I cursed under my breath as Victor lead me to the bench, a blank expression was shown on his face as he practically lifted me since I was moving so slow and sat me down on the bench.

I looked down feeling his gaze on me. "Let's see the damage Yuuri." He spoke in a low voice, it was icy and dangerous, my heartbeat quickened and I was suddenly afraid. I was afraid that I had once again disappointed Victor, I had ruined everything, I messed everything up, why was he in love with a screw up like me?

I was trembling, I felt like I would fall over any minute now but his hands suddenly gripped onto my shoulders and held me in a firm hold. "Yuuri." I winced at the tone of his voice. "I'm fine." I started shakily and forced myself to stand despite the pain. He pushed me back down on the bench forcing me to sit once again. "You are not fine Yuuri," he said.

So many emotions ran through my body, I was overflowing with fear, anxiety, anger, depression. I wanted to scream, but I knew this wasn't Victor's fault, it wasn't anyone but myself that caused this. I gritted my teeth since I had already damaged my bottom lip, I had torn the skin and haven't even bothered to wipe the blood from my mouth.

I looked up at Victor and stood with forced confidence. "I'm fine Victor! Please, I need to do my routine, I need to succeed! Why are you trying to stop me!? I need your help Victor so stop trying to push me away from my goal!" I yelled aloud, Yurio was on the ice startled by my outburst. I was breathing heavily. "I..I need to prove that I am strong, that I am capable of doing something. How can I prove that if you keep trying to stop me?" I asked with a much more quieter tone.

Victor stood there, his eyes wide and filled with something I couldn't describe. I took a breath in an attempt to calm myself and waited for Victor to respond or say anything at the least. He sighed and placed his hand on my cheek, I looked up at him with curiosity wondering what was going on inside his head. "You scared me Yuuri." He stated and wiped the blood from my lip with his thumb.

He took a shaky breath. "I feel useless when you get hurt, I feel like I can't do anything to help. I want to be of use to you." He looked away. "..I want to be useful to someone, I want to be the reason you smile." The quiet tone he used had struck my heart like a freight train, he sounded so weak and vulnerable it scared me because I didn't know what he was feeling.

That's when it hit me, the promise he made me was forgotten due to how disoriented I was due to how much I was crying back then, I couldn't believe how forgetful I was. Was this how Victor felt though? Scared at not knowing what's wrong? If so, then we absolutely have so many things in common. He had my stubbornness too which annoyed me a bit, having to deal with another me was going to absolutely tire me out.

I looked into Victor's eyes. "It hurts," I admitted. "But I'm not going to quit now Victor." I was determined to keep on going, but the snap from earlier was absolutely painful. Victor sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Yuuri you sounded like it hurt a lot, the way you whimpered.." He trailed off and tugged at his hair now almost in frustration.

I immediately stopped him and held his face in my hands, his eyes were filled with something I was always familiar with. Fear. And here I began to think, maybe Victor himself had anxiety just like myself and he's desperately trying to fight it. I pulled him into a kiss, he tensed up, but ever so slowly eased into the kiss and placed his hands on my waist. "Gross!" Yurio gagged and pushed us away from the kiss when he exited the rink.

I ignored Yurio's complaint and slightly smiled at Victor. "I'm okay Victor, yeah I think I heard something snap, but it will get better in about a day or two. It has to." I was probably over exaggerating with the time needed to heal but I really needed to do good. I couldn't let Victor down, those group of reporters really opened up my eyes, whatever I did would point fingers directly to Victor.

Yurio sneezed and cursed under his breath as he wiped his nose. "Hmm..as it seems that things aren't going so well right now I order that you both get a good rest. We can't have a competition with two out of shape skaters." Victor stated. "But first let's see what the damage is." He pushed me back down on the bench and kneeled to the ground, he untied the laces from my skates and slowly eased them off.

I winced at the small sharp pains, Yurio had gone to change into his regular clothing since he was cautious of getting his printed clothing all sweaty leaving Victor and me alone. "May I?" He looked up at me with weary eyes, I reluctantly nodded. He slid my sock off from my right foot and examined my ankle, a dark purple and blue bruise was painted on my ankle.

I yelped when he gently took ahold of it. "Oh! I'm sorry!" He apologized quickly and released my foot baking away from me with wide eyes, guilt filled his eyes. "Victor it's okay, I'm fine." I reached out to him and placed my hand on his cheek, he looked up at me and placed his hand over my own. "It looks painful, and I made you whimper.." He bit down on his lip and shut his eyes regretfully.

I stroked his cheek swiping my thumb under his eye, dark bags rested under them showing that he probably wasn't sleeping well. "Let's go home Victor..I-I'll sleep with you too." I stammered, he opened his eyes with a now excited look in them. "Really?" I laughed at his change of attitude and nodded. "Of course, you did say that we needed rest right? You need rest too." I stated.

He jumped to his feet and lifted me into his arms, I frantically wrapped my arms around his neck and clung onto him in fear that he would drop me. "Don't worry I got you my little Katsudon." He reassured and headed toward the lobby where Yuuko and her daughters stared at us with wide eyes and their mouths wide open. The triplets instantly took out their phones and snapped a couple of pictures. "We can totally sell these and make loads of money!" Axel stated to her sisters who nodded in agreement.

Yurio was already waiting for us and clicked his tongue when he laid eyes on us. "Ugh." He rolled his eyes and headed out. I hid my face in Victor's shoulder out of sheer embarrassment knowing that the reporters would now never go away, but I knew Victor would keep them away and in return, I would keep all the negative feedback and energy away from him.

Arriving home my mother asked what had happened which in response I said I twisted my ankle not wanting to worry her even more, Yurio went to his own room with Makkachin trailing behind him. Victor took me to his room and placed me on his bed. "There's first aid in the bathroom Victor," I stated. "Right." He nodded and dashed to the bathroom, there was shuffling and then a startling crash that made me jump. Victor arrived with the kit in his hands. "Are you okay? What happened? What was that noise?" I asked worriedly. "Nothing, the box just slipped." He said shakily.

I looked down at his hands as he took out gauze from the kit, a cut was on the palm of his hand staining the white gauze with his blood. "You hurt yourself." I pointed out worriedly. "Some razors fell from the cabinet, my reflexes acted and I grabbed ahold of them without thinking I tightened my fist." He explained quietly as he gently took ahold of my injured ankle and wrapped gauze around it, it was secure and tight but in a comfortable and manageable way.

I took Victor's injured hand and looked through the kit looking for the disinfectant spray and pulled out a flower printed bandage, I brought his hand closer and sprayed the disinfectant on the wound, he winced and instinctively backed away. "I'm sorry." I apologized quickly and kissed his cheek before placing the bandage over his wound. He gasped at the design of the bandage and smiled. "Thank you, Yuuri." He pulled me into a hug and pulled me down on the bed.

He pulled me close to his chest and pulled the blanket over us. "Let's just stay like this for today okay?" He whispered. "I never know when it'll be the last time I hold you like this." He mumbled and buried his face in my hair, I questioned his statement but allowed myself to just give in and enjoy this moment. I'll never know when it'll be the last.

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I took a deep breath as I heard the many cheers of the many people out on the rink, I slicked my hair back and straightened out the costume I chose and glanced over at Yurio who was backing away from Yuuko who was bleeding from her nose, he looked absolutely amazing in his chosen costume. I cleared my mind of the many negative thoughts that threatened to put me down and encouraged myself.

I finally knew what my Eros was, at first I had said that the pork cutlet bowl was my inspiration but the reason why I said it was because it was the meal that brought myself, Victor, and Yurio together. It made us close like a family, it was what kept me going.

They announced that Yurio was now up to perform, Yuuko wished him good luck and left back to her seat to watch. I once again took a calming breath and exited the room out to where Victor was talking with some reporters, Yurio and I had to stop him earlier because he kept talking about how great the hot springs were. I kept my distance, my ankle still hadn't healed, it was close but it didn't hurt that much when I moved it around thanks to the gauze Victor wrapped around it.

He laughed and turned his head, he met my gaze and waved off the reporters before heading toward my direction. "Hey there my little Katsudon, are you ready?" He asked with a smile. "Not really," I stated in defeat. "You'll do great, I know you will." Yurio skidded to the center of the rink, the crowd went quiet and closely watched as he began. His movements were smooth and sweet like a low tone in a violin, I couldn't tear my gaze away from him.

He landed his triple axle flawlessly and moved along not with the song but with real emotion, I knew something changed after I pulled him out of the waterfall. Everyone had their eyes on him. He was a beautiful evolving beast, it was a sight.

I took a quick glance at Victor, he was silent and held an unexplainable look on his face, was he mesmerized by Yurio's performance? I sure was, my heart stopped instantly. What if Victor changes his mind? Yurio is so talented and amazing I couldn't possibly beat that! And if Victor did change his mind would that mean he would go back to Russia just as how Yurio demanded the first time he arrived?

His quads came up next, he landed the quadruple Salchow then a triple toe loop following after. He was so close, finally the last jump, his quadruple toe loop. Landed perfectly.

As I stared at Yurio I noticed something after he landed his jumps, his routine was about to end and his movements became more forced and over confidential, Victor sighed as Yurio finished off with his signature move breathing heavily. "Yurio!" Victor waved at him. "That was the best performance I've seen from you so far!" He shouted with a smile.

I was next, oh god what if I flubbed a jump? What if I trip and fall on my face and then everyone laughs!? My heartbeat quickened, I had backed away from Victor and started to hyperventilate, the edges of my vision went blurry but Victor took ahold of my shoulders. "Yuuri are you ready?" he asked with a gentle smile. "Y-yes, just watch Victor I'm going to become a delicious pork cutlet bowl." I hugged him. "You'll watch right?" I asked.

He chuckled quietly. "Of course...I love pork cutlet bowls." He stated I pulled away from the embrace and my way to the rink. I skated to the center and took a deep breath waiting for my song to start. Once it did I moved my arms and body with the music, I looked at Victor and gave him a smirk, I continued on. I finally found the core of my routine, I didn't need to change my moves or jumps I needed to change the way I moved. Last night...I asked Minako to help me move like a woman.

I moved more with my hips and upper body, as I did I remembered my story, in a way Victor was the playboy and I was the woman. I was definitely swept off my feet but I was not going to let him go. My body moved with the music, sexual tension was my goal. I prepared for my jump, a triple axel, I landed perfectly but the pain in my ankle returned.

This wasn't going to end up well, I jumped for the quadruple Salchow but landed wrong, my hand touched the ice. I couldn't let this demotivate me, it was only one simple mistake. It was nothing. I prepared for the rest of the jumps, I bit my bottom lip as I jumped and landed a quadruple toe loop, then a triple toe loop. My ankle was screaming in pain, something wasn't right, my blood went cold and I felt queasy, but I kept on going, I had to prove that I was better than any other woman.

I kept on with the rest of my step sequence followed by a spin before finishing it off with my arms wrapped around myself, my breath was shaky, the pain in my ankle was now unbearable I felt like I was going to pass out. The audience applauded me, their cheers kept me alert. I forced a smile and waved at the audience before ever so painfully made my way back toward Victor, he first congratulated me with a hug and then gripped onto my shoulders and lectured me about my jumps.

I frowned and fell to the ground not wanting to get up I looked at Victor and glanced at my ankle making sure not to make it as obvious since people were watching. His eyes went wide and he suddenly helped me up, more cheers soon erupted when they announced that I had won, Victor put my arm over his shoulder and wrapped his arm around my waist and carried me to the risers on the rink.

I was given a medal and a bouquet of beautiful flowers before Victor held me tighter and looked into the camera as reporters handed me a microphone asking if I had anything to say. "Well uh..." I stammered nervously but calmed down when Victor squeezed my shoulder in reassurance.

I looked at the camera with a confident smile. "This is only the begging, with Victor I hope to make it to the Grand Prix finals. Thank you all for your given support." With that I handed the microphone back and leaned fully against Victor, his face held a smile but his eyes held fear and worry. I pushed myself too hard, now I might have a broken ankle. But it was worth it, seeing the praise being given to Victor it made me happy.

His smile is what I live for, so a few broken bones are nothing compared to losing that amazing smile and glow in his eyes. It was worth it. Because I am madly in love with Victor, my savior.