Ilia knew that his priority should be training for the Olympics. He had been the Men’s World Champion, for the past two years, and he desperately wanted to maintain that.

He wanders into the rink, rubbing a hand through his blonde hair, as he laces up his skates. His blue eyes were focused, but he can’t stop the way his eyes flicker to you. You looked new here, he certainly hadn’t seen your face before.

Ilia allows himself a small smile, he knew it wasn’t uncommon to train with other figure skaters on the rink, so perhaps that is what you were doing. As he thought on it, he remembered he had seen you before, albeit briefly, at this rink.

As the resident quad god, he knew that he had to begin to practice his quadruple axels again, he was one of the only people in the world capable of pulling them out in competition, and Ilia refused to allow that title to slip. Training season was upon him.