I originally wanted this chapter to come out earlier but I had a persistent fever that lasted for a few days and I could not get anything done (not like I get anything done to begin with). I rushed with this chapter so its kinda shitty. Also how do ice skating rinks work? because where I live, there is no rink. It doesn't get very cold, only about 45-50F (7-10C). I only know about ballet so I'm lost. HAVE YOU GUYS WATCHED EP 8 BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVED IT BUT I HOPE MAKKACHIN DOESNT DIE WE ALREADY LOST VICCHAN WE CANT LOOSE MAKKACHIN
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Yurio wobbly glided across the ice, trying to keep up with his father. Victor held Yurio's small hands in his own as he skated backwards and tried to keep his son's balance. He took great care in finding a place that was secluded enough to where they wouldn't get trampled by people, though groups of people still passed. "Yurio, look up at me. You will have a better time balancing if you focus on something." He dropped Yurio's hand and placed it on the child's chin and tipped his sons head up and gave him a smile, which in return was given a pout. Victor laughed at Yurio's pouty behavior.
When Victor was sure Yurio was used to the transition from land to ice, he let go of Yurio's hands and let him skate on his own, but stayed close behind incase he fell. "Papa! Look I'm doing it!" Yurio looked up to Victor with bright emerald eyes. "Yes, I see. And you are getting so good at skating that I bet when you get older, people will love you for it." He placed a small kiss on the blonde boy's forehead. Yurio gave a wide grin before putting on a confident smirk and started pumping his small legs faster. While he knew that his Papa told him to look up, he just couldn't stop himself from looking at his skates. They were just so pretty gliding across the ice.
Victor noticed his shoe laces becoming a little undone, he tightened them until he noticed Yurio wasn't near him. He looked around frantically until he noticed the blonde child was unknowingly skating his way towards a group of people speed skating. "Yuri! Get back over here!" Victor frantically got up to his feet and pushed his legs. 'Why did I let him out of my sight? How did I not see this coming?'
A figure dressed in black came and turned Yurio around quickly before he could collide with the speed skaters. When Victor got to the two, he dropped to his knees and placed his large hands on Yurio's reddened cheeks. "Yuri don't ever do that again. Do you know that you could have been hurt if you hadn't been caught? That was an incredibly dangerous thing to do! What made you think that was a good idea?" The young boy's lip quivered and his eyes teared up at his father yelling at him. "I-I just w-wanted to-" He sniffled and tears fully made their way down his cheeks, "I-I just wanted to make you happy Papa! And show y-you what I can do!" Yurio latched himself onto Victor and cried into his shoulder.
Picking up the child, he turned to his savior. Which he recognized as the man from before, but without his glasses. He noticed he also pushed back his black hair and put on a jacket with a 'JSF' badge on it, over the dark blue sweater he was wearing earlier. " Thank you so much for helping me. " He spoke in English again, but with the mix of fear his son getting hurt and anger at himself from not looking after the child, it made his accent stand out more and he hoped the man could understand him.
"Its no problem. My friend has triplets and they like to skate around other people, so I help her gather them up. It's not something that I'm not used to." The man blushed lightly and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment in being put on the spot.
To be fair, he didn't know the boy was in trouble. He only saw a small blur until it became clear to his eyes that it was the small boy from earlier. That would have been an accident he didn't want to deal with.
"Either way, I am grateful that you saved my son. And if I'm not mistaken by the jacket, you are a competitive skater?" Yuuri was startled by the question. He didn't think anyone would acknowledge that he was a competitive skater. He nodded mutely to the silver haired stranger. "I'm Yuuri Katsuki. I represent Japan." The older man stuck out his hand after calming down his son and only getting a few sniffles out of him. "I'm Victor Nikiforov. I skated in my junior years."
Yuuri had jumped at the name. This is Victor Nikiforov. The Victor Nikiforov. He asked for directions from him, accidentally saved his son, AND HE'S HOLDING HIS HAND. This has to be the worst day in his life.
