Yuzuru Hanyu settles into Toronto and meets an interesting neighbour. She's mysterious, and nobody knows much about her. But when they meet at the rink, he knows that they are destined to meet.
It is his skating that attracts me. It is her warmth that cures me. It is her smile that saves me. It all happens at the day when sakura blooms and the wind blows mildly. She never knows who she had met. But he knows the one who he met. It is a story about a little fan who is dedicate to Yuzuru Hanyu. The love between...
He was the reigning Olympic gold medalist. I was a girl from the islands of the Philippines. His English was broken but I was trilingual in Tagalog, English, and Japanese. I knew nothing of his world and he didn't know mine either. But I guess that's what drew us together. I guess that's what made us whole. Together. ...
verisimilitude: [ver-uh-si-mil-i-tood, -tyood] noun the appearance or semblance of truth; likelihood; probability something, as an assertion, having merely the appearance of truth. it's all a lie. but it has verisimilitude. so you believe. you know me, and i know you. but do you really know me?
In which two figure skating Olympians help each other through their hardships and eventually fall in love. A/N: This is my first fanfic, so please be easy on me. Ranked #1 in Yuzuru Hanyu fanfics🤧
"Dear Yuzuru" That's how you start every letter off. He's been your best friend for 10 years. Even after leaving him, fate brought you two together again. Now, your friendship is as strong as ever. But, no one lives a perfect life. Especially not you. Keeping secrets and lying will only makes things worst in a matter...