Yuri sighed as he stretched his arms, waiting for his name to be called to the rink to perform. Viktor watched from behind, drinking in Yuri's appearance again over and over, for the umpteenth time since he said Yuri was his student. There was more to that story. In truth, when Viktor's and Yuri's eyes first met—Viktor knew someone he wanted to know better, someone to love better than anything he ever had, excluding Makkachin of course.

"V-Viktor," Yuri called, a cute smile on his face that didn't hide the nervousness in his eyes, "...I'll win."

"I believe you will, Yuri." Viktor returned the smile, but he couldn't control the pounding in his heart. This time it wasn't because of Yuri being the cute little thing he was. Yurio was glaring at them from the other side of the stadium, looking over the top pissed then he'd usual be. Maybe it was because J.J was also competing.

Viktor knew Yuri was scared about performing, like he normally was, but with a thousand year like stare watching the Japanese skater's every move was more than enough to under stand why. However, it was only causing more stress to the poor boy.

"Yuri."

"W-What is it?" The Japanese male turned back toward him. There was a cold sweat forming on Yuri's cheeks, Viktor could see it. The white haired Russian approached the shorter male, wrapping his arms around him.

"You can do this, Yuri. I've seen everything and I know for a fact you will win. Now, show them everything you've got, there's going to be a treat if you win...or lose, it'll be my treat." he winked, causing Yuri to slightly blush.

"I-I'll make sure to win, Viktor!" Yuri gave the best smile he could give, trying his best to cloud over his worry about messing up or losing. Knowing himself, he most likely would probably fall a few times during the whole routine...but that couldn't stop him from trying his best to impress everyone—at the stadium and those who were watching. Minako and Mari were in the crowd as well, their cheers were already reaching Yuri's ears, filling him up with good amount of confidence.

Viktor patted Yuri's head, placing a light kiss on his right hand quickly before anyone saw. "Dazzle them."

Yuri nodded his head and turned towards the ice rink. He pushed himself on to the ice, listening to the myriad of clapping hands and voices for him. Standing in the center, the cheering died down as the sound of the music rose. Yuri's arms swayed in motions as the melody filled his mind, returning himself to the many hours of practice he had before the event.

He could do it; he was going to win for Viktor's sake as a World Champion skater, for his family and friends, for his passion, and for the love of his coach.

Yuri started moving in graceful motions across the ice, the sound of his skates barely heard from the music's tune. Viktor watched, enjoying the movements his student performed and the amazement on the judges' face.

He was performing the many different moves Viktor had done in his past career, bending them all together to the music's tune, gracefully and beautifully. Viktor had never felt so proud to watch Yuri skate, this performance was going to win no matter what—even Yurio was watching in awe. Viktor knew Yuri had been spending more then the normal needed hours both practicing and studying Viktor's movement from past competitions. Viktor had watched Yuri practice every jump, movement, and expression he had carried.

Finally, he stopped in the center of the rink, breathing heavily. The crowd cheered and threw countless items into the rink. Yuri bowed slightly, picked up a few items, and left the rink.

He had done it. Everything was perfect—sure there were a few times where his movements were bit off, but every jump, movement, and expression he practiced.

Sitting down next to Viktor, his heart pounded loudly in his ears. He wanted to get higher than Yurio, higher than J.J, higher than anyone could have.

"And Yuri Katsuki makes a powerful comeback with an 89.14, leaving him with a score of 290.12!" He felt Viktor's hand give his own a squeeze of happiness, he grinned brightly and hugged him tightly. "He is now in first place—"

His heart jumped at the sound of his score. Did he really score that high?!

"He has won!"

Yuri's brown eyes looked over to Viktor, who pressed their foreheads together, smiling brightly. Yuri hugged him back, not being able to contain his excitement.

"I-I did it, Viktor!" He looked up, meeting the shining blue eyes that he wished he could stare into forever.

"I said you'd win, Yuri. Come on, I'll give you that re—"

Countless reporters stormed up towards them. How they managed to get in was the first thing Yuri asked himself. Viktor pulled Yuri behind him, the same smile he wore whenever answering questions plastered on his face.

"Yuri and I have a few things to take care of, please excuse us. We will answer everything soon. Let's go, Yuri!" Viktor pulled an unstable walking Yuri away from everything, bring him out to the streets and straight to there hotel room. Again, Yuri wondered how they were able to do such a thing.

Viktor, in truth, only wanted Yuri for himself after this. Even if he lost, Viktor still would've give him the gift he planned, not caring—he could no longer kept himself together. Plus Yuri's birthday was coming up and Viktor planned to confess everything he felt to Yuri anyways.

Opening the door to their hotel room, the Russian pulled the younger Japanese skater inside. Yuri stumbled in, he ankles finally giving in from the amount of pain of walking through the city in skates and balancing, and fell to the floor. Viktor close the door, the sound of it locking touched Yuri's ears as his legs were lifted up by two hands. His skates were removed carefully with his socks, his bare feet touched gently by Viktor's lips.

Yuri blushed. "V-V-Viktor! What are you doing?!"