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Three years till their meeting.

"Yuuri! Yuuri look, I got a streak! I can't believe it's finally happening," Phichit Chulanont spoke while he excitedly shoved a tiny scrap of black hair, still attached to his head, in his rink mate's face.

Yuuri, sighing, responded with a bit less enthusiasm, "That's great! Only one more year till you meet." Phichit's eyes were practically sparkling. Yuuri skated over to the side of the rink and pulled off his skates.

"Are you done for today?" Phichit asked not having moved from his original spot in the middle of the ice. Yuuri nodded without looking back to the Thai skater. It's not that he wasn't happy for his friend, of course, he was, it was just a bit disheartening to see everyone around you, even those much younger than you, get to meet their soulmate when you hadn't even gotten a streak yet.

Though he knew it would happen eventually, he couldn't help the negative thoughts. What if he wasn't good enough for a soulmate, so he wasn't given one? Shaking away that particular possibility, Yuuri walked back to his room.

*

Two years till they meet.

Yuuri read the message from Phichit quickly, apparently, he had just met his soulmate. It was a total freak meeting too. The person was here for visiting and also a professional figure skater. Figures that Phichit would get super lucky. Yuuri set down his phone and stretched out his legs. Skating has never been so appealing.

Now that Phichit found his soulmate, he didn't know anyone past the age of thirteen that was still as painfully alone as he was. His childhood friends were soulmates, it had been really weird that they had met so soon, his sister had a soulmate, along with his parents and coach.

There were probably other skaters in Detroit who didn't have a soulmate, he tried to reason, but... Yuuri didn't know them, so he figured that they didn't count.

As soon as Yuuri's legs were warmed up and ready to go, he slid his skates on, making his way around the rink slowly.

His mind wandered which made any jumps impossible. He thought about how happy his sister had been when she noticed the streak of yellow in her hair, how excited Phichit had been, then about how Yuko acted with Takeshi. All of it was very stressful, everyone he knew was happy with their destined partner already. All Yuuri had was the ice, thank god he had at least that.

About an hour later, more skaters were starting their practice. That was what ultimately made Yuuri leave. He quickly exchanged his skates for outside shoes and made his way to a park nearby. He had decided that a breather might help him focus on skating rather than soulmates.

It did, but only temporarily.

*

One and a half years till they meet.

Yuuri was tired of hearing about how relieved Jean and Phichit were about their left eyes going back to normal. Here's the thing, yes he was intrigued by how soulmates worked, but no he didn't want to feel even more miserable about not being a year or less away from meeting his.

Though... He had wondered what the whole process would be like since he was a child. Would his streaks be a noticeable color- like red? Would it be weird when his left eye changed color? Would the duet stage be annoying? Phichit said he hated that part the most, even though it lasted for the shortest amount of time.

After pushing the most nagging thoughts away, he put in earbuds and started practicing his free skate for next season. Celestino had picked the music, as always, but Yuuri would still try. When he felt that he needed a break from that program he pulled out his phone, selecting Victor Nikiforov's last routine's theme.