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chapter 2

They stopped at Brian's house long enough for Touma to drop his bags off in the large guest room with the purple bedding (Brian told him he could change it later) and fix his hair. He wanted to make a good first impression on his train mates, even if the impression was already tainted by the scandle. As he looked in the mirror he couldn't help but feel disgusted with himself. He'd recently put on a little extra weight and it seemed to be showing in all the wrong places.
     Touma's slef hatred session was cut short by Brian calling him from downstairs, telling him that it was time to go. Touma grabbed his dance bag out of his larger suitcase and ran down the stairs, tripping on one of the first ones and falling halfway down. He stood up quickly,  pretending that he didn't just fall, and took the rest of the steps slower. Brian heard the thud but didn't say anything, not wanting to embarrass Touma.
     "Ready to go?" Brian asked the boy when he reached the bottom of the stairs. Touma nodded still slightly caught up in his earlier thoughts. Brian smiled at him and haned him one of the water bottles he'd pulled out of  the fridge. Touma thanked him quietly, stuffing the water into his dance bag. Touma was a lot easier to hear without the noise of a bustling airport  around them, but still not near as audible as he had been in his youth. Both men walked to Brian's car, preparing for another silent ride.
     Touma held his breath as he walked through the doors. He was nervous to be under a new coach, he'd been under coach Yama since he was seven, but he was no longer welcome in her studio. The woman had led him to be in thirteen worlds, he had qualified for the fourteenth but couldn't participatedue to an emergencysurgery. Coach Alexandra had been coach Yama's assistant coach five years ago as she studied how to train young althletes. Touma had only chosen her as his new coach due to familiarity,  but he'd known from the start that she wasn't the best coach for him. Touma was a champion after all, and she had only ever trained two dancer, a duet team that struggled to secure a national spot season after season. Touma feared that the decision to train under her would be what ended his career.
     Brian felt bad that he didn't have time to stay with Touma, but he had to get to the ice, he was already late; besides Touma might be uncomfortable if Brian hovered. So with in that thought he rushed into the rink.
     Touma nervously played with his fingers as he walked down the long hallway peaking into random rooms to find the studio, the map in his hands doing little to assist him. He was beginning to think he'd never find it when the smell if lavender and jasmine tea hit him. It was a smell he recognized instantly, the smell of coach Alexandra. He turned around to see her. She was a breathtaking women with a perfect hourglass figure and long brown hair that reached her mid-back, her eyes were so green that they practically glowed. Touma knew that she was objectively attractive, but he never really stopped to think that way and  no amount of teasing and pushing from his older brothers could force him to either.
     "I saw you walk past the studio." She spoke her voice like velvet, so smooth and warm. She put her arm on his shoulder and led him back to the studio. Her touch reminded Touma so much of her son's, Suoh. He was stunning just like his mother, his touch so soft and inviting. Touma remembered the day suoh had pressed his lips agaist Touma's own, whispering in his ear about how this was their little secret. Touma shivered at the memory, and squirmed as the burning hot wave of shame crashed down on him. He instantly found himself wishing he was back in Nagoya, tucked into the safety of the apartment he shared with Suoh, allowing those strong calloused hands to stroke his cheek like they used to; Touma mentally slapped himself for indulging in such a twisted desire. The desire for a married man.
     Touma was snapped out of his thoughts as the music of the studio hit his ears. The studio's wall were covered in mirrors, oh how Touma hated mirrors, but the were necessary to ensure the dancers could see their strengths and weaknesses as they worked. The only unmirrored wall held a ballet bar, a plain wooden bar nailed to the pink painted wall. Touma smiled at the simplicity of the studio. Breathing in Coach Alexandra's intoxicating smell, he sat his bag down in the corner and sat down next to it. He pulled on his jazz shoes as he waited for the arrival of his new train mates.

A/N...

Hi again! Don't worry this is a Yuzuru Hanyu fanfiction, and you will get to meet him in the next chapter.  Have a lovely day readers.