The Ice Prince // Yuzuvier Fan Fic

Chapter Six

A/N: I am feeling a little sick and I have once again reached that stage in a story where I wonder if what I'm writing even makes any sense lol... 😵🙇 I hope you're at least enjoying it so far. Please keep reading. 💞💕❤

Yuzuru:

I let out a long moan as I sank into my bed later that morning, too tired to even cover myself with a blanket. It was hot anyway. I spent too much time on the ice for outside to feel anything BUT hot. My skin was prickled with sweat even after I'd showered back at the training rink.

Thinking about the showers at the rink made me bury my face deeper in my pillow when I thought about the last time I had seen Javier there. Draped in a towel and water droplets still dripping from his skin like little rivers, following the dips and valleys of his body. I had almost swallowed my tongue seeing it up close like that.

His skin was still bronze despite how many hours of the day he spent inside and of course as a professional athlete, there was not a single ounce of fat on him at all. He was all muscle. The smell radiating from his had been intoxicating enough for me to forget how to speak for a minute. He smelled...

I groaned again and rubbed my heating cheeks on my pillow. Forget it, Yuzuru. Don't think about it. You can't think about it at all.

I was up again a few hours later, after tossing and turning and dreaming about sun kissed skin.

"Are you feeling alright?" My mother put her hand on my forehead but I ducked away from it. "Why are your cheeks pink? You look sick."

"I'm just hot." I smiled at her and she cupped my cheek gently.

"Are you sure? I can make you some tea if - "

"I'm sure, Okaasan. Thank you." I ate my lunch slowly and then when we were ready, I took a taxi to the ballet studio. To be honest, I really didn't HAVE to go to class per se, but there was a small comfort in having the structure of a class to keep me in line. If I trusted myself to maintain my form, I would be a slouching mess in a matter of weeks.

"Yuzuru." Mistress Ekaterina greeted me with a smile when I opened the door to the studio.

"Ekaterina Sensei." I bowed at her slightly and she reached out with her dainty fingers, wrapping them around my elbow. Her nails were digging into my skin but I kept quiet.

"Come. We have important work to do today."

"The breathing exercises?" I asked and she nodded once, her perfectly pulled tight blonde hair not moving at all.

"You must have strong core." She said "And strong lungs. I will teach you." I let her lead me deeper into the studio and when she opened the door, I blinked in surprise when I saw a dozen or so excited looking children sitting around in the middle of the floor.

"Hello." I said softly and waved stiffly at them. Little eyes went wide and some mouths fell open, but none of them said anything besides returning my hello.

"I am sorry. When you join, I teach class. But now I am busy so I must find a new instructor for them." Mistress Ekaterina explained. "I have temporary teacher coming soon, but we will warm up while we wait. OK?"

"Of course." I said quietly and set down my gym bag in the corner of the room. The children all stood up when Mistress Ekaterina clapped her hands and lined up by the ballet barres set up for them on one side of the room. When I had made sure that my phone was on silent, (Javier had texted me before while I was in class and Mistress Ekaterina had not been happy.) I went over to the adult barre close to the mirror that lined the wall.