A/N: I plan on making this a threeshot. As long as there's positive feedback, I should get my motivation up to finish it. I haven't written anything about another ship for ages, so I hope you guys enjoy it.

I don't own Yuri! on Ice.

Chapter I - Mila Babicheva

Ever since I was a child, I always felt like there was something off about me. Being a girl, especially in conservative countries, means that you were already born with a role which you are supposed to fulfill once you're older – and that is, of course, marrying a man and having children. However, I never thought that fulfilling this role was the right thing for me. Firstly because I didn't dream of becoming a mom, and secondly because… Well, like I said before, there was something off about me.

I am from Russia, and I share the same nationality as Victor Nikiforov, the legend of figure skating. I grew up watching him on TV, and by the time I was seven, Victor had already been at the top of this world. I really admired his skills and thought, "Hey, this is really cool; maybe I could do this, too?"

Then, I started taking ballet lessons and learning all the skills that are required for figure skating. My world was small back then, and all I could do was watch all these amazing people from afar and wish to get there someday. The idea of traveling around the world while doing the thing I love at the same time was my biggest motivation.

Before I started skating, I always felt out of place, no matter what environment I was in. At home, I didn't really meet my parents' expectations; at school, I couldn't quite fit in with the other girls considering that I was different from them. One way or another, the conversations always ended up being about men, and that didn't interest me. So, when I finally found something that I could focus myself on and take it with me for the rest of my life, I changed.

As I got better at skating, I met even more amazing people. They all had different nationalities, I was able to learn about so many other cultures, and my world expanded in a way that I never thought it would. If I were to pick a specific encounter which changed me the most, though, I'd say that it was when I met Sara Crispino, an Italian ladies' singles figure skater who is ranked fourth in the world.

Sara is, without a doubt, the prettiest person I have ever seen. While everyone else around me fangirled over Victor Nikiforov's beauty, I only had eyes for Sara. Every time I watched her skate, I couldn't take my eyes off her, and the way her beautiful, long hair contrasted with those deep, purple eyes of hers, along with every move she made. Sara truly is a goddess.

Amidst those moments of admiration of mine, I realized something. Whenever Sara got closer to me, my heart beat faster. It was weird for me at first because I had never felt something of the sort before, but soon enough I realized that that feeling was what everybody called "falling in love". Suddenly, everything made sense in my mind. The reason why I didn't feel attracted to men was because I liked women. I accepted this fact surprisingly fast. I know that most people question themselves when this moment arrives, but I wasn't confused, and things finally made sense to me. Yeah, I was gay and there was nothing wrong with it – or that was how it was supposed to be, if I weren't from Russia.

Being gay in Russia is considered a crime. It really hurts when I think that just being who I am in other people's eyes is the same as being a criminal, and that's precisely why I didn't tell anyone about it. I would've stayed in the closet forever if I hadn't met this gorgeous person called Sara Crispino.

Russia, some time before the beginning of the series

"Listen, I don't think I can do this anymore," Mila told her soon to be ex-boyfriend as they both sat at a table of Kafe Pushkin, one of the most famous restaurants in Moscow. "I'm sorry, you're a nice guy and all, but… I don't know. I don't feel like we're really in love."

That was partially true. Although Mila decided to give that ice hockey player a chance when he asked her out on a date, she never really fell in love with him. However, given his nervousness and the blush on his face at the time, Mila was pretty sure that the guy already was head over heels for her. Of course she felt bad about dumping him, but she couldn't keep lying to herself any longer.

"Give me a reason, Mila," he said. "You know I love you from the bottom of my heart. Have I done something bad to make you stop loving me?"

Mila wished she could tell him the real reason – she is in love with another girl – but she couldn't. The ice hockey player wasn't a bad person, but he did have homophobic tendencies due to the environment he was raised in. Mila didn't want to risk it, and her fans in Russia couldn't know about it either.

"I'm sorry. I just don't feel the same way about you anymore." Then, Mila got up, paid her share of the bill and left. Yakov would probably get mad at her if she skipped her training sessions, so she still went to meet him, even if a little late.

Back to the present

Mila, being ranked third in the world, meets Sara quite often during competition time. They aren't exactly what you'd call close friends, but they do go out drinking or have dinner together every now and then. One of these nights, Mila had a bit too much wine to drink and slipped.

Sara was complaining about her twin brother being such an ass, scaring away all her possibly dates.

"I mean, I'm 22, you know? I'm an adult already and I can decide things for myself. I wish Michele understood that and stopped with his ultra protective tendencies," Sara sighed. "Honestly, I'm tired of his way of thinking. It's not like every man is a predator."

"Well, that certainly sounds like a pain, Sara," Mila said while pouring more wine to the both of them. "But… If it were me, I'd also like to protect you. I mean, you're so beautiful, talented and such a gentle person. Of course guys will be all over you."

Perhaps because of the alcohol, Mila didn't notice the blush on Sara's face as she kept complimenting her. It wasn't flattering – those were Mila's honest feelings. "Ah, I wish I could kiss you, too…"

Sara's eyes went wide, and she blushed harder. Mila probably thought she was only thinking, but she actually said it out loud. It was only when the Russian figure skater locked eyes with Sara again that she realized what had just happened. Mila froze, and started getting really nervous.

"Um… Sorry, d-did I say it out loud?" She asked, filled with embarrassment. Sara nodded. "Damn… I fucked it up."

Mila was about to apologize for what she just said and ask Sara to forget about it, but before she could say anything else, the Italian figure skater interrupted her.

"Thank you for the compliments, Mila," Sara paused. "Um… I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel about what you said afterwards, but… You don't have to apologize for it. I'm not disgusted or anything."

Yes, Sara did come from a very religious country, but after all these years competing around the world, she had already learned that every form of love is valid (although she had never considered that it would happen to her...).

Sara's words just made Mila fall even harder for her. Could this woman get any better? She's perfect in every way. Before the Russian girl realized it, there were tears rolling down her face.

"Thank you, Sara…" Mila replied. "You have no idea how much this means to me. This is the first time I tell anyone about it… But I'm glad it was you."

Sara smiled. At that moment, her feelings were a difficult thing to describe. She was happy for Mila feeling that way about her, but she was also unsure about it at the same time. Would she be able to respond to Mila's feelings?

"You know, I'm planning a new program to present at the next competition," Mila continued. "I can't tell you what it is yet, but it'll be a turning point in my career. On the ice is the only place where I feel free, where I can actually be myself. So… I'll prepare a program to convey my feelings to you in a proper way. If I win… Will you go on a date with me?" The 18-year-girl asked. Her face was all red by then and it wasn't because of the wine.

"Alright," Sara replied, chuckling a bit. Mila was so cute, she felt like giving her the warmest of hugs right now. "But I won't go easy on you." Sara was confident she would win the final this year, after all.

Mila smiled, too. Full of determination, she finally said: "I wouldn't have it any other way."