Reverence (Yuri Plisetsky x OC)

Born To Make History

I smiled at yet another picture of Victor and Yuri's kiss on social media while on the flight to Moscow. I turned to the two, Victor currently sleeping like an angel on Yuri's shoulder, who's cheek was resting on the crown of his head. I saw it coming. I think I was the only one who saw it coming but really, how could you not with all the tension between them? I was just hoping the walls in the next hotel were thick.

It was absolutely freezing as we stepped out the airport in Moscow and I shivered, my leg still in it's cast and Victor helped me by letting me hold his arm as we walked to check into the hotel. The snow really not helping as I was clumsy mixed with injured.

"I'm gonna go explore the Hotel." I shouted through the wall to Victor and Yuri

"Okay! I'll text you when we're going for dinner." Yuri's voice came back as I wandered into the hall and for the elevator. As I went down to the lobby I noticed a face I recognised.

"Sala!" I called and the girl spun, then smiled at me. We'd competed together during my one and only year in the Senior Division.

"Aimi." she smiled, jogging over to me - shortly followed by a man "nice to see you, I saw you were supporting Yuri in China, I didn't know if you'd be here too!"

"Yeah, I am - you're competing in the Grad Prix again this year?"

"Just try and stop me!" she giggled, the man behind her cleared his throat "oh, right this is my brother, Mickey."

"Hi." I smiled

"Aimi used to skate with me." Sala explained "speaking off, how's your leg? I noticed it was in a cast on T.V."

"Routine surgery, making sure everything healed as best it could." I said for the millionth time

"Oh, okay. I hope it heals okay!" she smiled

"Thanks!" I grinned

"I should go, we're going out for dinner." she said and I waved goodbye to her. I sighed, seeing the hotel was filled with people I recognised to be skaters but I'd never met before. They all looked at me, they knew who I was and suddenly I was feeling very closed in and my leg itched in my cast. Then a ray of hope walked in the front door and I grinned when I saw Yuri walk in with Yakov and the other skaters under his coaching.

"Yuri!" I smiled and he turned, the tiniest of smiles breaking out on to his face and I limped over to him, I threw an arm around his shoulders "thank god you're here!" I said as I let him go, his face tinted pink as I did "everyone's looking at me like I'm Elvis back from the dead."

He let off a small chuckle "you practically are."

"Hey!" I laughed, punching his arm lightly.

A red haired girl suddenly appeared at his elbow, speaking to him in Russian"oh, hello." she addressed me.

"Hi.." I managed awkwardly

"I'm Mila Babicheva." she smiled, holding a hand out to me.

"Aimi Katsuki." I responded and her eyes widened

"I remember you, you lan-"

"-landed the quadruple axel, yeah that was me." I finished for her with a smile, I'd been getting that a lot lately. Yuri barked something rude sounding to her in Russian and she giggled.

"It was nice to meet you!" she waved before walking over to Yakov.

"Sorry about her." Yuri sighed

"It's no problem." I chuckled "I'm kind of excited though, I've never been to Moscow before."

"You didn't go for Grand Prix's?"