Project Agape

Three

Roza blew a breath of warm air into her hands, pausing in her walk to the hot springs to take a look at all of the things for sale that many tourists often bought. It was a nice town, and she decided to ask about it later with the owners of the hot spring. 

She grabbed her luggage once again, pulling out her phone to inform the various parental figures in her life that she had arrived safely and would keep them updated. Those people being Yakov, Lilia, her uncle, and her mother. She had debated sending a text to Viktor, who also fit in that description at times, but decided that it had better wait to see if he was at the skating rink or not. 

Her blonde hair was pressed against her face due to the stocking cap on her head, the stands getting in her face but keeping her warm. 

The Katsuki's were a very nice family, who gushed quite a bit when they found out that she was the blogger that had pushed Yuuri's video out and had called recently both about him and a room. After getting her things settled, she was told that all three skaters were staying in the same place, as well as the location of the skating rink. 

Armed with her camera around her neck and a vague text sent Viktor's way, she lightly jogged to the skating rink, a bright grin on her face. Would he even see it before she got there? What if he saw it and ran off to try and find her before she got there? With the silver-haired male she could never tell. 

She could feel her hands shaking with excitement. The concept of what the graceful and elegant skaters were like off of the ice was a very asked question, and she wondered how her appearance would turn out. There wasn't going back, however, and this was a request from Yakov, not for her blog. 

The young woman at the counter was quick to try and warn her but after a bit of explaining and showing her my end of the blog, she was quick to push the younger woman forward towards the rink. Roza was glad that she was as big of a skating fan as she herself was. 

There was intense and fast music playing through the speakers, and instantly she pulled out her camera, stepped out of the doorway, and started snapping photos. It was purely habit, but Roza knew that Katsuki was a brilliant skater beneath his anxiety. She couldn't help but get some physical evidence of that, even if it was clear that the program was a work in progress. Her dancer's mind instantly began to figure out the story that he was portraying.  Viktor stood on the side, hand on his chin, and a very intense look on his face as he studied the younger skater. Next to him, Yuri Plisetsky was leaning into the railing, a bored look on his face but eyes noticeably locked onto his opponent.

"Oi, I thought this was a private practice! Who the hell is taking photos?!" 

The blonde sighed a bit as Katsuki stopped skating at the exclamation, but lowered her camera with a grin. Tilting her head back slightly, she looked at Viktor and waited for it to register in his face. 

"I'm here on a request actually," she mused, watching his face light up. 

"Rozalina! It's been so long!" Viktor cheered, throwing his arms in the air. Moving as fast as he dared with his skates on, she met him halfway for the bear hug he was known for. "I didn't know you were coming!"

"Neither did I until recently. But please feel free to ignore me, you have a competition coming up in a few days." She turned her gaze to the two that had yet to say anything as she was released from his grip.

"Yuri, Yurio, this is Rozalina Petrov! She's a very popular journalist and photographer that I met a year or two ago," Viktor said, throwing an arm around her shoulder. 

"Nice to meet you!"

"Ah, as to you. I'm Yuuri Katsuki," the ravenette introduced himself. Looking a bit unsure, he paused before continuing, "Your voice sounds familiar, is it possible that you're the one blogger-"

She nodded, giving him a bright grin. "I'm glad you know about my blog, though I apologize for spreading that video of you, I didn't realize it wasn't mean to be released."

Plisetsky had yet to say anything. His light blue eyes were locked in a glare, clearly unhappy that she was here. 

She decided it was probably best to keep quiet about the whole Yakov favor for a while. 

"If possible, I'd like to take some photos of a few practices do help drum up some excitement for the coming season," she started to explain, only to find Plisetsky quickly approaching. 

"Practices are private, so no. Now go away before I drag you out myself!" he snarled, not afraid to get right up in her face. 

For a brief moment, she wondered how he would react if she moved to close the mere inch of space between them before her own anger flared at his words. 

"For your information, I plan on spending most of my time spreading information about the town and ice rink, not just your sorry ass," she hissed back, eyes narrowing. 

"Eh? No one on your little blog would give a shit-"

She couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, poor little Russian boy, so innocent. I get paid to wander around and talk about this. Someone actually sent a paid request for an inside look on various small-town rinks."

There was fury written on his face but she could see something change in his eyes. 

"Do what you want. I'm not leaving until Viktor comes back to Russia with me," he said rather flippantly, turning around to get on the ice. "Oi, Katsudon, my turn."

Roza felt like that was her win.