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When Yuuri woke up the next morning, all weary and irritated, the only thing he wanted to do was to curl up into a ball and forget about everything. The last thing he wanted was to have to engage in conversation with someone. He wasn't in the mood.

So when Minako burst through his bedroom door at 10:24am (which was way too early for Yuuri's sake) to tell him that his hot Russian idol was naked in the hot spring, Yuuri hadn't completely realised what was going on. He just told her to go away and then went back under the covers to sulk and pity himself again. He was deprived of any motivation to do anything anymore.

"Yuuri, I don't think you understand. The Viktor Nikiforov is in our hot spring and he wants to see you." Minako yelled as she tried to pull him out of bed.

"Go away, you're probably mistaken." Yuuri mumbled and pulled away from Minako's grasp.

"Yuuri, you better get your ass out of bed before I drag you out." She huffed. "Fine, at least come and get some breakfast with me." She gave in. Yuuri pondered for a minute before replying.

"Fine, but only for breakfast." Yuuri huffed. Minako nodded her head and left the room. Yuuri turned to his bedside cabinet and reached for his glasses. Unfortunately, he accidentally swiped them off the side and they fell onto the floor. Yuuri huffed.

So it's going to be this kind of day he thought to himself. With every ounce of  energy he had, he lifted himself up and sat on the edge of his bed. He reached for his glasses off the floor and slowly slid them on. He then threw on a pair of old black jeans and a short sleeved black shirt. He chucked his black jacket on too, hoping to keep some warmth due to the cold April morning.

He made his way downstairs and into the kitchen. Before he could greet anyone, a large poodle knocked him off his feet, sending him flying backwards. The dog began licking Yuuri's entire face as he tried to pry him off.

"Tch, silly animal." He laughed to himself as he stroked his ears. "Wait, you look familiar."

Yuuri pondered for a little while.

"He looks exactly like Vicchan did." He mumbled to himself sadly. He rubbed him under his chin, guessing that he liked it. "So, what's your name?" Yuuri smiled while flipping his collar around.

"Makkachin. That's a nice name!" Yuuri chirped. Dogs made him so happy. The could lift his mood instantly. "Hang on, that sounds familiar..." Yuuri suddenly realised.

Yuuri's father appeared a few seconds later and smiled at the two while leaning on the doorframe.

"There's a hot foreign guy in the hot spring, he wants to see you. He looks familiar. Can't remember from where though." Yuuri's father informed him before trudging off again.

"Hang on..." Yuuri whispered to himself while getting up slowly. He walked quickly towards the hot spring before breaking into a run. He burst through the door before coming face to face with someone he though he'd be this close to again since what happened last year.

Viktor was right in front of him, quietly humming to himself as he soaked in the onsen. Yuuri stared with his mouth open for a few seconds, before realising what he was doing. He quickly shut his mouth and blushed. Viktor looked so perfect. Even if he was just lying casually in Yuuri's family's hot spring, he never failed to take Yuuri's breath away with his beauty. His silver hair was glistening in the sunlight and his turquoise eyes were shimmering and full of life. And of course, his perfectly sculpted body was on display, making Yuuri fantasize things that he really shouldn't. Yuuri quickly shook his head and slid back inside, hoping that Viktor hadn't noticed him. Unfortunately he was out of luck.

"Yuuri, I see you!" Viktor called him in his adorable accent. "Come here for a sec!"

He hesitantly stepped back outside and was face to face with his idol once more. Oh shit oh shit oh shit Yuuri thought to himself why on earth was he in Hasetsu?

"Yuuri, you look troubled. Tell me what is wrong." Viktor said ever so sweetly.

"Why are you here?" Yuuri suddenly blurted out of nowhere. "Imsorryididntmeanitlikethat-" He quickly apologised."

"Yuuri, starting today I'm going to be your coach. I'll get you to the Grand Prix final for sure." Viktor winked at him before standing up.

Yuuri couldn't believe it. 1.) Viktor had just announced that he was going to be coaching him and 2.) he was fully naked in front of Yuuri and by God was he perfect. Yuuri had to try so hard not so swoon over viktor in front of him, and desperately tried to keep his cool.

"W-what?!" Yuuri yelped.

"You heard me right." Viktor smirked at him.

"But I haven't skated properly in months..." Yuuri mumbled and began fumbling with his fingers.

"Well we'll have to change that, won't we?" Viktor smiled, leaving Yuuri stunned. Did this man have an answer to everything?

"E-excuse me..." Yuuri replied quietly before taking off into a run. He dashed up into his room and locked the door behind him. He bundled himself up in the corner of his room. It was the only thing he could think of doing.

Why had Viktor come all the way from Russia to coach him? From all of the people he could choose, he chose Yuuri? Yuuri had never been a skating genius or prodigy, so why the hell was Viktor here for someone like him?

Maybe Yuuri was surprised because for once in his life he'd actually been noticed by someone. We was used to people forgetting about him or abandoning him because of his personality and lack of talent. He'd come across many people that left him because he wasn't good enough, and that had built up so much that Yuuri was terrified, so so terrified that he would never ever be good enough and eventually everyone would leave him. Yuuri worked himself sick sometimes to make absolute sure that his routines were perfect, but he always messed them up in competitions, so then again all the hard work had all gone to waste. Yuuri was just an extra, a background character in all the excitement of the competitions. He was just there for people to laugh at when he failed. His existence was of no importance to anyone else, so why didn't he just stop already?

A knock on the door is what made him snap out of his thoughts, not realising that he'd been lost in them again.

"Yuuri! Come downstairs for a minute I need to talk to y- hey, wait? Are you crying?" He recognised the voice as Minako's.

"Go away." Yuuri replied.

"Yuuri, open the door for me please." She said softly.

"Leave me alone." Yuuri yelled.

In all honesty, that was the last thing Yuuri wanted to happen. He was petrified of being left alone, and despite him pushing everyone away, he wanted to scream don't leave me alone at them, but he knew he couldn't because he'd built this image of himself that told people that he didn't want anyone to get close to him or to befriend him, but he was the total opposite of that. He needed someone to talk to and he needed a friend, but he didn't want to come across as greedy or attention seeking. And Yuuri knew that bottling up his feelings was a very unhealthy thing to do, because one day everything would overflow and he only person he'd be able to take it out on would be himself.

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Yuuri carefully made his way downstairs around two hours later, his eyes red and puffy and his cheeks stained with tears. He made his way into the living area where he was immediately stopped because Viktor was asleep on the floor. Makkachin was also cuddling with him and the both of them looked absolutely adorable together. Yuuri couldn't quite decide who was cuter, Viktor or Makkichin, but he decided to side with Viktor since he didn't think he could actually date a dog. Not that he had any chance of dating Viktor, but Yuuri could fantasize.

"Yuuri! Where have you been? Have you heard the news?" Minako immediately yelled once she noticed the skater was down from his room.

"N-no..." Yuuri mumbled.

"The press are saying that Viktor saw the video of you dancing to his routine and was so inspired that he decided to come to Japan to coach you. You Yuuri brought the Viktor Nikiforov to Japan. Do you know how amazing that is?" She rambled on.

Yuuri wasn't sure if he believed her. How could he, an underlying skater bring the single most famous skater ever to coach him? It just seemed so stupid.

"Yuuri, you look as if you've been crying, are you alright?" Minako asked him hesitantly. Before he had the chance to answer, Viktor had awoken from his little nap and was staring right at them.

"May I have some food, please?" He asked politely. Yuuri began to panic. He needed to satisfy Viktor or he might leave any minute.

"Y-yes of course! What would you like? We have plenty of choice! Would you like a drink too? I can get you whatever you-" Yuuri babbled. Viktor giggled.

"Yuuri, calm down. Since I'm going to be your coach, what's your favourite food?" Viktor questioned Yuuri. Yuuri's heart swelled up at the mention of him being his coach.

"Uh- well I like Pork cutlet bowls a little bit too much..." Yuuri admitted while scratching the back of his head.

"Well then, pork cutlet bowl it is!" Viktor announced while grinning at Yuuri. Yuuri could have melted right there and then. He couldn't deny that he had a little crush on Viktor, but knew that he shouldn't because he already had a boyfriend and they'd been going strong for 4, nearly 5 years. Still, he felt something for Viktor but didn't know how to explain it.

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Later that day, Yuuri headed up to the ice rink without letting anyone know. His anxiety had been eating away at him slowly throughout the course of the day, so he decided to take it all out by skating.

"Yuuri! Is it true that Viktor's going to be your new coach?!" He was immediately greeted by Yuko as he entered the building.

"Uh- yeah it is." Yuuri replied quietly.

"Holy shiiiii- that's amazing!" She stopped her self from cursing.

"I know right." Yuuri giggled. "D'you mind if I skate for a bit?"

"No, go ahead." She replied. Yuuri thanked her before sitting down to put his ice skates on. He took his phone out to check the time only to be greeted with loads of notifications.

11 missed calls from Izo Suoh❤️

39 texts from Izo Suoh

3 missed calls from Yuko❄️

"Oh my shitting god." Yuuri panicked as he quickly typed in his password.

You're gonna be in deep shit Yuuri. He told himself as he pressed the 'call back' button and put his phone to his ear.

It only took two rings before Izo answered.

"Yuuri, what the hell have you been doing all day? I've called you eleven times and you still can't answer me. Have you been cheating on me? Yuuri, answer me!" His boyfriend yelled through the phone.

"Sorry, it's been on silent all day! And I haven't been cheating on you, do you really have that little faith in me?" Yuuri replied angrily before slapping his hand over his face. He really shouldn't have said that.

"You just wait, Yuuri." He replied.

Yuuri gulped.

"Why did you call me so many times?" Yuuri asked him.

"I heard you got a new coach. I wanted to congratulate you. What's his name again? The old grey haired one?"

"He's not old! He's only 27! And his names Viktor Nikiforov." Yuuri said in a matter-of-fact way. "Anyway, I've got to go and practice with Viktor now." Yuuri lied.

"I swear to god if there's something going on between you-"

"I've only just met him for Christ sake!" Yuuri sighed.

"I'll make sure he knows you're mine. Talk to you later."

Yuuri sighed again. He hated, absolutely hated Izo sometimes. He didn't know why he had such little faith in him, but it honestly tore Yuuri that someone as close to him as Izo had no trust in him.

Yuuri got up and pushed the thoughts to that back of his mind like he always did. He was glad to find that no one was currently at the rink. He could skate alone for now. He began practicing a few jumps and step sequences that were currently of no significance to him. He just needed to get his feelings out, and skating was the best way for Yuuri. He loved that the was no one around to watch him dance around the rink, and no one to watch him when he failed.

But this time, unknown to Yuuri a certain silver haired male was there, and oh boy did he love to watch Yuuri skate.

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Started writing: 11th of November.
Finished writing: 13th of November.
Published: 13th of November
Words: 2291

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