Yuri looked to the ground.
He was feeling anxious all of a sudden.
There was a lot at stake here. If he lost this competition, Victor would go on his merry way back to Russia with Yurio and the two of you would end up being coach-less. There was a lot on his shoulders. This could be his last chance and he can't let this opportunity slip from his fingers.
He can't. He won't.
'I have to win...I have to...I have to...'
His vision began to blur, the ground started spinning. A thin sheen of sweat was starting to coat his fore head.
He hated that he always felt like this whenever his about to skate in a competition. He hated that he felt so under par.
He doesn't know what to do. He doesn't even think that he could top Yurio's performance.
He felt gentle hands steady him.
He looked up to see you giving him a small, encouraging smile.
His eyes widened.
"Hey, you're going to do great out there," you started, "I believe - no, I know that you can do this."
He wrapped his arms around you once again. He needed to hold onto you.
"Please watch...I am going to skate with everything I have out there today," his warm breath tickled your ear, "I am going to be the tastiest pork cutlet bowl ever,"
You couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle as he compared himself to his favorite dish and gave him a peck on his lip, "I know you will be, Yuri. I won't be taking my eyes off of you."
He face felt warm. He nodded in affirmation.
He took of his own jacket and handed it over to you.
Your eyes trailed over Yuri's form. Your face felt hot.
Damn did he looked good in that costume.
You turned away, your back was facing him. You had to check whether or not you were already leaking blood from your nose.
He hasn't even skated yet and his overall presence already had a huge effect on you.
"(Y/N)?"
You turned back to him and he was surprised to find you with little bits of tissue already stuffed into your nostrils.
"Uh...?"
You gave him a look, "What? It's best to be prepared, y'know?"
"Prepared?"
You sighed and shook your head at your hopeless boyfriend, "Dude, you have no idea what affect you have on me wearing that costume."
He looked away with a flustered expression.
You think he's starting to get it.
"Introducing our next skater, representing Japan, a late bloomer who's become a rising star," Morooka announced, "Yuri Katsuki!"
The crowd cheered.
You lightly shoved him toward's the entrance of the rink, "That's your queue. Show them what you've got and knock them dead, Yuri."
He finally cracked a smile.
Taking a deep breath, he took his first step onto the ice.
This was it. He had to get his game together.
"He will be skating to 'On Love: Eros'. He has had some trouble expressing 'Eros' but he has found inspiration in thinking of his favorite dish, the pork cutlet bowl."
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All About Us [Yuri Katsuki x Reader]
Fanfiction✴"Forever is a long time...but I wouldn't mind spending it by your side"✴ The thought of ice skating never once crossed your mind not until you had met him. You never intended to, he was just there at the right moment, at the right time. Neverthel...