Looking in the mirror that morning was like looking at the biggest disappointment in his entire life. Yuuri hated what he saw. More specifically, he hated what he had become. What he allowed himself to turn into. Thinking back to the commotion around Minako yesterday didn't do much to raise his self-esteem either. Maybe. Just maybe he should start working out again. Maybe lay off of the junk food as well. Strictly healthy meals from here on out. Feeling a little bit more motivated about the idea, he threw on some clothes and grabbed his bag along with his skates.

Not even halfway down the stairs and Yuuri could already hear two voices from the room room next to him get louder. It was Minako and his Mother and the conversation itself wasn't a very pleasant one either.

"Maybe we should limit Yuuri…" Minako spoke in a hushed voice.

"What do you mean 'Maybe we should limit him'?"

"I'm just saying that maybe we should cut him off of certain things like junk food and at least try to encourage him to eat healthier meals. Kind of like not allowing him Katsudon unless he does really good. I mean, look at what he's done to him. He's a skater and skaters should clearly not be in that type of physical shape."

"It's Yuuri's decision and I'll go along with whatever choice he makes whether it's for better or worse. I don't think now's the time for us to be stepping in and trying to run his life. Now go watch television or something. I've got to prepare breakfast."

Ouch. Not exactly the confidence boost he was hoping that he receive. An audible sigh was heard before he saw Minako walk out of the room and into the public dining area with a bottle of spirits in her hand. Taking his time, Yuuri made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen area. Catching the sight of his mother preparing dishes, he gave her a small smile.

"Mom…?" He spoke softly, gaining her attention.

"Yes?" She quietly hummed as she finished up what she was doing before looking back at him. "What is it?"

"I'm gonna go practice at the rink but do you think you could start preparing some healthy dishes for me? Like the stuff I ate when I was training."

"Of course, honey! But what about breakfast? Aren't you going to eat before you go?"

"No, it'll be uneasy on my stomach. I was going to eat when I came back."

"Alright." She quietly dug into the cabinet before pulling out a protein bar and handing it to him. "Just make sure to keep up your energy and have fun."

"Right. Thanks." He quietly mumbled as he took the bar and walked out of the room.

Deciding to do the body good, he chose to walk to the rink instead of taking a taxi. Stepping out of his family's Onsen allowed a confluent sigh to leave him. It felt refreshing. One would almost describe it as inspiring. He looked over to his right and eyed the trash can. With the bar in his hand, he eventually tossed it into the garbage. It felt like a sin. It felt so terribly wrong to throw away food that his mother gave to him out of worry but at the same time, it felt exhilarating. To be able to say no and get rid of it like it was nothing. To save himself all those calories.

The walk to the rink itself was incredibly peaceful aside from the fact that Yuuri was extremely insecure. He just couldn't seem to get rid of this nagging feeling in the back of his head. He had convinced himself that everyone that passed by was judging him on their own accord. It wouldn't be unreasonable. In Japan, not many people were usually this heavy. Not many people were seen as this obese. He wouldn't be surprised if he was forced to see a dietitian at some point.

As soon as he entered the rink, a huge wave of relief washed over him. There was no one in there and he was shielded from the eyes of the public. He was greeted with the cold and emptiness of the rink. The surface was smooth as if it was just polished with the Zamboni. This is what he called home and he's been away for far too long.