it was just you and him, and you changed the song to a fast paced piano piece. The tempo was fast, the piano keys were practically dancing in tune, creating a rhythm and wonderfully dramatic speed that dictated nothing but the passion and dedication of the musician's prowess. By the time it finished, both your eyes were glimmering with unseen determination and passion and you breathed out, "Allegro Appasionato, in B minor. Allegro meaning fast and appasionato meaning full of passion, I feel like it fits you, not just the name of it, but also mood and story that it paints."
At that time, Yuri had not completely understood your meaning behind it. He wasn't entirely sure what you had meant by that, and he never did have the chance to ask you. After all, your biggest moment was coming up, you were finally going to debut yourself as a singer on your own. You had practice, and training, for there was a concert coming up. One that coincided almost with the timing of the Grand Prix Final. To say he was disappointed was an understatement, the poor boy was not only disappointed but also conflicted. This would be the first solo concert you performed since your debut back when you were 10. And this was his first Grand Prix Final since his senior debut, both of you had wanted to support the other, but neither had foreseen the possibility of their passion and goals overlapping with the other.
"It's okay, if I manage to take the first flight back to Spain, I can make it!" you had reassured him over the phone. He scowled and you can hear him scoff in response. A small smile plays on your lips and you whispered, "So do your best okay?"
"Of course I will," he gruffly responds, but his tone softens and he muttered, "You too, [F/N]." He almost says it out loud, the pet name he had once given you, and you almost hear it too, and he knows you did, with the giggles that he hears over the phone.
"Do well, zvezda moya1. And show the world just how amazing you are." You hear his breath hitch and he cursed, "What are you doing to me, kotyonok2?"
"Cheering you on, supporting you," you laughed, but you keep the last part to yourself. And loving you.
As soon as his free program began, the thoughts of showing off to the world ran through his head. He wanted them to see just how amazing he is, to see how much talent he had, to show them that he was capable of climbing to the top; his entire being was filled with passion and determination to show to the world who he is.
He had always known that he was overly competitive, but he also knew that this competitive side of him caused him to push not only himself, but others to their greatest potential. Katsuki Yuri. The main source of not only his desire to win, but to do better, to show how much potential he has. He wanted nothing more than to just flaunt everything he had, and he had never been more glad for the program that was choreographed for this song than now.
