Teach Me ⚣ Victuri

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Yuri's Point Of View

Katsuki Blade Academy
8:15 a.m.

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"You know what, I may be your son.......

But you certainly aren't my father."

"Yuri, no. No, please."

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I was sitting on the outside walls of the rink, my hair messy and undone, my eyes still tired.

Victor's arms were tightly wrapped around my waist while his head rested on my side, obviously just as tired as I was.

We were watching the morning sun shine down on the rink in front of us, making it almost glisten.

It was beautiful.

But I think I was too tired to even care.

I was always too tired to care.

Regardless, we were here because Mr. spunky 15 year old was still on our radar as a student for the time being.

And considering what had happened the other day, I was not considered a student anymore.

If you think about it though, I never really was in the first place.

If you know what I mean.

So Yurio was our main focus now.

I now had the title of "assistant coach."

And it was fun.

Or at least, the skating was fun.

Getting up early in the morning, Victor having to pry my lifeless body off of his cloud-like bed, was not fun.

Not. Fun. At. All.

But.....

When duty calls.

"Yurio, your footwork's lazy. I want strong legs," Victor said sternly as he poked his head out beside me.

"What does it look like I'm trying to do?!" Yurio yelled as he stopped his skating, obviously needing to prove his anger.

Uh oh.

"It looks like you're not trying hard enough. That's what it looks like!"

"Well then you can just shut your ass up then. I want Yuri's opinion!"

"Fucking brat!"

Oh god.

"I am not getting in the middle of this," I said as Yurio flipped off Victor, the gesture returned immediately by him as well. "God, you two are acting like children!"

"Am not!" they both yelled.

Are they being serious?!