All About Us [Yuri Katsuki x Reader]

92 - Out of reach

Yuri Plisetsky was never one to openly say what he feels. He usually masks himself with cold indifference and righteous anger so that no one could truly tell what is going on in his mind. Often, he would tear through practice with reckless abandon and go all out regardless of the soreness of his limbs or his blistering feet.

For as long as he had lived, he had a mantra, one that he repeats to himself that he may never forget. This was just the way he was, there was no helping it. He chose to be like this. He stands up for himself, for his perspectives, for his views, for what he thinks is right. If anyone disagrees, then screw them. It was not like he was purposely shoving his beliefs down their throats. They better learn to adjust, not him. They better learn to live with it.

What he doesn't understand though, was why, even with his very strong personality, people still want to get close to him when his attitude was supposed to be pushing them all away? He really couldn't wrap his head around the fact that people willingly take his verbal beatings and his 'you-are-beneath-me' attitude just to be with him.

Oh well.

He had written it down to one of either of the two: a) they were all clinically insane or b) they were all just plain annoying...scratch that, it could be c) all of the above.

Still, he found himself stumped as to why he was starting to contemplate all of this.

Back then, if he could write a list of things he truly cares about, he wouldn't need to. He could practically count them with his fingers. One, would of course be figure skating. It was his life, he could even say that it was his reason of existence. It thrilled him to be on the ice, to progress, to grow. He disregards the strain to his body just so that he could succeed in something that he loves dearly. 

On the top of that list would be his grandpa. He was his role model, the one he looks up to, his pillar of strength when he found that he could no longer bring himself to get up. He remembers all of the home cooked meals the older man made especially for him...it made his heart swell with joy knowing that there was someone like his grandfather looking out for him which is why whenever he visits or whenever he makes it to watch him skate, he could not help but smile.

Now, he felt a sort of tug.

He didn't really care much for the other skaters. While he acknowledged that they were good, they weren't really the one's who has grabbed his attention. 

No one could match Victor on the ice. No one could match his annoying tendencies either, how he acts all childish and...weird. No one could match the other Yuri either. He hates to admit it but the Japanese piggy has skill, untapped potential. He has passion, he'll give him that much. He has the same passion that could very well rival his own which was why he wanted to beat him so badly because as much as he hates it, they are, in some ways the same.

No one could match these two that was for sure...which brings to question, why the heck were they acting like the two biggest idiots in the history of man kind?

He was alone for once. Mila had to go get some of her stuff which was why he could now watch the next skater without her unnecessary commentary. It was better that way. He didn't want her to suddenly ask stupid questions. She means well, sure but right now, he'd rather she not be here. His lips formed into a thin line.

The familiar music echoed througout the room. He remembers watching the movie once when he was a kid. His grandpa bought a copy once and he liked its message. It proposed an idea of finding one's self and of courage which was exactly the reason why he did not want to see you skate to it with such a forlorn expression.

The look of hurt in your eyes resonated with your skating. Your usually bright, (e/c) were dull.

He did not like it one bit.

You were supposed to be a force of nature, the spit fire. He always pegged you as someone who could not be knocked over. In his eyes, you were strong and beautifully so. It didn't sit well with him that you looked like this, you skated like this. You were very expressive when you skated. Despite the message of the song, you managed to make it seem rather melancholic. You were going through the motions. Gone was your usual spirit. He does not know exactly what made you end up like that but he had an idea.

You were transitioning to a triple Axel, a jump that he knew you could do perfectly-

The crowd made a collective noise of pain once you fell on the ice. 

Pushing yourself, you got up and continued with the step sequence.

He bit the inside of his cheek. Does anybody else see what he is seeing? Did anyone see just how much pain you were in. It was strange that he managed to pick up such little signs just from watching the television. Does that mean he was paying a bit too much attention? How come no one seems to be doing anything?

Your routine soon ended and the crowd cheered loudly. It did nothing to alleviate your spirit.

He watched you slowly make your way to the Kiss and Cry. You were greeted by Victor. You rigidly sat down beside the silverette, awaiting your scores.

The look on your face was positively heart breaking.

Once you received them, you got up with little ceremony and Victor followed suit. 'You could have done better' remained unspoken between the two of you. It was not that it was a bad score nor was it a bad performance but it seemed more like you wanted to leave as quickly as you possibly could.

He frowned and crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back on his chair.

He had told himself that he does not care. He was once told that the chances of being struck by lightning were even higher than him having to admit that he did have a heart beneath his bristly self.

Well he does. Of course, he'd never admit it to anyone out loud but he admits to himself that he is worried about you.

He supposed that his concern for you was borne out of his respect for you. You did not take shit from him and he grew to admire that. During his stay in Hasetsu you kept him in check and he always did enjoy your banters with him. You understood him which might be the reason why he understood you, even if it was a little bit. He swore that when he meets Victor and the pig in Moscow for the Rostelecom Cup, there would be hell to pay.

With that in mind, he grabbed his phone and tapped familiar numbers on the screen.