•born to make history°

•just stay close to me°

° victuuri •

This is just what I imagine what else happened at the banquet prior to this moment. I wanted to somehow incorporate that into this very powerful scene (which I did alter around a little bit to what I felt would bring in a more powerful impact on the characters). So, of course, all the characters in this book belong to the owners of 'Yuri!!! On Ice' and only them. Aside from that, enjoy my first one-shot of this book!

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He skates as strong as his heart is as fragile as glass. His ambition is there, and it's so prominent it shines brighter than the rhinestones on his suit. I've captured this on the video and while seeing him skate and fall over and over again, practicing non-stop even when he wants to take a break.

And, sometimes, I can see the heartbroken emotion in his eyes during intimate moments of him and me alone. I can easily see through the tough guards he puts up through his eyes, while others believe every word he says. I can read him easily, and I usually take advantage of that in situations such as this.

He's feeling ill-confident, and I can see it in the bags under his eyes and the drowsy and tense demeanor he presents as I held his head and covered his ears in my gloved hands. I don't exactly know what's best for him at this moment, but...if I'm going to break him out of this, then I have to think quickly—it's almost time for him to skate.

Yuuri gives me a look as his shaky hands come up to grab onto my wrist to take them off of his ears. "Victor...it's almost time for me to get up there," he whispers, then lingers to drop my hands to my sides. He picks up his earbuds and stuffs them into his pockets before he began walking off whilst fixing the glasses on his face. "I don't want to be late."

His voice...it sounds so lost. It makes my heart hurt. I need to do something. Anything. Just to get a reaction out of him - any reaction. I stand in my place, suddenly getting an idea, albeit cruel.

"Yuuri."

"Huh?"

I didn't want him to go out on the rink with bottled up emotions; if he could release his emotions just a little bit, that should make him feel better and help him loosen his body up. I have a plan. I set my right hand on my forehead and let out a small sigh.

If his heart is as fragile as glass, I should see what happens when I shatter it into pieces.

I turn around with a distraught look in my eyes and let some of my hair fall over my left eye. "It is at least partially in my fault if you mess up your program and don't make it up to the podium," I begin, already seeing the confused and worried look in his face. I glance off for a split second, then let my hand slide down to my neck as I speak once more. "I'll take full responsibility and resign as your coach."

And suddenly there is silence. Not even the music and cheers above could slice through the thick and tense atmosphere that's been created because of my words; but, even then, that's not even the main thing I can focus on. It's Yuuri. His face is shocked, eyes wide and mouth hanging out just a little. His body is still, the only thing moving to be his chest as he breathes, and his eyes as he searches my face for an answer. I show nothing. I just want to see what happens.

...And now it's been what seems like hours. In reality, it's only thirty seconds before a reaction finally happens.

Yuuri's eyes rapidly fill up with tears before they're rolling down his face and neck, some of the tears falling onto the concrete ground below him. His breathing begins to shallow, and his body starts shaking as he's already letting out the smallest sobs. I gasp.