Seated in a nearby café, the air was thick. To you that is, Sota was expressionless as he stared out the window next to him when he refused to order anything. He wasn't moving much but his eyes were skimming between the people out in the cold.

"Are... are you okay Sota? You know you can tell me anything right?"

He jumped, almost as if he had temporarily forgotten you, his best friend since junior high was in front of him, and then looked down to his hands that rested on the table before him, "Where's my drink?"

You shifted a little, forcing yourself to keep your hands to yourself and not to grab your phone to check the time or look at your wallpaper of Yuri and raised an eyebrow, "You didn't orde- want me to get you something? Just name it and I'll go to the counter."

He shook his head, his eyes were narrowed and he seemed really lost. You weren't sure how to feel about his reactions and couldn't stop observing how he lazily dragged the navy beanie off of his head to mess with his blond hair that had a small regrowth, "Nah I'm fine.."

"Sota, are you sure you're fine? You didn't have to force yourself to come out here, you know?" Your voice was a little husky as you didn't feel right about saying these sad words towards your friend who always seemed happy, "Do you even remember what happened a few nights ago?"

He was loud, his voice was hard when he scrunched the cotton beanie in his hand and gripped it tightly, it startled you, "What.. do you mean?"

"Of course you don't, nothing is gonna change when I say this but I don't want Yuri here! He doesn't even have to be here.." 

His words hurt and who knows how long he had been holding these things in. He was supposed to be able to tell you everything but apparently you weren't specific enough. It made you angry because he sounded so agitated, why should he keep something like this from you. He was biting his lip as his cheeks turned a slight pink. His semi-thick lips were really pink though he picked at them with one hand as the other messed with the loose cotton on his beanie.

His hair was so messy and pointing in every direction, his hair was short though - a bit shorter than yours as his would reach a few centimeters above his eyebrow, "Sota.. I don't know why you couldn't tell me this in the first place because this is obviously something that's been bothering you for a while- before Yuri came to Japan."

He opened his mouth to speak but you kept going, "Yuri is here though, he came from Russia and I don't know how long he will be here for so I want to be here with him. I'm.."

"..Desperate?"

"NO!...I mean, no I'm not- I just.. I love him okay? He's finally so close, Sota.. I can touch him and speak to him and I don't have to read these fanfictions- amazing fanfictions that is, because he's here."

Sota glared, well it was more like his usual expression because he had a serious case of resting bitch face but it made you uncomfortable now, "He isn't gay [Name]."

Sota saw you flinch at his words and almost apologised but he clamped his mouth shut. He kept biting at his lips in nervousness as his words had stung your heart, he knew that and he knew that you knew it, 

"You think I actually care about that?"

When Sota really heard your words, he perked up. He was shocked and confused, also really curious now. He hastily slammed the beanie onto his head and stared at you with his wide dark brown eyes. He couldn't ask what you meant when you were already snatching your phone from the table to stand and head straight to the exit.

'He isn't gay [Name]'

As if you didn't already know that, it isn't as if you, a male, could confess your love to another male and get your love reciprocated that easily. And here we're talking about a fifteen year old Russian figure skater full of angst and arrogance. 

You were prepared to deal with a full- on tsundere even if he only became your friend- heck that's a little less then what you had expected from the start. It wasn't as if Sota had to say that so directly and in that voice, his voice was so strong and authoritative, it felt condescending and that's what you hated the most. 

Without noticing, you were suddenly in front of the Hasetsu Castle entrance. The building was quiet and without another thought, you had opened the doors to stubbornly head into the rink and sit in the front row of the bleachers, ignoring the three pairs of eyes that looked at you curiously.

Music was playing, you couldn't help but look at Viktor, 

'Yuri... He's determined and only focused on pushing himself.. [Name], I'm afraid he might not be into dating right now.'

His words were so kind.. Why did Sota have to be so mean and selfish. The soft music stopped suddenly, it felt so peaceful and innocent. Viktor opened his mouth but your ears weren't focused on him when all of your senses were on the blond skater, another piece of music played and it was much more erotic. It sounded playful and hot too, your kind of thing.

"Stop smiling you pervert! What're you thinking about huh?!.. Actually don't answer."

Suddenly Yuri was infront of you as you had dozed off in your seat. Viktor stood about two meters away, watching you curiously when Yuuri was crouched beside you, a hand on your knee, "[Name]? Is everything okay?"

Both he and Viktor were mildly surprised to see that your eyes didn't light up at the sound of Yuri's voice or at the sight of him. Something wasn't right. With an awkward cough, you had straightened up and avoided their eyes with a nod, "Yeah, I'm alright, what's up?"

Lutz, Loop and Axel crowed around you, "[Name]! Help us set up the Onsen on Ice battle featuring Yuuri from Japan and Yurio from Russia!"

Waving the two countries flags wildly, they held their cameras and phones tightly with a gleam in their eyes, making you smile in return but all signs of happiness were suddenly void when you heard the deal if Yuuri from Japan won.