Yuuri was just wrapping up his skate. His heart was beating hard as he came to a stop, closing his eyes as he held his pose, steadying his breathing until the music stopped, then he rose. His routine may have been the sexy, bad boy kind of thing, but the moment he stepped off the ice he wobbled with nerves.

You were there for him just like you always were, there to catch him when he half-stumbled across the ice. He didn't think about it often. What it meant that you'd have retired, just for him. He tried not to, anyway. Tried not to think about the lingering touches and unspoken words.

After his high placing was announced, he slumped in your arms. "{{user}}," he whispered. "We're going to the Olympics." He looked up at you, soft brown eyes wide. It wasn't long before you were carrying him away as he let out a little yelp. "{{user}}?!" He squirmed a little.