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Yuuri was 15 years old when his heart was broken for the first time, although it didn't hurt as much as he expected.

Yuuko and Takeshi became a couple during the summer, which meant that the feelings Yuuri had for the girl were an unrequited love.

... But that was okay. Yuuri was happy for his friends.

Besides, it wasn't like he was very much in love with Yuuko or something, he rather considered her as the closest non-blood related relationship of unconditional affection he had further.

Well... Viktor also fallen into that category, but Yuuri knew that he had cero chance at romance with him. In addition, the silver-haired boy currently had a girlfriend, and from what Yuuri knew about her, she was his classmate from the university with whom he had been dating for a few months. So his crush on Viktor was still intact.

At the beginning of the courtship of his friends, Yuuri didn't want to be a third wheel and decided that the best thing would be to take some time away from them to give them some privacy, and apparently they didn't even realize the exact moment when the dark-haired boy began to refuse their invitations. At least, when Yuuri came home, Vicchan was always there waiting for him.

And when holidays were over, Yuuko gave him another bad news.

"I'm so sorry, Yuuri!" Exclaimed the chestnut girl, unable to hide the guilt on her face, clasping hands in a pray. She knew that Yuuri was still very shy during the skating lessons, even though they had been attending for almost two years already.

"Uhm... It's okay, Yuuko." Yuuri replied a bit sad. "I know you're busy with school... and that you want to spend more time with Takeshi." He commented with a playful smirk and Yuuko's cheeks painted red.

Yuuri was more than aware that Takeshi's parents were the owners of the Ice Castle, and Yuuko had learned how to skate to be closer to him in hopes that there were 'something' between them (and it worked).

"I'm glad that you understand!" She smiled, feeling relieved. "Besides, I know you'll be fine without me. Viktor will still be your instructor!" Yuuko winked and then was Yuuri the one who blushed.

Yuuri then realized that, until then, he hadn't stopped to think about the fact that his two crush had a partner... Oh, no. Now, his heart began to hurt seriously.

When he got home, the first thing he did was lock himself in his room and cry. The more tears he shed, the more pathetic he felt, but eventually he calmed down, reminding himself that there was nothing he could do about it and crying wasn't a solution either. It even made him feel better that Vicchan lay down beside him and cry with him.

The day skating classes resumed, his stomach was upset with nerves due to endless reasons. First, Yuuko wouldn't be with him, and second, he would see Viktor again after a month in which he had returned to Russia to visit his family for the holidays. And when Yuuri put a hand on the door of the Ice Castle to open it, he began to tremble and to think that it would be best to go home. He suddenly felt sick.

However, a voice made him jump.

"Hey, Yuuri! I didn't know you'd like to skate!" Exclaimed a dark-haired boy whom Yuuri had to watch for several seconds until he recognized him.

"Phichit-kun." He whispered surprised.

Phichit Chulanont was a Thai kid who had just moved to Japan. He was two years younger than Yuuri and maybe five centimeters smaller. They were together in Photography class. Yuuri didn't like photography very much, but he preferred to take photos instead of appearing in them, besides, he needed the extra credits because the extracurricular classes were compulsory, and he realized that being in a sports class would be redundant and tired, since he already had the ballet and the skating lessons.

In addition, he wanted to take advantage of the phone's camera that his parents (and Viktor) had given him on his 15th birthday. Viktor flatly denied having put his own money to help his parents to buy it (Yuuri had already warned him that he didn't wanted Viktor to spend more money on him), but it was very obvious that the older boy was part of it, because, after receiving the cell phone, Viktor's number was already recorded along with his family. Also, Viktor gave him a blue phone case with poodles drawings, pretending in a very bad way that he didn't know Yuuri would receive a cell phone.

"Yuuri. I had no idea! It must have been my spider sense that told me!" It was Viktor's excuse, showing his typical heart-shaped smile. Yuuri sighed in defeat, but still he thanked him a lot. By the time it was Viktor's birthday, with frustration, Yuuri only could get him more accessories. Although Viktor swore with his huge smile that that was more than enough for him.

Yuuri barely knew Phichit. They just had their first class together early that day, actually. However, he knew he liked him. The Thai kid was hyperactive and very talkative kind of person, and the reason why his japanese was at 'normal' level it was because his mother was Japanese and had taught him the language since childhood.

Both Yuuri and Phichit had completely opposite personalities. Yuuri was shy and reticent while Phichit was introverted and very friendly. Therefore, the Japanese boy wasn't quite sure what the Thai kid thought about him. However, Phichit didn't seem to mind because he took Yuuri's arm and pulled him inside the Ice Castle.

"Yuuri. Do you also take skating lessons? What a coincidence!" Phichit continued chatting and Yuuri finally left his transe. Curiously, he wasn't bothered by Phichit closeness. He normally didn't like physical contact that much.

"Uhm... Yes. I've taken this class for a couple of years by now."

"Really?! Then..." Phichit brought his free hand to his chin and continued. "Is it possible that we are in the same class, with Mr. Nikiforov?"

Yuuri laughed when he heard his classmate refer to Viktor as if he were an older man, but nodded.

"Phichit-kun, have you already skated before?" He asked trying not to be too surprised. The first time the silver-haired boy gave a skating class it had been for Beginners, but in each course, he advanced one more step along with Yuuri, so Viktor had always been his only instructor (and that made him secretly happy). So that mean that, if Phichit was in the same class as him, it was probably because he skated in a higher level than the Average.

"Yes!" He exclaimed excited, and both boys stopped when they reached the protective fence. "I love skating! My dream is to open a skating rink to make musical shows!" Phichit said with bright eyes, but immediately blushed after realizing what he had said and backed away, embarrassed. Yuuri for a moment panicked and thought he must have done something to offend him. "Oh... This is the first time I say this to anyone." Then he smiled and Yuuri felt relief. "I like you, Yuuri. It's easy to talk to you. Let's be friends!"

The Japanese blinked several times in a row, not sure what had just happened. However, when Phichit extended a hand to him, he didn't hesitate to shake it with a smile too. Apparently, Phichit liked him too.

"Woah! Who is that!?" Phichit suddenly pointed out to the silver-haired boy, who was inside the skating rink working on a choreography that Yuuri had seen him doing for months ago but that wasn't finished yet and had no name.

If there was something that Yuuri admired more of Viktor, more than his obvious beauty, it was his creativity. The Russian boy liked Ice skating so much that he managed to create his own routines and show them in public during special events. A pity it was that, for Viktor, figure skating was a simple pastime, since he could easily have won gold medals. However, the older boy studied to be able to follow his father's footsteps and be an executive.

"Ah, he's Viktor..." He said while blushing and feeling excited to see him again after a month apart (although they talked by chat). Yuuri didn't know what kind of face he had because Phichit immediately looked at him with a knowing smile and an eyebrow raised, so he hurried to clarify. "He is our instructor."

"Oooh... I see." He laughed. "I don't want to sound intrusive but... this Viktor, do you like him, right?" He asked quietly, and Yuuri covered his mouth in order of not to scream.

"Phichit! Viktor has a girlfriend!" He exclaimed in a low voice and using a hand as a wall so no one couldn't hear him. "And it's the girl over there." He pointed out with his eyes to a girl, which was several steps away from them leaning on the fence and looking at Viktor with loving eyes.

Yuuri couldn't say he was surprised to see her there. It was normal for the girl to accompany Viktor to the Ice Castle and then leave when they started the class so as not to distract him. The Japanese boy gave a sigh of fatigue and remembered why he wanted so bad to go home.

The girl was pretty, she really was. Her hair was brown, almost dark, and had tender honey-colored eyes. Yuuri had already interacted with her before (although he usually avoided her) and she was always very kind and sweet. There was no doubt about why Viktor had chosen her over others girls. And the only reason why Yuuri remembered her name it was because it was pronounced similar to his; Yuki.

"Then you have to steal Viktor away from her." Phichit said jokingly as he nudged him. Yuuri, to his own surprise, began to laugh at such an idea. "I assure you you're cuter than her."

"I appreciate your vote of confidence, but ..." And when he was about to refute and say that it was an impossible task, he heard Viktor shouted at him as he skated fast towards them.

"Yuuri! Why did 't you tell me you were already here?! "The older boy pounced on him and squeezed him tightly against his chest, making Yuuri's nose rest on his shoulder and he could smell the fruity fragrance of his silvery hair. However, that resulted in an uncomfortable position since the protective fence was stuck in his stomach. "I've been waiting for you! I thought you wouldn't come!"

"Vi-Viktor. You are... hurting me." He said, and Viktor gasped in surprise before releasing it.

"I-I'm so sorry, Yuuri! I think I got too excited!" Yuuri could hear the regret in Viktor's voice, and he nodded as he rubbed his stomach and Phichit patted him on the back.

"It's okay... It was an accident ..."

Viktor skated out the rink and looked for his skates' protectors. Then he ran to Yuuri to hug him again, this time more delicately.

"Yuuri! I missed you so much!" He said while rubbing his cheeks against Yuuri's black hair, and Yuuri felt ticklish and giggled, thinking that Viktor was acting just like theirs poodles did. "Makkachin has also missed you a lot. Oh! You should come home this weekend to he can see you, and bring Vicchan with you, so we could go out and walk together!"

"Ahem..." Phichit didn't really want to interrupt that tender scene, but his curiosity brought out the worst in him. "So... you are our skating instructor, Mr. Nikiforov." He said, and extended a hand as a greeting. Viktor turned to him and smiled as he would with any of his other students and returned the greeting.

"Yes! I'm Viktor Nikiforov. And you are?"

"Phichit Chulanont! I'm Yuuri's best friend!"

The Japanese boy looked at the Thai kid with his brown eyes wide open and opened his mouth to say something, although he didn't know what. Best friends so fast? That didn't make any sense. Yuuri only came out of his surprised state when he heard something even better.

"What?! Yuuri!" Viktor took him by the shoulders and looked at him...with hurt eyes? "I thought I was your best friend!"

"Ah...uh... I..." Seeing the aquamarine eyes so indignant and focused on him in that intense way reminded him that, in effect, Viktor cared for him and considered him as his friend. Apparently his 'best friend' (which was a new). But as much as Yuuri wanted to see Viktor as a friend, when he had feelings for him... He had to say something to remove that sadness from Viktor's eyes. "Ah! Viktor, you... are more like ... eh... like an older brother to me!" Well, that seemed to be the right thing to say because the silver-haired boy's face softened and he began to stroke his black hair with affection. Yuuri breathed in relief.

"Of course, Yuuri. I also consider you as part of my family."

Yuuri blushed and looked at the floor, feeling the mocking but satisfied look from Phichit. Yuuri also recalled that Viktor's girlfriend was a few steps away from them, but for some reason, she didn't try to approach them nor Viktor invited her to the conversation.

"Ah. It's time to start the class." Viktor said when his cell phone's alarm rang. He had the habit of skating before each class and didn't worry so much about the time, so he began the healthy habit of setting an alarm so as not to waste class time (Yuuri was the one who suggested that idea).

"Instructor." Phichit said, feigning an ashamed smile. "Can I go to the restrooms quickly?" Viktor laughed and nodded. "Thank you! Yuuri, tell me where the restroom is." He took Yuuri's arm again and took him with him. Yuuri has only knew Phichit for a fews hour, but he could realize that the restroom thing was an excuse to talk in private.

And, for some reason, Yuuri had the need to look back and he could see how Yuki approached Viktor with the clear intention of kissing him as a farewell. The boy with the silvery hair seemed not to notice that and sat on a bench to remove the protectors of his skates, so the girl didn't try kissed him again.

How weird. Despite the fact that they had been dating for months, Yuuri hadn't seen them kissing ever... Although, maybe it was just because Viktor knew how to keep his love life apart of his work. That was something worthy of admiration.

When they reached the restroom, Phichit started talking so fast that Yuuri barely understood him.

"Oh, for God's sake, Yuuri! How is it that you are friends with Viktor? Since when? How? Where and why?! Did you see how he saw you?! Are you sure you only want him as a brother?!" At this point Yuuri was already completely flushed and didn't know how to make his friend to shut up. "Wait, do you like incest?!"

"Phichit!" Yuuri covered his face with both hands. He felt so embarrassed that he didn't even add the honorific. He couldn't believe that a 13-year-old boy told him such embarrassing things without any qualms.

"I'm just kidding, I'm sorry!" He smiled and put a hand on his shoulder to reassure him. "But seriously... Woah, Viktor is sexy. I don't even like guys, but I wouldn't mind if Viktor..." Now Yuuri covered his ears. "Okay. I'm gonna shut up." He laughed.

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Yuuri was 15 years old when he met Phichit Chulanont without knowing they would be best friends for life.

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Yuuri ran in a hurry down the street trying to get to his ballet class not-very-late.

He had stayed a couple of extra hours at school to finish a teamwork, which meant that he and Viktor didn't walk home together that day, and therefore he didn't expect to meet him until the next day. However, he recognized his long silvery hair out of the corner of his eye when crossing a street and automatically stopped. And he gasped when his sight managed to focus.

Viktor... He was kissing with another boy. What Yuuri could tell from the distance, the boy had black hair and wore glasses, and definitely, he wasn't Yuki. And due to the way in which Viktor had him cornered against a wall, Yuuri recognized that as a 'passionate kiss', or at least that's how were represented them in the movies and in the doramas that Mari saw.

Yuuri was in shock. He could only feel his heart beating painfully and his eyes burning. Although he quickly mentally kicked himself, reminding himself that Viktor was a 'simple' crush and that he didn't have to let that affect him so much.

If he could get over Yuuko, he could get over Viktor... right?

He decided to keep running for fear that Viktor would see him and things would become more uncomfortable between them. He had no idea that Viktor liked boys... That... could explain why he was always so distant with his girlfriend... or maybe he was bisexual? Oh, whatever. That wasn't his business.

To Yuuri, Viktor would still be Viktor no matter what he did.

Upon arriving at the studio, Minako immediately realized that something was wrong.

"Yuuri, are you okay?" She inquired with a frown and looked at him with concern.

"Ah... Minako-sensei, I... I'm sorry for being late." He looked at the floor and tried to normalize his breathing, which still accelerated because of the run and by the very weird scene he witnessed.

"No, that's fine." She said. "Instead, what worries me is..." The woman put a hand to her chin and sighed. "Yuuri... don't tell me that you feel sick and you still came. I've already told you many times that it's not good for your health." Minako admonished him gravely but no angry with him.

"Oh... I'm sorry." The dark-haired boy was relieved. He felt like his soul could pop out of his mouth. He was afraid that his ballet instructor would asked him about what had happened and it would be very shameful to have to tell her that he saw Viktor kissing another boy...

Okay, he really needed to stop thinking about it or he would start crying at any moment.

"Go home and rest, Yuuri. And tell Viktor that tomorrow you won't go to skating either. Ah! And no matter how much he cries, don't go! That's my order." She said while crossing her arms, she only did that when she didn't want to give any room for a reply. "Ah, wait. It will be better if I call him, so he'll know he shouldn't bother you."

Yuuri laughed a little at that. He knew that Viktor respected Minako, so much that he even feared her, but that didn't stop him from asking her for advice from instructor to instructor to use them in his class. Therefore, he saw that as a stroke of luck after a devastating blow.

Curiously, Yuuri didn't need to pretend to feel bad because he really got sick all week, he even had to miss school. He wasn't sure if it was because of something he ate or if he had a bug, but from time to time he could felt his nerves shoot up and end up throwing up. Especially when Viktor, Yuuko and Takeshi were visiting him at home but he really didn't want to see them and locked himself in his room with the excuse that 'he didn't want them to got sick'. Phichit was the only one he allowed to enter.

Yuuri needed two weeks to dare to look Viktor in the eyes again without haven't that vision hunting him.

Note: Don't worry. This Yuuri doesn't have anxiety, he is just sick. Next chapter Viktor will know what made Yuuri so sick. It's nothing bad, I promise. This isn't an angst fic xD