Yuuri ran a hand through his hair as he leaned back in his chair, rewatching the video at high speed. Any time there was a hiccup in the video, he stopped it and watched it at normal speed all the way through to see what was going wrong in the video. Yuuri groaned and cut off two seconds after a jump, cutting off him slamming into the ground. Biting his lip, he made the transition between jumps smoother.

When he was finally done, he searched through his music options and added one with a slow but upbeat rhythm to the video. He then added all of the instructions he'd had pre-typed and ready.

"Yuuri," Phichit cooed, opening the door to his room. "Editing?" he inquired.

Yuuri looked away from his computer and at him, "Yeah. It's taking a long time because I really want this one to be good."

"Why?" he asked, sitting down on the edge of his bed.

Yuuri smiled, "Victor requested I try to help teach salchows."

"Wait, what? Victor? Salchows? You can't do salchows." Phichit said, his words all cramming together.

Yuuri blushed slightly, "Victor recommended it, of course I'm going to do it."

"You're a pushover," Phichit said, standing up again. "I'm driving you to work tomorrow. I don't like having you walk down there so early."

Yuuri just nodded and went back to his editing. Phichit patted his head and walked out of the room. After a moment, he popped his head back in. "Go to bed soon, Yuuri."

"I will," he promised.

Phichit smiled again and left.

After another thirty minutes of editing, he uploaded the video. He closed his computer and turned off his overhead light. Flopping down in his bed and connecting his phone to the charger, he tossed his glasses onto his nightstand.

~

When Yuuri woke up in the morning, he was met with one of the biggest surprises he'd ever faced.

V-Nikiforov

Hello (AGAIN). I'm sorry for bothering you once more. I just have another favor to ask- would you like to come back to competitive skating? You have a lot of talent and I'd like your help with a few things. I think it'd be nice to compete against you.

Yuuri squealed loudly, making Phichit (who was opening the door) jump. "What the bajeezus, Yuuri?" he asked loudly.

"I- Victor!" he blurted.

Phichit raised his eyebrows curiously and jumped on top of him on the bed. "Let me seee!"

Yuuri shoved his phone at him, making Phichit giggle. He read the message on his screen, his eyes slowly widening and grin spreading across his face. "Yuuri Katsuki, Victor Nikiforov is asking you to compete with him!"

"Against him." Yuuri corrected, still smiling broadly.

"Who cares, Yuuri? We'll talk about this in the car, get ready." Phichit said, suddenly serious again.

Yuuri pouted but obeyed, pushing Phichit off of hi and rolling off of the bed. He picked his glasses up and pushed them onto his face, searching his room for socks to wear. He pulled his uniform on (which was very unfortunately a coral t-shirt and light gray slacks) and walked out of his room. His phone was tucked into his sock, mostly because having your phone in your pocket at work wasn't allowed.

He bounced down the stairs and grabbed his shoes. Yuuri pulled them on silently, excitement still thrumming through his veins. Victor Nikiforov had asked him to compete against him. He wanted to be in a competition with him.

The sound of the door closing and locking made Yuuri bolt into a sitting position. "Phichit?"

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out slowly.

Phich

You're not going to work today. I called in and got you the day off. You're going to the rink and making videos for Victor. You will not turn him down again. If he likes what you're doing still, and wants you to come compete, you do it. Understand?

You

Yes, O' Great Phichit.

Yuuri groaned and flopped down on the floor. Every day for the past year, he'd gone to work (with exceptions of playing board games with Phichit on stormy days. He sighed and sat up again. There wasn't any harm in going down to the rink and practicing, getting ready to think about what he should do it next few videos on. Yuuri stood up and grabbed his skates from the closet by the door, also grabbing his jacket and keys. Since it was open hours, other people would be skating. Yuuri didn't mind this as much as he used to, because he knew a lot of people there.

He knew that because of the flyers the owners had put up for him that some of them knew and were subscribed to his channel.

As soon as Yuuri arrived, he was jumped by the owner. "Yuuri, you left the booth lights on!" He squealed, his high pitched voice still making his head spin.

"I never went in the booth." he frowned, swinging his skates in his hands impatiently.

"Then who did, huh?" he said, his stout little body shaking.

Yuuri stared at him, "I-I don't know."

"Stupid idiot," he cursed, storming off. These actions left Yuuri confused and nervous, but he turned around and walked to the rink.

As he pulled on his skates, he was greeted by a few girls (probably about fifteen) running up to him. "We heard you skate here, so we've been trying to catch you," one of them said excitedly, bouncing on her feet.

Yuuri blinked, "Wh-?"

"I've wanted to meet you ever since I saw you perform at the Grand Prix. Everyone's skates were beautiful, but you're just so passionate!" Another squealed.

Yuuri's eyes were wide and all of the squealing made his head hurt. Even through this, he forced a smile, "Thank you."

The third and final girl, taller and slimmer than the others, said "Sorry, they're kind of excited," she grinned. "I've been skating for a few years now, and after stumbling upon you a few months ago, I think I've really improved."

This immediately put a huge, genuine smile on Yuuri's face. "Really?"

"Yeah." She hummed, "I can get these two off of your case, if you need to go skate. It's kind of crowded right now, though."

Yuuri looked over at the rink to see that it was, indeed, busy. He could be nice to some fans until a few people left and he had more space to do smaller but still effort-inducing moves. He bit his lip for a moment, kind of hesitating.

"I think I could spare some time to talk." He said, looking at the three girls.