「Anime x Reader One Shots」

Lessons (Yuri Plisetsky x Reader)

The first time Yuri ever stepped foot on the ice was a memory you knew and cherished so much. At such a young age, the two of you would skate together for fun even though you knew it wasn't something you were good at. As each of you would skate more and more together, it was obvious that this was an activity that he enjoyed dearly. Soon enough, he was taking lessons to compete in ice skating competitions.

You enjoyed watching him skate, every day he skated the better he got which always fascinated you. Even if you didn't dare try skating with him, you loved supporting him from the sidelines, being the one person to compliment his skating even when he messed up a jump and both him and his coach got angry about it.

Even before he started to compete, Yuri always had a short temper, but it only seemed to worsen as the stress of skating got to him. It seemed as if the only time he acted like the little boy you once knew was when he was with his grandfather.... Or, of course, when he was with you. But even so, it was rare when he acted like he used to when you were around. It was only when you caught him off guard did his shields that he built to high finally lower.

When you entered the ice rink where he normally skated, you expected to see him busting his ass trying to perfect difficult jumps while his coach yelled and pressured him even more to get it right. But for once, Yuri seemed to be calm on the ice. His coach was nowhere to be seen and instead, he seemed to be practicing his freestyle performance, the same routine that Viktor had choreographed himself.

You were mesmerized as you watched him skate, his movements putting you in a trance-like state. Even if you wanted to, you weren't able to take your eyes away from him. The way his skating perfectly matched the song that was playing completely fascinated you. It was incredible to think that even though the two of you first stepped on the ice at the same time, that he could come this far while you were barely able to do anything while skating.

It was time for him to go for the quad jump, something he had perfected long ago, so you expected him to land it with ease. Instead, he purposely jumped higher than he ever did for the jump and landed hard on the ice. He angrily slammed his fist on the ice and got back onto his feet as he fumed.

"Why did you jump so high?" you asked, only now giving away your presence. He turned to face you with a look of shock on his face, but soon the anger came back. "That's way too high for a normal jump."

"What are you talking about? You don't skate like me, you don't know anything about this!" he roared at you. You weren't afraid of him, though. After knowing him for this long you could tell that the real person he was angry with was himself.

"I know I can't skate like you, but I've watched you practice enough to learn a lot about it. That jump was too high and I know you're straining yourself to jump that high so you can get more points in the competition. Just please don't hurt yourself, okay?"

The anger that was spread across his face slowly faded away and he skated over to where you stood behind the rail. You smiled knowing that he was a lot calmer because of you. You were glad knowing you had that effect on him.

"Why do you always watch me skate?" he muttered. "You know how to skate and if you practiced, you'd be able to compete too. So why do you always insist on sitting on the sidelines?"

"Ice skating is your talent- not mine. And besides, it's not something I passionately enjoy like you. I'm content with just watching you skate while trying to find something I enjoy."

It was the truth. As fun as ice skating was, you couldn't see yourself making it a career like Yuri did. Until you figure out what you want to do, you wanted to watch him every time he practiced and competed so he would know that no matter what happened, he always had someone there to support him.