(Author's Note: This story will POV swap. I will let you know whos POV you are reading. Also, thank you RoseRozu for helping me come up with the title.

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(Yuuri's POV)

Hi. My name is Katsuki Yuuri. And tomorrow is my 21st birthday. For the past 16 years of my life, I've been preparing for this moment. You see if I'm the youngest soulmate, when I wake up tomorrow I will be in my soulmates body for 24 hours. And that means they will be in mine. My roommate and rink mate Phichit is way too excited about meeting my soulmate and embarrassing me. But at least he won't be as bad as my sister Mari.

Speaking of Mari "Mari nee-chan I don't even know if I will wake up in my soulmates body. What if I'm the oldest?"

She laughs "If you're the oldest I'll quit smoking. I mean it Yuuri, if you wake up and you're still you, call me. And I will show you me throwing away my pack of smokes."

A small smile graces my face "Okay, I will. How's Vik-chan doing? Can I see him real quick?"

"Of course." Mari whistles "Here he comes. Oh, Vik-chan whos that? Whos that on the phone?" Vik-chan yips at the screen.

"Hey, buddy. Oh, I miss you. I really wish you could be here, I'd feel a lot better about tomorrow."

"I know Yuuri. But at least you know he is safe and well taken care of. Anyhow, I got to get back to work. I'll let mom know you called. If I don't hear from you tomorrow, I expect a call from Phichit letting me know you swapped."

"Oh, he knows. Bye Mari nee-chan. Bye Vik-chan." The little brown toy poodle lets out a cute little howl as the call ends. Well time to finish prepping for a swap. I set out three possible outfits with a note attached that says 'So you don't have to dig thru my dresser here are three choices that do fit.' I set my phone to a touch to unlock it. And under it, I have a small notebook with a few important pieces of info that Phichit might forget to mention. Like where we live, that I don't have any food allergies, the passcode for the front door to the building, and a list of my favorite local restaurants that are within a five block radius just to name a few.

It really sucks to have a potential swap during the middle of the ice skating season, but Coach Celestino gave me the next two days off. And I already know I didn't make to GPF this year. Unless Cao Bin gets disqualified in the next two day, my next competition is the Japanese Nationals during Christmas. I was so close too.

I shake my head of the negative thoughts that start to form. I really need to finish getting ready. I've already showered and am dress in warm comfy pajamas. I'm still half tempted to take down my Viktor posters, but both Phichit and my family agree that I shouldn't be ashamed of my celebrity crush/ skating idol. So I leave them up. I plug my phone in to charge and the screen lights up showing it's 8:55 pm. I've chosen to go to bed a bit early because the swap won't work if one party is still awake. I set my glasses on top of it like always and climb under the covers. My mind slowly shuts down as I drift off to sleep.

(Viktor's POV from 2 PM Detriot time/ 9 PM St. Petersburg)

Sigh, another day is done and still no swap. I've already accepted that I am the oldest soulmate, but how long do I have to wait. It's been three years. I do hope it happens soon. I'd gladly miss a day of training just so I'd know who my soulmate is. But Yakov has kicked me out of the rink for the next two day to rest up for the GPF, so if it happens now would be best. I've showered and am dressed in a pair of comfy sweatpants. I normally sleep nude but my heater has been shutting off during the night only to kick back on just before I wake up. I may be Russian, but morning wood and cold balls are a horrible combo to deal with.

Makkachin is already on the bed waiting for me. "Whos such a good girl? You are!" I climb under the covers and fall asleep with my arms wrapped around Makkachin.

(several hours later)

When I wake up and stretch I notice my vision is very blurry. So I blink my eyes but it doesn't clear up. that's odd. wait wheres Makkachin? As I feel around the bed I find it's much smaller than the one I fell asleep in. gasp, did my soulmate finally turn 21? I look around and spot a pair of glasses on a phone. So I grab them and put them on and the room becomes clearer. And I'm a bit shocked at all the posters with my face on them. well, at least my soulmate knows about me and likes me. maybe?

They left their desk lamp on. must be for me. I grab the phone and tap the home button. The screen lights up showing it's 1:28 am. wow where do they live? As I look back down I see a small notebook that says 'For my soulmate. Important info.' aw, they are so thoughtful I pick it up and open it to the first page.

'Hi, if you're reading this you're most likely confused as to where you are and whose body you're in. This notebook will hopefully answer most if not all of you're questions. If not my roommate Phichit will gladly fill you in and embarrass me in the process. My name is Katsuki Yuuri. I'm a Japanese figure skater living in Detroit, Michigan. If my nationality didn't clue you in, my first name is Yuuri, last name Katsuki. The names are given in reverse in Japan, and I still introduce myself as such.

I've been living in Detroit for the past three years, going to college and training under Coach Celestino. Now don't worry, you won't have to go to the rink or get on the ice. My coach gave me the next two days off. So you're free in a sense to go explore the neighborhood, On page three is a list of my favorite local restaurants in a five-block radius. Just don't do anything stupid or crazy that can get me in trouble. The cops here don't care if you're only in trouble because of your soulmate.

Phichit has my approval to escort you around if you need it. Though if he takes you to a bar, PLEASE I BEG OF YOU DON"T DRINK ANY ALCOHOL. My body is very sensitive to the effects of alcohol. I only know this because on my 17th birthday my parents let me drink with them. And I would really appreciate it if you respect my simple request. I am trying to be as thoughtful and courteous as possible, all I ask is the same in return. Let see the passcode for the buildings front door is 8310.

Our Apartment number is 22, we are on the third floor. The elevator doesn't work, so the stairs are to the right as you exit the door. The backpack hanging off the doorknob is already packed with my wallet, keys, extra phone cord, and a fully charged power bank. There is $100 for you to spend on food and knick-knacks if you see something you want to get me or yourself.

The post office is right next to the Japanese restaurant listed on page three if you need it. On page four are my favorite items on the menus. Try and not stuff my stomach too full, I tend to gain weight easily. And as a figure skater that's not a good thing. Take my word for it. I don't have any food allergies, so you can order something other than what I recommend. There are clothes on top of the dresser for you to put on.

My phone has an international phone plan, so if you live in another country, you can call home and if you're supposed to work in the morning you can let your boss know you swapped. Or if you want to talk to me, call your own phone? My phone is set to a touch unlock, so it will be easy for you to use. And I made sure the menus and apps are in English since I normally have them in Japanese. Feel free to type in your phone number so we can keep in touch after we swap back.

I'm sure by now you've noticed all the poster in my room. They are all of my favorite ice skater Viktor Nikiforov. He is the reason I'm still skating.' There is still more written but my eyes tear up and I can't read anymore. I'm the reason he skates.? I'm his favorite skater! I wipe my eyes and lay back down. Oh, Yuuri. When you wake up in St. Petersburg, you'll be in for the shock of your life. Hmmm, I should check and see what time it is back at home.

I unlock the phone and pull up google. A quick search tells me that I'm seven hours behind St. Petersburg. I could call and wake him up. It's almost nine in the morning. If Makkachin hasn't woken him up yet. I type in my number and save it in his contacts. And then I press the call button and it starts ringing.

(Yuuri's POV 8:48 am St. Petersburg)

All of a sudden music starts playing next to my head and I jump out of bed. Wait, where am I? I look down and I'm only wearing sweatpants. I turn my attention to the nightstand where the phone is playing music for an incoming call. I pick up the phone and notice it's my number but the display is in Cyrillic. Am I in Russia? I quickly press the answer button and put the phone up to my ear. "Moshi Moshi?"

"Yuuri! Good, you're awake. I hope Makkachin wasn't the one who woke you up."

That voice!? Makkachin!? I look over at the bed and there in all her glory was Makkachin herself looking at me and panting. "Vi... Vi... Viktor?"

"Da, moya Zvezda. The one and only. I still need to finish reading your notes to me. I got to the part about me and started crying."

"I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry."

"Yuuri, they weren't tears of sadness."

"They...weren't?"

"No. No one has ever said I'm the reason they are skating. I feel very honored."

"Is this really happening?"

"Da. But if you don't believe me go look in the mirror. The bathroom door should still be open. Do you see it?"

I turn around and find the only door open "I think so."

"Ok, keep me on the phone and go look." I slowly walk to the bathroom and step inside. The room is huge. I get a bit distracted by everything I see. It isn't until I turn around that I see my reflection. And I squeal. "Yuuri? Are you alright?"

"Ye..yeah. I'm okayish."

"Ish? Yuuri, are you disappointed that I'm your soulmate?"

"What?! No no that's not it. I'm afraid this is a dream and that when I wake up that's all it will ever be."

"Yuuri, I want you to do something for me. Ok?"

"Okay, what?"

"I want you to pinch my left arm as hard as you can."

"What?! No, I can't. I could never hurt you."

"Yuuri, by the time we switch back, my arm won't even hurt anymore. I just need you to feel a little bit of pain to prove that this is real. You do know you can't feel pain in a dream right?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Then what's the harm in trying? You have nothing to lose and everything to gain."

"Ok. Just a second." I take my right hand and grab a piece of skin on the left forearm and pinch it. "Ouch! That hurt."

"See? You felt pain, so it's not a dream. Here I'm going to switch to a video call." I pull the phone away from my ear and hold it in front of my face. Soon my actually face appears on screen, waving at me. "Wow, ok this is awkward. Flip the phone around so I can see what you look like in the mirror." I do as he says and turn the phone toward the mirror. "Wow! You look so handsome. And so familiar. Hey, weren't you at Skate Canada this season?"

I turn red at his question and it's weird to see Viktor's face blushing in the mirror. "Yes, I got Bronze. My only medal this season."

I hear fingers snap "I knew your name sounded familiar. And now with the face, I know who you are. I thought your skating was beautiful, almost as if it was creating the music on its own."

"Me? Skate beautiful?"

"Yes! I wanted to speak to you but you ran away every time I tried. I thought you hated me. Did you run because you are shy or something?"

"That's part of it. I wanted my first conversation with you to be when I was a more worthy competitor for you. I feel my skating isn't good enough to be worth your attention."

"Nonsense. Utter nonsense. I was thoroughly impressed with your skating. And you held on to second place until Chris took the ice for the FS. And he only outscored you by 1.03 points. That's pretty darn good. And you scored very well at the NHK despite placing fourth. That was a very close race."

"You saw my NHK performance?"

"Of course. I was hoping you'd win silver and join me at the finals."

My face falls "I'm sorry to disappoint you."

"Yuuri, did I say I was disappointed? No. I'm actually proud of you. This is your third year in the senior's division right?"

"Yes. I stayed in juniors until I aged out. It took that long to find a coach that would take me."

"Do you remember how many years I was in the senior's division before I made the podium?"

"Yeah, you started medaling during your fourth year. But you took the juniors division by storm and went into the senior's division at age fifteen."

"True, but there were better skaters in the senior's division when I climb the ranks. I think by waiting until you aged out, that was the smarter move. It gave you more experience and time to refine the basics. I was too greedy and thought I could win every gold medal in my first year. Not placing at all for three years in a row really brought me back to reality. And I started working on my basics again."

"I remember watching your programs on t.v and thinking I want to skate like him. My friend Yuuko showed me a few of your junior performances she had recorded and afterward, we would copy your programs with our current skill set just to see if we could."

"Really? What's your favorite performance?"

"From you, that would have to be The Dark Prince."

"Really? Everyone hated it."

"I didn't. I loved it. It was the first performance of yours I was able to do without dropping the difficulty. Granted it took a few years after you had done it for me to do so. Um speaking of skating, do you need to be at the rink at all today?"

"Nope. Yakov gave me the next two days off to rest for the GPF. He's worried I'll hurt myself by practicing too hard."

My relief is visible "Oh good. I was afraid of getting you in trouble with him."

"Ah, well it's fine. Even if I was due at the rink, I would just call Yakov from your phone and tell him I've swapped and won't be in. Now I'm afraid I'm not as prepared for a swap like you were. So I'll have to walk you through my apartment and tell you where everything is."

"It's fine. I've been preparing for several years now, just to be certain I was ready. burr Is it always so cold in your home?"

A frown mars Yuuri (Viktor's) face "I'm sorry. It's been a problem these past several months. And I've been so busy, I haven't called to have it fixed. The heater should kick back on soon. If you exit the bathroom, my closet is the door to the right. You can choose something from there."

"Okay. You really don't mind me going through your closet?"

He shakes his head "Why would I mind? You're my soulmate."

"I don't know, maybe you have something embarrassing in there."

Viktor laughs "Like what? A porn collection or a box of toys?"

I turn blood red and squeak out "Yes?"

"Oh, you poor thing. Does the topic of sex freak you out?"

"Does Japanese modesty not mean anything to you?"

Viktor stops laughing "Oh, I didn't mean to offend. I'm sorry. Would this conversation be easier in person?"

"Maybe? I honestly don't know. I'm still getting used to the fact my soulmate is Viktor freakin Nikiforov! The one person who helps keep my love of skating alive. You'll hear this from Phichit later but you're my celebrity crush."

Viktor's eyes glisten "Really?! Does that mean you own the limited edition risque photos I did last year?"

"Yes," I swear I can't turn any redder.

"Where do you keep them?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Now I really want to know. Hmmm, I'll tell you where my personal photos from that shoot are. And I'll even send them to you, autographed of course."

"No one else knows I have them. And I'm embarrassed by what they are hidden with."

"Let me guess, you have a toy collection and use photos of me to get off with them."

I nearly drop the phone "Gah! When you say it out loud, it sounds really bad."

Viktor chuckles "Yuuri let me tell you a secret. Ready?"

"Su-sure?"

Viktor whispers "Look in the blue box under the bed, closest to the bathroom."

I step out of the bathroom and kneel next to the bed. A quick peek under shows the blue box in question. I slide it out and brace myself. I close my eyes and lift the lid. When I slowly open them and look down, I gasp. "Why is there a picture of me in this box?"