Disclaimer: I don't own Yuri! on Ice.
When he was little, Minami hated his looks. His mom had beautiful red hair, while his dad had blond one. His big brother inherited his dad's hair, but when it came to him, something went really wrong.
Chicken Nugget, that was the nickname that his fellow classmates in elementary school gave to him. Just because of only one lock in his hair.
Before he had gone to high school, he almost cut it down to prevent those insults.
"What are you doing, little bro?" His big brother asked, finding him in the bathroom. Minami looked aside, letting down his hand with the scissors in it. Toshiro stepped to him, touching his red lock. Minami pushed his hand away, his lips quivering. "So, that's it," he muttered.
"It is a pretty good reason!" That was the first time he had ever raised up his voice when he spoke with his brother. "I am getting rid of being insulted by everyone!" Tears gathered in the corner of Minami's eyes.
Suddenly, he felt as two arms hugged him.
"Don't you dare to say that you want to get rid of your it! That lock is one of the things that make you unforgettable. You become unique by it and there are only a few people who can say they are really unique." Minami felt as his tears started falling down. He grabbed his brother's t-shirt for comfort. "By the way, you have that idol of yours, right?" Minami snapped his head up by the mentioning of Yuuri. "How can he even remember you, unless you stand out from the crowd in some way?"
"You're right, onii-chan!" Minami said, grinning at his brother, who wiped down the tears form his face.
"Was it even another opinion?" Toshiro asked, teasingly.
Minami felt Yuuris' eyes on him, while he was skating his free skate. His cheering was like some kind of strength streaming through his body. Minami knew that without it, he would never gotten his personal best, that he got as the result of his free skate.
After the competition had ended, he caught Yuuri up in the lobby, asking him for a photo. The Japanese skater first blushed, then seeing his shining eyes, nodded.
"Thank you, Yuuri!" Minami said, smiling. Yuuri raised his hand up and touched his red lock. Minami froze in place.
"I am so sorry!" Yuuri exclaimed, waving his hands in front of his face. "I have never seen anything like that before and… I just wanted to touch it," he mumbled quietly. "It looks perfect in your hair."
Then and there, Minami did not like anything more about himself than his different colored lock.