Skater Girl (Yuri Plisetsky x reader)

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Your pov

You slightly brush your fringe (if you don't have a fringe, use your imagination) out of your face, while lacing up your skates. As soon as you have them on, you walk over to the rink gate. As you step on the ice, you feel a rush of excitement. You push off the wall, and go straight into a few laps of the rink. After perfecting your crossovers multiple times, you head to the middle of the rink and skate into a split jump, landing a little skew-iff.
"Nice elevation, Y/N." yells Yakov from the other side of the rink. "Now, try to actually land after you jump, yes?" He belted in his familiar yet intimidating Russian accent.
You nodded your head, and tried the same jump over and over again.

After around two more hours of tirelessly skating, your practice is finally over. Yakov nods your direction, and smiles in approval.
"Miss Y/L/N, you are very good skater, no?"
"Yes" you replied- slightly disoriented from the hours of never ending skating.
"I expect more from you. But, very good. You are almost as good as Yuri, yes. You should train sometime. You could learn a lot off him."

You had heard of Yuri before- he was trained by the same coach as you. In fact, you idolised him. Hearing Yakov recommend a training session with him was almost too much for you to comprehend.

"Later," You called.

As you were walking out of the door, someone bumped into you. You quickly recovered from the fall and were about to make a rude remark when you saw who had bumped into you.

Yuri Plisetsky.

"Watch where you walk, miss..?"
He gestured to you with his hand, his hair slightly falling over his face. For a moment he looked less like an arrogant young athlete and more like a shy child.

"Y/L/N. Y/N Y/L/N," you stuttered.
"Well, Y/N, I hope to see you again sometime. You are a skater too, no?"

"Y-yes actually."

Yuri smiled and winked at you, then walked off towards where Yakov was. As you turned to the door to leave, you heard bickering between your coach and your idol filling the almost empty rink.

Yuri pov

"But why do I have to skate in that?!" I screamed. Stupid Yakov trying to make me look like an idiot. I held up the swimsuit he had requested I wear.
"You need to be better with the cold, Yuri. None of this fancy shmancy warmth bullshit. (Sorry if you didn't want that word in there. It was the only way to get my point across)
"Yakov, you want me to freeze or something? You asshole." (Another word.)
"Just wear it, Yuri."
I sighed in defeat. Yakov has been super hard on me to become a great skater ever since Viktor left to be a coach for the other Yuri.
I walked over to the change rooms, and reluctantly pulled off my leggings and long sleeved shirt. In its place, I pulled on the speedos and rash-shirt Yakov gave me. I don't get why he wants me to wear this, but there must be some reason. I mean, there is a chance of hyperthermia. Oh well.
I pulled on my skates and headed out to the rink, shivering.
"The sooner you get moving, the warmer you'll be," snickered Yakov.
I huffed- a puff of warm breath escaping my lips and disappearing into the chilly air. I raised my middle finger Yakov's direction, before stepping into the ice and skating off to practice.