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Alvira Katsuki-Nikiforov was a natural when it came to the ice. All of ten, both her parents knew she could easily put grown up professional skaters to shame with her extraordinary skill. Viktor watched his daughter with adoration and also a growing sense of inadequacy. She needed a proper coach to help her use her full potential. She had gone from coach to coach, but he was yet to find one who knew how to deal with a skater who was so young, yet so talented. Viktor had tried to coach her himself, and he failed utterly. He had no doubt he would have been able to do a better job were she older, but he had no idea of the best techniques to coach a girl so young. As for his husband, he was a brilliant skater, but he absolutely lacked any ability as a coach.

Viktor Nikiforov and Yuuri Katsuki had adopted Alvira two years after they had got married twelve years ago. While they stayed mostly in St Petersburg while they were still active as skaters, they moved to Japan soon after their retirement. Alvira was a good kid. She was very well behaved and also did well in school. She was passionate about ice-skating and she idolised her dads. She was also a prodigy. Viktor knew he was nothing compared to her when he was his age.

Viktor couldn't get the thought that he was failing his daughter out of his mind. He had talked about it to everyone he knew in the skating circle. However most of them had no idea what to do with a prodigy so young.

Viktor noticed that another man had been watching his daughter keenly. He looked oddly familiar. He had long blond hair and wore a hoodie. He went up to him, and gasped when he noticed who it was.

'Yuri Plisetsky?''

'Hi Viktor.' he said, in Russian. 'Good to see you.'

'What are you doing here?'

Yuri Plisetsky had gone onto surpass even Viktor in the skating rink. He had won medal after medal till he announced his retirement two years ago. No one had any contact with him ever since.

'After I've retired, I've been involved in a number of projects.' Yuri said. 'One of them is a skating academy for the most talented children in the world, irrespective of nationality. I believe your daughter would be a perfect fit there.'

"Skating Academy?'

'You heard me right.'

'Viktor thought about it. Perhaps that was exactly what Alvira needed. 'Why don't you come to our place, Yuri. We'll talk about it over breakfast.

Yuuri was still in bed. He wished Viktor was there with him. He did appreciate how doting he was to their daughter, but did they have to go so damn early? Yuuri missed the sleepy morning sex they usually had on Sundays. He thought about his husband, who at forty still looked as beautiful as he did in his twenties. 'Vitya.' he said out loud. Though he hardly ever called him that, he loved the sound of the name on his tongue. It sounded so exotic.

'Yes,Yuuri.'

Taken aback, Yuuri sprung from his bed, and dashed to the living room.'You're back!'

'Don't tell me you were in bed all this time. We have a visitor.'

Yuuri was surprised to hear saw the other man, standing with his husband and his daughter.

''Yurio!'

'Hi, Katsudon.'