Wonder | благоговение | Viktor Nikiforov

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"Yuuri! Is that you?!"

Yuuko didn't mind the sound of her voice when she yelled at the sight of her childhood friend. He was shy and looked embarrassed to be in front of the woman he used to idolise after his failure at the Grand Prix. He only had one thing on his mind and his best friend had bet him to the chase.

"H-Hi, Yuuko-san.. Long time no see."

He was gripping at the bottom of the zipped up jacket he was clothed in, his knees rubbing together to appear smaller, maybe not to have so much attention kept on himself, "Ah! Yuuri, we've missed you so much! You were so great!"

Despite the falls and fails replaying in his mind, once again, he couldn't help letting out a nervous and empty chuckle to make the situation not become awkward, "U-Uh thanks.. Ca-can I-"

Yuuko, thankfully, caught on and nodded furiously. Jumping in her spot when she yelled out excitedly, "Yes yes yes! Of course, [Name] is already in there, I was surprised you weren't there to lead her here seeing as she'll follow you everywhere!"

Yuuri blushed lightly and laughed awkwardly, taking that as his queue to go through the double doors to take a seat on the benches where he could put on his skates. Taking in a deep breath Yuuri continued on where the familiar cold nipped at his exposed skin. He heard the sound of skates gliding and biting against the ice and a pause, only for the skates to land back on the ice again.

He kept going and placed his jacket on the edge of the ice rink, staying in his spot on the other side of the ice to watch you. After seventeen years of being together through everything, you had always managed to hypnotise him. Your skating was so beautiful and he knew many others would agree- if only you'd skate for them personally. You never skated for anyone but yourself and Yuuri- if you felt like it.

Your skating had the power to cease time, capturing the attention of all onlookers. People couldn't take their eyes off of your form, it was an art; a masterpiece that enthralled the audience.

Yuuri envied you but it wasn't a negative form of jealousy. It was more like.. you could give him the motivation and strength to perform and attempt to be as great as you. You were never convinced though because despite everything, you'd always reply that Yuuri was the best skater to you.

Years and years of growing up with a news article, youtube video or decent photo of Viktor Nikiforov being shoved into your face and your opinion didn't really change. Despite the fact that you mirrored the world's greatest skater in your own performances sometimes; changing the choreography to fit your own a little, you still believed Yuuri was the greatest.

It was probably because of the high pedestal you placed him on but never mind that.

Yuuri never found the confidence to interrupt your skating because despite the fact that it would stop him completely, drawing him into you- there was something about your performance that could bring tears to his eyes and it was so powerful that he felt embarrassed sometimes.

Something about your skating looked, felt so.. so sad. It was as if you were only able to attain the object of your motivation to continue when you were skating. And to a song, it was a particular song and Yuuri had only found out what it was when he nudged your phone which caused it to turn on, showing the home screen of himself and you.

He remembered how you weren't smiling when Yuuko had taken your phone to take the photo. Yuuri was trying to shy away from the screen as he wasn't particularly comfortable, he remembers whining to Yuuko to stop and then to you, to delete the picture.

You said no and that was it. Now, he liked how happy he felt to find himself on the cover of your phone and then the song got his attention. You had almost caught him which caused him to memorise the title and singer- listening to the song that night, feeling tears come to his eyes for a moment.

Performing in front of crowds brought tears to there eyes but you didn't really care. As long as Yuuri was there to watch you.
You danced on the ice, flowing like some kind of peaceful swan. Yuuri caught your eyes closed with your earphones in your ears. Your legs crossed and wove through each other to move from one side of the rink to the other.

Your arms lifted as the bottom of your shirt was raised a little to make your stomach visible, your arms had flowed like a river, it was so graceful and angelic as your body followed the light beats entering your ears and into your mind, encasing you in a soul-trapping performance for Yuuri's eyes alone.

Your jumps were beyond the level of Yuuri's as the male had managed to flub a lot of them after trying to mirror you, he still tried though.
You stopped suddenly and pulled the earphones from your ears harshly, skating right up to the edge of the rink to stop right in front of Yuuri. No smile nor frown on your impassive face after finally coming home from the Grand Prix, Katsuki losing in sixth place wasn't exactly doing well for the both of you right now.

"Stop staring, you creep."

Yuuri jumped, startled when you slowly made your way to the exit of the ice- he never got to watch you for that long anyway. He knew you felt his piercing gaze and were eager to sit in the stands, watching him instead.

"Ah.. sorry, [Name].. Were you practising for your next Grand Prix already?"

His shaky voice annoyed you for you were more fond of his confident voice, the voice that wasn't tainted by a low self-esteem and anxiety, "My next Grand Prix will be when you get gold."

He almost choked, "E-eh!?"