Laces

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Y/N woke up to what seemed like a beautiful morning, the sun pouring in through the windows - the snow perfectly laden on the ground outside. Looking around the room, she saw her phone, and was about to grab it before she saw a huge case. Then did she recall that it was her suit, and after did she remember that today was her big tournament. A weight stop her from getting off the bed. Y/N's stomach lurched inside of her, yet she got up and went to the Hot Spring for a bath.
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She came out soon later in a simple pair of jeans and her usual hoodie, finding Yurio also ready. Slipping on her 'Russia' jacket, which matched Yurio's, they were already out of Yu-topia Katsuki and waiting for their professional taxi. Viktor, Yuuri and Minako were all tagging along. The first out of the two to skate was Y/N, so they went off to the woman's event.

Y/N was rushed off to the skater's private area, leaving the rest waiting anxiously outside her dress-room. She walked out quite a few minutes later, wearing a stunning navy-blue suit. It was covered in jewels and sparkled as she walked through the light, catching the eyes of her friends. Yurio inhaled deeply - he had never seen her in one of her suits, and it struck him that she had quite good taste indeed. Her hair, unlike her usual look, was mainly left open with a small portion done up into a bun. The rest cascaded down her back, glistening with what seemed to be hair-glitter.

 The rest cascaded down her back, glistening with what seemed to be hair-glitter

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That, but as a full suit going all the way to her ankles :P

'What's with the hair?' Asked Yurio, pushing it behind her ear. She blushed slightly - he'd never usually make a move like this.

'Y-You'll see. Once I start skating, it does wonders~' Before anyone else could see her suit, Y/N slipped on her jacket so that only her plain bottom half could be seen. As Yurio looked closer, he noticed that she was wearing her favourite white skates - the one's she was given for the last Christmas she had with Yurio. She always used to say she kept them for when she really needed them - that they gave her good luck only when she needed it most.

She began her stretches, muttering things under her breathe every few seconds. Time trailed past until the televisions flickered on; Y/N immediately shot up and looked at the screen.

'Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the Japanese Woman's Cup!' A wave of applause and hopeful cheers followed, and the announcement continued. 'Today, the best female skaters from around the globe will compete for the Cup. And.....'

The voice dissolved in the commotion around her, and Y/N could not avert her concentration from failure, disgrace or embarrassment. Every time she imagined herself holding the cup, the vision faded into a view of the leaderboard, her name at the very bottom. Time ticked past and the moment came for Y/N to get ready.

She was sitting on a chair, bending down to fix her laces. Y/N's fingers trembled violently, she fumbled and failed to tie her own laces. Before she knew it, however, Yurio had bent down and done her laces.

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