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Since Yuuri demanded to be trained early on in the Quads for the
Loop, Flip, and Lutz in this fic, I excuse my actions at the end of
the chapter. Also, since this chapter was originally written before
episode 10 aired, it starts shaking up canon shit from here on out.
Meaning don't assume things will go as they did in canon.

Victor flinched at the sudden pitch in Yuuri's usually calm voice. Honestly, he hadn't thought it would be that bad. But in Victor's mind, if he couldn't find a way to calm Yuuri down and help him the way a coach should, then he wasn't a very good coach. That meant that he should step down if he couldn't even handle a spike of anxiety in his skater. It showed poor understanding on his part and Yuuri didn't deserve that. Especially if every time he fell into an anxiety attack, Victor ended up suffering through an attack over not being able to help.

It began in Yuuri's shoulders, which had formerly been stiff and were now quivering ever so slightly. Then Yuuri's glossy lower lip began to twitch just a little. Finally, Yuuri's hazel eyes watered and a single tear fell on his sports jacket, leaving a wet stain. More tears fell then, as if some great dam had been brutally destroyed and the tears just poured down Yuuri's blotchy face.

Victor didn't know how to console emotional people. He wasn't exactly good at emotions in general, and to have his precious Yuuri crying so suddenly was too much. He wanted to help but it seemed to only become worse! This just proved that he was a bad coach if he managed to reduce the poor man to tears over his callous words!

"That's a horrible thing to say!" Yuuri wailed, voice cracking toward the end as he took a loud and heavy breath, hands coming up to hold his chest for support. The Russian raised his hands in an attempt to calm the other down lest he fall into hysterics. Victor knew how tiring those sort of cries could be. He'd seen enough of them. They just sucked out all the energy inside and Yuuri couldn't afford that right now. Not with his Free Skate coming up in a few moments.

This was one of those times where he wished Yuuri could hear because calming down someone who couldn't hear anything he was saying, was suddenly a lot harder than he thought it was. How was Yuuri to see him if there were tears in the way?! How did he make things better from here? How could he right the wrongs?

"I don't want you to stop being my coach! I'm just frazzled because I know that you love skating and everyone loves you and if I screw up somehow, they might look down on you and then you'll realize what a waste of time I am and leave!"

Victor's surprise couldn't be any more unexpected. Yuuri's words spoke of doubts. Lingering doubts. Doubts that were not new and had been given a lot of consideration. Yuuri thought that if he did badly in a routine that he had yet to perfect, then it would make Victor look bad. And if there was too much negativity around Victor because of Yuuri, then it might cause Victor to lose interest in him and walk away. Maybe because he was convinced that what other people had been saying to him, was true all along.

And Victor's offer to resign as Yuuri's coach had probably seemed like a terrible thing to say in the midst of Yuuri's anxious mind.

How was he to calm the other down? Yuuri's tears had ceased, but his shoulders heaved repeatedly and his breathing was ragged.

"Would a kiss calm you down?"

Wrong thing to say. So very wrong, he realized.

Yuuri's hand clenched into a fist and Victor actually had to step back in case Yuuri actually went to hit him. Yuuri was always full of surprises, so it wasn't like Victor could predict his every move. And while he would agree that a punch was probably deserved, he didn't necessarily want to get hit.

Instead of lashing out, Yuuri's hand rose to violently wipe away his tears. "I don't want a fucking kiss! I just need confirmation that even if I fail, you'll stay close to me and never leave!"

Stammi vicino non te ne andare.

How apropos.

Victor ran a gloved hand through his silver hair, a frown on his face. Yuuri was struggling to calm himself down especially after exploding on Victor not only once, but thrice! It was so embarrassing!

Victor had thought a kiss would calm him down. Yuuri had wanted to punch him in his perfect jaw, but had withheld the urge. It wouldn't do him any good in the long run, but hurt his own hand. Besides, Victor had been trying to help him all afternoon and had even admitted to not knowing how to help because emotions weren't his strong suit. Yuuri had been as equally difficult, because admitting his faults and problems aloud had always been a struggle. Yuuri had too much pride most of the time. It came from years of him trying to prove that he could do things on his own and that he didn't need help all the time simply because he was Deaf.

So they were stuck at a standstill for the time being, until one of them decided to say something else.

Yuuri's mobile vibrated then, and he looked up, finding Victor holding his own mobile. He cautiously peered at the message the other sent.

v-nik: A coach is supposed to be able to help.

v-nik: If I can't even manage that, then I'm not a good coach.

v-nik: You'd be better off without me.

v-nik: Get a coach that knows what to do when anxiety hits.

And Victor was taking everything the wrong way. He thought that he was the problem because he wasn't able to just make Yuuri's anxiety disappear in seconds with a charming smile. And Yuuri thought he himself was the problem because of the social backlash of Victor becoming his coach.

v-nik: I want to help.

v-nik: I don't know how.

v-nik: I'm sorry, Yuuri.

Sniffing for the millionth time, Yuuri shoved his mobile in his pocket and stepped forward to wrap his arms around Victor. They were both idiots who needed to learn how to communicate. "We're adults," he murmured into the other's chest. "We can talk about our problems and not bottle them up until it hurts too much. It seems we both need to work on that."

When Victor hugged him back, Yuuri knew that the worst had blown over. While it might be a little awkward for the rest of the day, Yuuri could tell that something had changed.

For the better most certainly. He felt lighter all of a sudden.

Yuuri was smiling.

Victor wasn't entirely sure as to why. Just a moment ago, he'd been as blank as a wooden board. No expression. No worries visible to anyone. Nothing to give any the turmoil simmering beneath the surface. He'd blown his nose, wiped his eyes, allowed Victor to apply some cover up that he carried just in case, and left the parking garage with Victor by his side, their heads held high for the cameras.

And as Victor offered one last tissue just in case, Yuuri did something annoying. He deliberately dropped his used tissue so Victor would have to bend over to grab it before it hit the ice. And Yuuri then poked Victor's head several times, reminding the Russian of his insecurities regarding his thinning hair. Finally, a soft pat followed the action and a small smirk flashed across Yuuri's face then, as he went off to skate his routine, his smirk becoming a calm smile.

Either payback for his careless comment before, or some kind of bolster for Yuuri's confidence. Victor could console himself with the fact that it was at least not done in jest. He was not being made fun of or anything. So he could deal with it.

And Yuuri went out there, eyes sort of distant, proving that he was not all there in his performance, yet he managed to do pretty well considering. Once Victor's stuffed Makkachin was raised alongside the music, Yuuri was off. He had a shaky landing on one jump, threw in another jump to make up for it. He switched out a simple Quad with a Quad Toe Loop-Triple Toe loop Combo for more points. His step sequences were lovely, giving the performance a sort of serenity that only Yuuri could bring to it.

Yuuri's neck and back arched gracefully with his movements as he glided from one side of the ice to the other. Like a swan touching down on a calm lake. Yuuri owned the ice now. Victor wouldn't be surprised if he sprouted wings mid-performance, it was that beautiful.

Another spin, another step sequence. Another changed jump while nearing the end, to give himself more points. Only Yuuri would think of throwing in such a thing near the end. And just in those last twenty seconds, Yuuri's facial expression changed from the cool and calm angel, to a fierce and determined predator. Yuuri nixed his remaining jump - a Quad Toe Loop as they had planned months back - and the final step sequence in order to round the rink once to pick up more speed for whatever he was planning.

Yuuri cut straight through the center of the rink then, his left leg bending just a little as his right extended forward off the ice a bit. He glanced back for only a second, body twisting counterclockwise and right leg coming downward, before he was suddenly airborne. Victor's jaw dropped as Yuuri managed the exact amount of rotations necessary for a Quad Flip. A jump he'd yet to land even in practice.

And he didn't fall like he had in practice. Yuuri's landing was not perfect by a long shot, but his impressive core strength saved him from a massive deduction in points from either falling or touching down. He had landed and his weight pulled him so that he sort of teetered over, and his left leg was far too high for a jump landing. However, Yuuri used that to his advantage. With impressive core strength that forced him to stay upright as he used his right ankle for stability, managing to avoid touching the ice, Yuuri turned the free leg into an impromptu spin. The momentum was used to follow his Quad Flip up with the final spin as the music slowed.

From a spin that had his free leg almost pointing straight out, Yuuri's back arched and his leg bent back, until he could reach back with one hand to pull at his skate and lift his leg higher as he righted himself and pulled off an almost perfect Biellmann. Once again, those core muscles were incredible, and that flexibility was enviable.

Yuuri slowed to a halt, raising his left hand to his chest and holding his right hand out to the side as if in invitation. His eyes were unfocused, but his expression was that of rapture. Victor could see the speed at which Yuuri's chest was moving. He must have been exhausted after such a performance. And without any sleep the night prior. Victor glanced around, realizing that he was in fact not in the right place again! He took off toward the gate he wanted to meet Yuuri at, and noticed Yuuri had broken into a hurried skate toward him.

"Victor!" the other man called over the din of the crowd, voice full of excitement and eyes wide. "Did you see that?! I did great, right?!"

He did, and Victor could not withhold the urge to do something he'd considered only in passing a few times. He kissed Katsuki Yuuri. In front of millions of people worldwide. And he didn't give a damn what anyone had to think about it. Yuuri was amazing and Victor just really wanted to do it, so he launched himself onto the ice in order to greet the man in the best way he knew how.

Yuuri obviously hadn't expected Victor to throw his entire body onto the ice with him. He also didn't expect the kiss, but then again, Victor lived to surprise people. The two crashed down, Victor just barely managing to save Yuuri's head from colliding with the ice, by cradling it in his palm. Yuuri was staring up at him, hazel eyes wide and face flushed in realization of what had just happened.

"I wanted to surprise you," Victor told him slowly, willing him to understand. "Like you surprised me."

Yuuri's breathless response was, "It worked." And his eyes softened, hands tightly clutching the back of Victor's trench coat, as if wanting to pull him closer.

Victor was immensely proud when Yuuri came in second with less that half a point below his friend Phichit. The next time he would have a complete night of rest under his belt and then he would slay mercilessly.

The revelations of this day would lead to an interesting future. Of that he was certain.

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