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Okay so I was going to make one really long chapter but I'm really ill so I've been struggling to write to a standard that I'm happy with I'm sorry. I'll make two parts instead, I'll try and update as soon as possible bc I'm really excited to write it. But seriously, I feel so ill I want to curl up and die.

I want to thank WelcomeToThe_Phandom for helping me with ideas for this and the next chapter. Thank you so much :)

Also I was too tired to check over this so I'm sorry for the grammar mistakes.

Enjoy and thanks for reading!

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Yuuri's heart was pounding like hell as they approached the building where here would be skating in a few hours. He gulped. He wasn't prepared. His last competition was last years Grand Prix Final, and he'd completely bombed that. People probably expected him to bomb this competition as well. He needed to prove that he was worth Viktor's time. That Viktor made the right choice in coming to Hasetsu to coach him.

Yuuri shook his head while entering the building. Yuuri was shocked at how many people were here to watch the competition. He subconsciously reached behind him and grabbed Viktor's hand. He took Viktor by surprise, but Viktor gave his hand a reassuring squeeze to show Yuuri that everything was going to be fine. Yuuri relaxed the slightest bit and took a deep breath.

He was soon escorted over to where the other skaters were, forcing him to part ways with Viktor. Yuuri gave a small whine and pouted when the warmth of Viktor's hand disappeared from his. He turned around and stuck his bottom lip out at Viktor. Viktor smiled back and blew him a kiss, making Yuuri blush. Yuuri was so adorable.

Viktor watched as the four competitors sat down with each other and chatted. Yuuri just sat there and played with his fingers while zoning out. Viktor could tell that he was nervous. He couldn't do anything this time though. He huffed and walked to the ice rink and shoved his and Yuuri's things down on the bench. It was going to be a long day.

"Yuuri Katsuki, you're up." Yuuri's palms were sweaty as he screwed his eyes shut and reached into the bag. The number that he'd pull out was what place he'd be skating in. He was begging that it wouldn't be first place. That's what happened at the nationals. He hated going first.

"Congratulations, you'll be skating in first place!" The woman announced. Yuuri's heart sank. Why did he always get the worst of luck?

He wanted to go off and find Viktor, but he was forced to stay with the other competitors for now. Yuuri was pissed. He didn't want to talk to anyone. He was so pissed at himself for having bad luck all the time. He crossed his arms and stared at the floor as his anxiety began to creep back up on him. The pressure of opening the competition was one that he'd hoped he wouldn't have to bear this time around, but as Yuuri's luck went, he had no choice. He wouldn't have minded going 2nd or 3rd or 4th, but never first. Being in first meant being confident about setting the standards. Being first was about being bold. Everyone was going to be watching him because he was the one to open the competition. Most people initially lost interest after the first skater, which meant less pressure for the other ones. To put it simply, Yuuri was terrified.

"I can't believe I've got to see you draw out first place again! It's so entertaining!" A excited voice came from his side. He looked over to see one of his fellow skaters staring at him, eyes full of energy. Yuuri didn't recognise the boy, and felt slightly guilty.

"Uh, I'm sorry- do- do I know you?" Yuuri stuttered and fumbled about with the bottom of his shirt. Yuuri looked up to see they boy looking heartbroken.

"You don't remember me?" He looked at him with some of the saddest eyes Yuuri had ever seen. Before he could reply, he was called up.

"Minami Kenjirou!"

The boy jumped up and bounced around, being the small ball of energy he was. Yuuri rolled his eyes at him. How could somebody be so relaxed and excited when they were going to skate in a few hours? Minami smiled when he pulled out 4th and expressed his relief through dancing around. Yuuri smiled slightly and got up and left to find Viktor. He missed him. He was like a little puppy on his own. He wanted to hug Viktor. He was warm. Yuuri was cold.

He popped his head around the corner and scanned the ice rink for him. He spotted him sitting on the bench while stroking his Makkachin tissue box. Yuuri rolled his eyes at him and made his way over. He had to remind himself way too often that this man was 27 years old. He acted like a child most of the time. But that didn't matter. Yuuri found him adorable, and he was willing to put up with him. He paused for a minute and stared at him from afar. He couldn't believe Viktor was his coach. This was their first competition together. Yuuri was going to make Viktor proud of him, and would only be content when he had the golden medal hanging around his neck.

Yuuri appreciated Viktor's beauty from afar too. He looked so harmless and pretty from afar. Of course, he still did up close, but seeing him from afar looking so harmless and pure was something Yuuri wouldn't ever forget. He didn't have time to drool over him for long though, because he wanted nothing more than to be in Viktor's arms.

Yuuri speed walked and sat down on the bench next to Viktor. Yuuri looked up at Viktor and smiled before wrapping his arms around him. He breathed in his scent and listened to his heartbeat for awhile. He wished he could stay like this forever.

"I'm opening the competition." Yuuri spoke before sitting up and rubbing the back of his neck. Viktor smiled.

"That's great! You'll definitely set the standard! You're going to be amazing!" Viktor encouraged Yuuri. Yuuri smiled slightly and felt a slight confidence boost. If Viktor thought he could do it, then he'd do it for Viktor. Viktor stood up and offered a hand to Yuuri which he gladly took.

"We've got an interview in 20 minutes. Let's go get you ready, shall we?" Viktor placed a hand on Yuuri's shoulder and he nodded. Viktor lead him out and to the bathroom, past all the people. He handed Yuuri his costume and he took it and went in the cubicle to change.

Yuuri loved this costume. It fitted him perfectly. It showed everything he needed to show and Yuuri loved it. Yes, he felt a tiny bit self conscious in it but he didn't really think about that while he was performing. He was more focused on expressing Eros and not letting anyone down more than anything else. Yuri folded his clothes neatly once he'd put the costume on and slid his jacket over it. He opened the door and was immediately greeted by Viktor who had his mouth wide open. He'd forgotten how beautiful Yuuri looked in this costume. Yuuri was blushing as Viktor shamelessly swooned. Once Viktor had got over himself, he cleared his throat and set out the hair products.

"You know, I always love doing your hair." Viktor commented as he combed his students hair back. It was so soft. Viktor loved it. His fingers ran effortlessly through Yuuri's fluffy hair. He grabbed the comb and hair gel and began styling Yuuri's hair like he usually did. The two of them kept making eye contact through the mirror. Viktor tried to sneak some glances of Yuuri, because he looked absolutely stunning. Of course, Yuuri always caught him staring and glared at him causing both to blush and look away before the cycle repeated again and again. Yuuri gave up in the end and just let the man stare at him however much he wanted to. Viktor giggled and patted Yuuri on the head.

"Okay! You're all done." Viktor chirped and stared putting everything back in his bag. After he'd finished, he turned around to see Yuuri leaning over the sink and checking his hair in the mirror. Viktor watched the younger boy, intrigued by his every move. He couldn't wait so see him perform Eros.

"Why do you keep staring at me? Do I look that stupid?" Yuuri suddenly snapped Viktor out of his little daydream. There was a hint of annoyance in his Voice. Viktor slowly walked over to Yuuri and buried his head in the crook of His neck and gave him a warm hug. Yuuri grumbled but gave in and hesitantly wrapped his arm around Viktor too.

"You just look really beautiful in that costume." Viktor sighed. He was helplessly attracted to Yuuri. With the way Viktor was looking at him, Yuuri thought he was going to kiss him. Yuuri could deny that he was ever so slightly disappointed that he didn't, and instead lead him out of the bathroom and back to the rink.

"Shit, we're being interviewed in 2 minutes." Viktor cursed as he looked at his watch. Yuuri threw on his jacket and followed Viktor to wherever it was that he was going. They ended up surrounded by masses of people and a TV camera suddenly. Yuuri didn't like it at all. All eyes were on him and Viktor. Yuuri looked down to the floor and tried to avoid making eye contact with anyone.

"Viktor, how are you feeling about today?" One interviewer asked.

"No pressure, we've timed this season so he peaks at the Grand Prix Final, so today he can take it easy and focus on scoring a personal best!" Viktor smiled. Yuuri frowned and turned to him.

"Viktor, how many times have I told you that i completely bombed last years Nationals and they thought I was injured but there was nothing physically wrong with me it was because I was mentally weak and I still am. You're expecting too much from be." He rambled.

"Wow! You never told me that!" Viktor gasped. He put his arm around Yuuri and patted his shoulder gently. "Don't worry. You'll be fine. I believe in you." Viktor whispered into Yuuri's ear.

After a few more questions and answers, they were excused and went to get ready for Yuuri's upcoming short program. They had around 15 minutes. Yuuri gulped as he sat down next to Viktor on the bench.

"Wait here. I'll be back now." Viktor smiled and left Yuuri alone on the bench. He whined as Viktor left him. He didn't want to be left alone, because he knew what Usually happened when he was left alone. He stared pacing up and down the side of the rink. He bit his nails to try and calm the nerves. It was useless. He checked the time again. They had 5 minutes. Where the hell was Viktor?

Yuuri walked around and started searching for him, his heart thudding in his chest. Had Viktor left him? Fortunately, he spotted Minako and Takeshi out of the corner of his eye and started to run towards them.

"Have you guys seen Viktor? The competition starts soon." Yuuri asked while looking around frantically for his coach.

"No sorry, we've just arrived." Minako shook her head. Yuuri grumbled in frustration. Yuuri ran a hand through his hair and tapped his foot impatiently. There was suddenly a sound of squealing and gasping from behind him, causing him to swiftly turn his head and look at where the sound was coming from.

He did not expect to be met with the scene of Viktor surrounded by a bunch of girls. They were snapping photos of him and crying as he adjusted his sleeve. Yuuri felt a pang of jealousy in his heart. Viktor was his coach. Not theirs. What gave them the right to get close to him when they'd only just met a few seconds ago? Yuuri wanted Viktor to himself. After all, he was his coach. They were openly and obviously flirting with him and Yuuri was getting more and more impatient. Boy was he going to show them who Viktor belonged to in his Eros routine. Yuuri shook his head. He was probably being stupid.

Anyway, he didn't have time to be jealous because 1) Viktor was in a suit and that was a sight that added approximately 10 years to Yuuri's life from the beauty of him and 2) the warm up started in two minutes.

"Sorry for the wait, I was just getting changed." Viktor walked over to Yuuri and winked at him. He could see people behind Viktor trying to get his attention, and Yuuri wished that they'd just fuck off for two seconds while they sorted out what was happening. They could have him all they wanted then. It wasn't like Yuuri was in control of Viktor and told him that he couldn't talk to certain people, unlike his ex-boyfriend.

"Why did you get changed?" Yuuri questioned.

"It's my debut as your coach today, remember. How do I look?" Viktor winked at him. Yuuri was sure he could die happily now.

What was he supposed to reply with?

Gorgeous, beautiful, amazing, exquisite, intriguing, stunning, pretty, enchanting, lovely, irresistible, The list went on and on.

"You look hot." Yuuri blurted out accidentally. He immediately covered his mouth and died inside from embarrassment. Viktor raised his eyebrows and leaned down to his ear.

"I'll have to wear suits more often then, won't I?" He whispered. Now Viktor had set him off. Yuuri was a blushing mess and a nervous wreck as they entered the rink. Viktor set Yuuri's skating guards down on the side while Yuuri took a drink.

He needed to win this competition, or it would give a bad impression of Viktor. He needed to win to prove that Viktor had made the right choice in coming to coach Yuuri. Viktor told him not to be nervous, but he couldn't help be because his mistakes would not only reflect on Himself but on Viktor too.

Yuuri needed to keep his concentration.

"What should I say as your coach before sending you out? I was thinking of something like-" Viktor began, but Yuuri just placed the water bottle down and entered the rink and began his warm up. He wasn't ignoring Viktor, he was just trying to deal with his nerves on his own because he knew that Viktor couldn't constantly be there for him to reassure or calm him down.

Yuuri was fiddling with the hem of his skirt. Viktor knew that Yuuri was nervous. Yuuri always, always fiddled with things when he was nervous. It was a coping mechanism for him. But now that Viktor had Picked up on it, he couldn't hide his nerves anymore. Viktor was just something else. He could read Yuuri so well, and Yuuri had no idea how.

Focus Yuuri told himself. He couldn't let himself get distracted by Viktor, because if he fucked up, Viktor would be the one who was going to be the most disappointed. Yuuri didn't know what Viktor saw in him. He really didn't. Out of everyone in the world, why the hell did he choose Yuuri? There were so many better, talented skaters that were more natural than Yuuri, so what did Viktor see in him that made his fly across the globe to coach him?

After practicing his jumps and step sequences, the warm up was over. Yuuri skated over to where Viktor was on the side, and took a quick sip of his drink. His palms were sweaty and his stomach was churning. Yuuri didn't dare make eye contact with Viktor because 1) he was probably mad at him for ignoring him and 2) he was still extremely embarrassed from earlier.

"Yuuri, turn around for me." Viktor said. Yuuri frowned.

"Why?" He asked.

"I said turn around!" Viktor said a little more sternly than Yuuri'd expected.

"Like this?" Yuuri asked. He was slightly confused, and was taken by shock when he felt Viktor's arms wrap around him from behind. Yuuri let out a small yelp and stared blushing uncontrollably. What was Viktor playing at? Yuuri stuttered around for a while, not knowing what to do or say. He could hear the clicking of the cameras from the other side of the rink, and really wanted to tell them to fuck off.

"Seduce me with all you have. If you can seduce me then you can enthral the entire audience. Just like in practice." Viktor whispered into Yuuri's ear, sending shivers down his spine. Yuuri nodded and set the water bottle down. Viktor removed his arms from around Yuuri and blew him a kiss.

Yuuri skated to the middle of the rink where he got prepared to start his routine. Just like in practice he told himself. The music stared and Yuuri moved his body to it. He felt sick. This was his and Viktor's debut. Yuuri wasn't the same person as last year. The audience were about to see the birth of a new Yuuri.

Yuuri flung his head back and smirked at Viktor. He felt the tiniest bit embarrassed that he was trying to seduce his coach, but soon brushed it off. Viktor was sure his heart could have exploded. Yuuri looked so incredibly gorgeous on the ice.

Yuuri started his step sequence for the first half of his program. He made sure that he gave it every once of energy he had. He wanted to show people that this was the new Yuuri Katsuki. He was slightly disappointed at the reaction of the crowd. Everyone seemed to be more enthusiastic at hotsprings on ice. He shook it off though, because he knew that Viktor loved the step sequence. Yuuri hoped the girls from earlier were watching because Yuuri was going to prove that Viktor belonged to him.

Viktor had told him that if he could seduce him, he could seduce the entire audience, and hell was Yuuri doing an amazing job. Nobody could take their eyes off him. Viktor was smitten on him. He couldn't look away from him. His eyes glowed as he watched him. He had no idea how to feel about him. He was so in love with his performance. He didn't want it to end.

As the second half of the program approached, Yuuri got ready for his first jump; a triple axel from a spread eagle. He held his breath as he took off and thankfully landed it safely. He relaxed slightly, thankful that he'd been able to land it. He got ready to do his next jump, a Quadruple Salchow. He knew that jumps weren't his strong point, but he was going to give it his best. He knew that he'd only been able to land a quad salchow a few times without over rotating or falling, but he was going to do it anyway.

The anticipation was slowly eating away at him as he prepared for it. He held his breath and jumped and spun his body. He managed to land but unfortunately, he over rotated at the last minute. Yuuri cursed and picked himself up. He shook it off quickly, deciding that he could sulk later. Besides, he still had to pull off his last two jumps.

He got ready for his last combination jumps. He took a deep breath before doing a quadruple toe loop into a triple toe loop. He cursed at himself again when his triple turned into a double. At least he landed them though. He'd probably get scolded by Viktor, but he couldn't help make a few mistakes. Viktor knew all too well that Yuuri wasn't excellent and nailing jumps, but he was brilliant at expressing his emotions and his step sequences. As Yuuri entered his combination spin and finished his routine, the crowd let out a massive cheer. Yuuri breathed heavily as he stood there. He was proud of himself for once. Viktor's eyes sparkled as he watched him. Yuuri had a lot to improve on, but Viktor was proud of him nevertheless. He only wanted the best for him, after all.

Yuuri turned around to see what Viktor thought of his routine. He was pretty sure his heart stopped when he saw Viktor with an unsettled look on his face. Viktor was clapping though. Still, Yuuri was terrified that he'd disappointed Viktor. Yuuri'd given that routine everything he had. He really did. He hesitated before skating over to the side and joining Viktor.

"H-how was that?" Yuuri asked, fiddling with the hem of his skirt. Viktor grumbled.

"They first half was great but then the second half became slightly sloppy because you were focused too much on the jumps." Viktor commented. He could see Yuuri's face drop and immediately felt guilty.

"But don't worry though!" Viktor ruffled Yuuri's hair. "We have plenty of time to practice before the cup of china!"

Yuuri just turned away. Had he let Viktor down? Why did Viktor expect so much of him? Yuuri though he'd done good enough anyway. Yes, he needed improvement but considering it was his first competition since the Grand Prix Final, he thought he'd done well. He'd tried his best anyway. There was nothing more he could to now anyway.

"Short program results for Yuuri Katsuki." The announcement rang around the rink. Yuuri took a deep breath. He was not prepared for this in the slightest. How much did he recon he got? Considering he'd fucked up a few times, he was expecting a score in the 70's maybe.

"94.36."

The whole rink erupted with cheers. Yuuri couldn't contain his smile. How had he even managed to get in the 90's? Yuuri was more than happy. Viktor turned to Yuuri and saw how happy he looked. He smiled as he watched his students eyes glow in happiness. Yuuri's smile was the most beautiful smile Viktor had ever seen.

Viktor escorted Yuuri out of the rink and onto the bench outside. He could see some TV cameras focusing on them from afar as he pulled his skates off. He knew they were in Viktor. Who would focus on Yuuri anyway? Viktor was the centre of attention for this competition. The competitors didn't matter. The Russian coach always got all of the attention everywhere he went.

"To be honest, I thought you'd score in the hundreds since you weren't under pressure." Viktor admitted. Yuuri scoffed.

"You've broken you're own records multiple times, that's easy enough for you to say." Yuuri relied.

"Oh, Yuuri, about tomorrow's free skate." Viktor started. Yuuri placed his skates in his bag before Viktor continued. "You should lower the jump difficulty and focus on the performance. We can adjust everything so you peak at the Grand Prix Final. You've never nailed them in practice, have you?"

Yuuri frowned. No, he didn't want to lower the difficulty of the jumps. He was going to do as many as he wanted, despite Viktor's protests. What was Viktor going to do about it? What could Viktor do about it? Yuuri was just as rebellious towards Viktor as Viktor was towards Yakov.

"Are you saying you can't listen to your coach?" Viktor looked up at Yuuri from his Makkachin tissue box. Yuuri just stared uneasily at him. Viktor barked at him before walking away.

Yuuri was planning on watching Minami's short program, but they were called over for an interview instead. Yuuri grumbled. Interviews made him so uncomfortable. He didn't want and didn't like to share his emotions with other people. What right did they have to intrude on his feeling, unless they were close to him? Viktor could sense that Yuuri was uncomfortable so answer med everything for him.

"Yuuri! Did you see my short program?" Yuuri heard a Voice from behind him. He turned around to see Minami staring at him.

"Uh- no sorry, I was being interviewed..." Yuuri replied awkwardly.

"What?!" Minami cried. "I even had a similar costume made from your famous 'Lohengrin' program..." Minami unzipped his jacket to reveal his costume. Yuuri gasped.

"Christ, that's a costume from my dark past..." Yuuri said in shock. Minami glared at him.

"You don't have a dark past! Don't you dare make fun of me for looking up at you for all this time!"

Yuuri stepped back slightly.

"Tomorrow, you better give it your all in the free program or I'll never forgive you!" Minami pointed at him. Yuuri's eyes widened and he hesitantly agreed. Since when could a 17 year old kid who looked like a chicken nugget be so intimidating?

"C'mon Yuuri, we better be heading back to our hotel. We have a lot to discuss..." Viktor placed a hand on Yuuri's shoulder and guided him out of he building. Yuuri could already feel the nerves building up inside of him for the free program tomorrow. He was absolutely shitting himself.

The hotel they were staying in was literally a two minute walk from the rink. They checked in and went up to their room once they arrived. Yuuri plopped down onto the bed and lay on his back, pondering about what had happened today.

Viktor was beside him, laying on his side, watching as the younger boy stared up at the ceiling. There was obviously something on his mind. It was probably the free program tomorrow. Viktor didn't know how to calm Yuuri down for that. Viktor couldn't help but get nervous himself. Yuuri ran a hand through his hair before turning over to Viktor.

"Did I do good enough today? Are you proud of me?" Yuuri looked into Viktor's eyes.

"Of course you were. You were brilliant, my love. We have a lot you can improve on, so we'll be sure to train hard in time for the Grand Prix Final, okay?" Viktor ruffed his hair. Yuuri blushed before getting up and changing into his pyjamas.

Yuuri turned to see Viktor watching him. He hated the fact that this room only had one double bed. It was only for one night, but Yuuri wasn't sure that sleeping next to Viktor was the best thing to do in this situation. Of course, he loved sleeping in Viktor's arms, he loved every second of it, but Yuuri didn't want to become too dependent on other people, because he knew the only way to channel his confidence and self belief were from himself. It also bugged him that they had to change In front of each other. Of course, Both of them had seen each other naked more than enough, but Yuuri couldn't help but feel so self conscious in front of Viktor. Yuuri had a lot of stretch marks on his stomach and thighs due to his sudden wait gain after the Grand Prix Final. He hated them. He always tried to cover them up. He was ashamed of them.

"Yuuri. Why are you covering up from me?" Viktor asked, eyeing the younger male. Yuuri blushed. Why did Viktor want to see him change in the first place? Was he just messing with him?

"You- you know I'm really self conscious in front of you..." Yuuri Reminded Viktor. Viktor sighed.

"You know, I am human too. So are you. You're beautiful Yuuri. Everything about you is beautiful. Your eyes, your lips, your nose, your stomach, your stretch marks, your thighs, just everything. They make you who you are, okay? You're beautiful because you're Yuuri Katsuki, and without all of these little things, you wouldn't be The Yuuri Katsuki you are now. Sometimes little flaws are good things because they remind you that you're human. You're gorgeous, okay Yuuri. Don't ever say you're not again, understand?" Viktor rambled. Viktor had a way with his words, he really did. He either had no fucking clue what to say or he knew just the right thing to say. There was no in between.

Yuuri was close to tears. Viktor was a blessing he really was. He didn't deserve him. Viktor deserved all the happiness in the world. He was such a nice person. Yuuri adored him.

"Why are you crying Yuuri?" Viktor asked suddenly. What had he done wrong? Why was Yuuri upset? Yuuri sniffled for a bit before answering.

"No one has ever said all of these things to me before. I've always felt so- so worthless. I'm used to being tossed to the side, but you're the first person to say things like this to me. A-and they're hard to take in because no ones ever made me feel the way I do when I'm around you. Thank you, Viktor. Thank you from the bottom of my heart." Yuuri cried. Viktor was close to tears himself.

He reached his arms out to Yuuri to show him that he wanted to cuddle with him. Yuuri smiled slightly before slipping into his pyjama trousers and climbing into bed and snuggling up with Viktor. Yuuri whispered a small thank you into Viktor's ear, and pressed him face Into his chest. It was moments like this that Yuuri was glad that Viktor had decided to come to Japan for him. Viktor was to good for him. Seriously.

Viktor looked down and stroked Yuuri's hair. Within a few minutes, the boy had fallen asleep in his arms. He smiled down at him and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Viktor's heart skipped a beat. Yuuri made him feel something he'd never experienced before. He felt more alive when he was around him. Thanks to Yuuri, Viktor had learned to appreciate even the smallest things in life, and that there was Beauty to be found around every corner.

Viktor didn't know where the future would take the both of them, but he knew that he wanted to stay by Yuuri's side for as long as possible to protect him.

He never wanted to leave Yuuri's side again.

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Started: 04/12/16
Finished: 08/12/16
Published: 08/12/16
Words: 5062

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