MC POV

It felt so warm and comfortable wherever I'm holed up in which just means I'm not back in my cold, cold room. I don't remember drinking any alcoholic beverages unless I accidentally spiked the hot cocoa I had last night therefore I'm not anywhere near my friends' cold, cold rooms. I think I'm getting the hang of this logic thingy, see mom I could do it!

Now back to being warm and comfortable, no need to think, no need to worry, just chill and sleep. I'll deal with everything come morning.

Which is taking its' sweet time coming.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Oh.

My eyes were closed all this time, silly me.

Hello, 911, I can't seem to open my eyes. Help me.

I think I trespassed because I feel someone crushing me. Whoever you are, I'm so sorry for crashing in your warm and comfortable place. I can't breathe. Please don't kill me. I'd leave if I could but-

Ouch!

My head is going to burst! I'll give you a manga of your choice back at my place just stop squishing me!

The light it burns!

Fu-, I mean, URINE!

See mom, I can still filter my mouth even under pressure. I hope you're still proud of me.

I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Forgive me, please! The light, too bright.

Do you delight in seeing people cry, huh? You, sadist! I may not see you clearly but I can feel you restricting me, person with giant hands. I did not mean to trespass, we could have talked this out like civilized people but no, let's act first ask questions later and-

Oh.

Thank you for the warm blanket?

Okay, let's talk.

After a recovery nap, okay?

Good talk!

Third Person POV

The baby yawned and proceeded to close his eyes in exhaustion.

"Dear, look, our precious baby boy," one Katsuki Hiroko said, presenting the bundled up baby to her husband, one Katsuki Toshiya.

"He's so smart, too, saying his first word already, our little Yuuri," Toshiya takes the sleeping bundle of joy and smiles tenderly at him. He thinks that his son was born to win starting by winning the hearts of people he will meet as he grows into his own someday.

"Of course he knows his own name. You keep on telling him since the start of my final trimester," Hiroko motions for someone to come closer. "Come, Mari, meet you little brother."

One wild Katsuki Mari appears standing on her tiptoes trying to peer at the sleeping baby. "He looks like a cinnamon roll, so tiny."

Both the parents laugh. Toshiya bends a little for Mari to look closer. "He will grow taller than you and maybe even me but that will come later on. For now, he needs someone to protect him, a big sister that will support him all the way, doesn't he?"

Mari now looks at her little brother with bright adoring eyes, nodding with conviction. "I will definitely be the bestest big sister for him. He won't be jealous of others because he has the bestest big sister ever," she tries to hook pinky fingers with Yuuri to seal the deal but the baby suddenly clings on to her finger. Hiroko coos at her children while Toshiya is searing this moment into his memory. Mari just looks more enamored with the sleeping baby.

"It's a promise of a lifetime."

"Yes, dad."

Third Person POV (Minako)

It's been nearly two years since she left Hasetsu for her final hurrah as a professional danseuse and she can't wait to finally meet the latest Katsuki addition. It's kind of sad that she couldn't come home due to the preparation and execution of her final professional season. A year for training with the prestigious Paris Opera Ballet School students then performing Swan Lake the next season with the leading role.

She enters her apartment and smiles in melancholy as she remembers her last performance. Swan Lake, her first and final dance as the leading role. How fitting that it was the only time she interprets the ending with Dying Swan. The culmination of her career, dying with dignity and grace.

After putting away most of her things, she prepares for bed to sleep off the jet lag. She lies down, closing her eyes and yet an hour later there she is, hugging her knees as tears now flow freely from her eyes while silent sobs wrack her body. Tears she wouldn't dare shed during her ballet school days, tears she wouldn't dare shed during her professional years as she tried to climb the ranks befitting her station as a danseuse, tears she wouldn't dare shed as she destroyed and transformed her body to be beautiful grace, tears she wouldn't dare shed as she was told again and again that she was not qualified for a position just because she was a Japanese, a foreigner. Oh, the humiliation she felt for being a gaijin in another land. All the pent up anguish and frustration just kept on coming. Silent tears are her response to all the negativity.

After shedding tears for the hard times, she now smiles and remembers that she did it. She, a Japanese, a foreigner, has achieved in what she set out to do. This time she shed tears of happiness as she remembers how she succeeded in graduating from Paris Opera Ballet School to Paris Opera Ballet proper, how she finally danced the leading role of Swan Lake, how she won Benois de la Danse, how she grew to become a prima ballerina, internationally recognized.

It didn't matter anymore that she would never be a Danseuse étoile in Paris Opera Ballet.

Who was she kidding, it still stings but she would rather move forward than get hung up on what would never happen. That's why she came home, to have students of her own to teach and heaven forbid her students will be the epitome of grace without any unhealthy rivalry. She will teach them how to recognize their own beauty, how to be a person with dignity, how to make music with their own bodies.

Exhausting her supply of tears, Okukawa Minako slept with a clear mind and feeling the sense of finally being home.

The town gave her a proper welcome during the next few days especially the Katsukis, or more specifically their newly christened onsen, Yu-topia Katsuki. She didn't get to meet little Yuuri due to her always visiting during nap time. She got her chance the next week when she entered the Yu-topia to children's laughter.

It turns out that both Hiroko and Toshiya are encouraging their son to say his first word with Mari making funny faces in the background making the baby laugh while clapping.

"I thought his first word was his name?" she stated amused.

"Oh, Minako-senpai, that doesn't count," Hiroko then goes back to repeatedly saying 'Say mama, Yuu-kun.'

"Let me see my godson, look this way, precious," as Minako approached Yuuri holding out her hands to lift him, he looked at the face of the new arrival then gave the brightest grin ever.

"Pretty!"

Everyone froze as they looked at the still grinning baby chanting 'pretty' over and over again making gestures at his godmother to pick him up.

"Did he just-"

"Minako-senpai, that's unfair!"

"Outoto is so cute!"

Minako's sole focus was on Yuuri as she lifted him securely into her arms. They never broke eye contact as pandemonium arose around her courtesy of the Katsukis.

"I will protect you with my life," she swore to him seriously.

He cupped her cheek with his soft hand and gave her the sweetest smile ever.

"Pretty."

Precious!

A/N:

Yay. I'm in the YoI hell. I'm not confident that all information about ballet is true, they were gathered from research. This fic will cover other POV's to give background on how I interpret some characters.

Paris Opera Ballet – oldest national ballet company and regarded as one of the most preeminent ballet companies in the world.

Gaijin – literally 'outside person'

Benois de la Danse – one of the most prestigious ballet competitions.

Danseuse étoile – principal dancer