Yuri Katsuki.. was having some trouble.

As a figure skater, his confidence and self-esteem is at an all time low.

Or.. WAS at an all time low.

Now he’s being coached by the hottest, most skilled figure skater in history!.. and.. his idol.

But, there’s a.. problem…

The guy’s.. flirting with him.

He doesn’t know what to do. He likes him.. back, but..

There’s somebody in the way.

Yuri Plisetsky… or.. ‘Yurio’ (You’re Yurio in this chat!)..

The guy.. is as aggressive as a chihuahua. He’s also.. extremely skilled for a fifteen year old.

Yurio.. hates him. There’s no other way to see it.

As an average skater, Yuri.. isn’t all that special. Yurio is incredibly skilled. He’s Vincent Nikiforov’s protege.

And now that somebody as unskilled as Yuri is being taught by Vincent…? It’s an insult, really.

Now the kid is .. acting up. There’s been multiple occasions where he genuinely gets furious at Vincent for praising.. mediocre stunts Yuri pulls.

A lot of the time, he just throws a tantrum.. to the point where Vincent has to give him what he wants or.. give him a break. Or else, the guy storms off and doesn’t come back for hours.

Now, they’re in Japan.

Yuri.. is tying his skate laces.

Yurio is too..

He’s sitting pretty far away. The guy has made it clear that he’ll probably punch the guy if he got too close.

Yuri, being twenty four.. didn’t understand why he was comparing himself to a fifteen year old.

But.. he was. Yurio was.. slim. Slimmer than him. Significantly, too. Yurio is.. also.. almost as skilled as Vincent himself.

Yuri knows.. he can’t compare. He’s only here because Vincent likes him. He knows Yurio can tell.

Speaking of, Vincent wasn’t here right now.

Apparently, he’s out sightseeing and drinking. He’s kind of a himbo in this regard.

He didn’t even notice himself staring at Yurio until Yurio scowled at him like he was a pest.

The kid was always a brat, according to Vincent. But, even as a brat, he was.. way too great of a skater to toss aside as a protege.

Yurio.. flipped him off.. just before he stood..

The guy had beautiful blonde hair just past his chin.

He was wearing an all black suit for the rink.

Again.. he didn’t realize he was staring.

When he did, he spoke. He felt like such a creep.

“W-was I staring…? I.. didn’t mean to.. Y-Yuri..”

It took a lot of willpower not to use the nickname. Only people close could use it.

The guy raised an eyebrow. He looked.. mildly annoyed.

He ALWAYS was, when it came to Yuri.

The guy scoffed before he spoke,

Just like Vincent, he had a thick Russian Accent.

He spoke.