Yuri's eyes filled with tears, his glasses fell off of his face, onto the ground.

He crossed his arm, his nails dug into them.

Heck.

Were the walls closing in on him? They had to be. Nobody else was there but him, and even when he was surrounded by people he felt loneliness etch into his very being. Nobody was around this time.

Ring.

What?

A blurred view of Yuri's room came into his vision.

Ring.

Yuri quickly grabbed his glasses from the ground, wiping his eyes as he rushed to pick up his phone.

"M-moshi moshi?"

"Yuri!" A familiar voice burst through the speaker, in English.

"Phichit-kun!" Yuri smiled. "I'm so glad you called." It was true, he couldn't have been happier for that interruption. "Wait- why did you call?"

"I don't know, really. I just-I had this feeling. I needed to call you. Are you ok, Yuri?"

"Y-" he hated lying to his best friend. Phichit would know something was up. "No, not really."

"Talk to me, Yuri. You can't keep it all locked up. I'll listen, always."

"Well, Viktor and Russian Yuri are here..."

Phichit laughed over the phone. "Everyone knows that by now!"

"Yes, and I'm just stressed out and really afraid. Things are so different at the moment, it's a bit much."

Phichit nodded, even though Yuri clearly couldn't tell. "I get it. You know, Yuri, I'm sure Viktor would love to hear what is bothering you as well. After all, he is going to be your coach."

Yuri blushed. "You don't know that! I could totally flop just like in the Grand Prix."

The Thai man scoffed. "Don't you dare compare this to that. Yuri, we are all so proud of you for making it to the Finals. Coming this far has been a significant accomplishment on its own. This little contest has higher stakes in you and the Russian Yuri's eyes, but that just means you can use all the determination and experience to win!"

"Thank you Phichit-kun. I really needed that."

"Now go out there and win your dream man!"

"P-Phichit-kun!"

The younger laughed. "Bu-bye now~."

Yuri sighed, "Goodbye."

The phone call ended and Yuri felt better. He nodded to himself. He had to win. He was going to win, even if he had to imagine freaking katsudon to do it!

(A/N: I wrote this chapter and the last in one day so I'm pretty darn proud of myself. Also, the 'heck' part was supposed to be 'fuck' but I was writing it in the presence of other people and I was afraid they were gonna look [lol]. I'm keeping it as heck, though, it's funny.)