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-You might want to punch someone. Also, if someone's music cuts out mid-performance,
they can either stop and explain their case to the judges where they'll be able to continue
from where they stopped(you can't re-skate what has already been performed). OR, they
can continue skating without the music. No re-dos allowed.

-Imagine how hellish answering questions at the conference is when people are too far
away and the lights from flashing cameras are too bright. So Yuuri is staring intently,
hoping to catch the questions thrown his way.

-So the truth about Yuuri's Deafness is announced, and there is a tiny mention of Victor's
sad childhood. #Feels for those.

The white lights from overhead flashed. In Victor's eyes, Yuuri was looking ravishing as always. Even with his sports jacket blocking most of his top, and the reflection of light off his glasses blocking his eyes, he looked irresistible in Victor's eyes. Although no matter what, Yuuri always looked desirable. He had to remind himself to take a deep breath and relax. This was not the time for those kind of thoughts.

Phichit Chulanont was beaming in their direction as he stood beside Chris. Chris had a knowing look on his face and Victor did not miss the rude gesture Yuuri sent Chris' way. He also might have laughed at the man's reaction. Yuuri gave off a sort of innocent vibe when around other people who didn't know him so well. So of course flipping Chris the bird was shocking. It was also hilarious!

Sassy Yuuri was front and center today. Sassy Yuuri was one of the best because his actions were memorable! And if he was out and about this early, it meant only good things for the rest of the day. Sassy Yuuri was a force to be reckoned with and Victor loved him!

Victor himself was excited for the future happenings. Not only because he had total faith that his fiance was going to win the competition, but because he was going to see Yuuri perform a perfect Free Program and Victor had been waiting for this for weeks. After missing out in Moscow, Victor had been impatient for this very moment. He had worked Yuuri into the ice for this and he was going to witness it finally! All that hard work would blossom.

There was a fluttering in his stomach. Excitement. Maybe a little bit of nervousness. But he didn't feel sick, so it couldn't be anything bad at least. He felt ready and aware, and was glad to be with Yuuri through this journey. Who knew that watching other people succeed could feel so good?

"So, you both ready for this?" asked Phichit once he and Coach Cialdini were close enough. His eyes were all for Yuuri though, to show that he was speaking directly to Yuuri.

Yuuri smiled in response and clapped his friend on the back. "More than ready. I'm going to slaughter all of you. In a loving way of course."

Phichit's own reply was cut off by a scoff from Yurio, who slouched his way over, face set in a stern glare. "I'll be winning this. Don't think we'll go easy on you simply because the universe dealt you a shitty hand, Katsudon."

Victor could see Phichit's shock. Could practically feel it in his bones.

Yuuri simply laughed and reached out to boop Yurio on the nose, making the teen blink in affront. "I wouldn't want you to. We all have something we want to prove and no matter who wins, we'll all have managed to prove them somehow just by being here."

Both Phichit and Yurio shared a look and then a nod. And Victor was left feeling… proud? Yurio was bonding with other people and his teen angst wasn't as prevalent as usual. As if he'd sort of mellowed out a bit. He was doing a lot better than he usually was before a competition.

Otabek Altin stood not afar off, eyes straying from the lights overhead, to Yurio's back. Yes, Yurio had managed to make a friend on his own. Not having someone impose Otabek on him. Victor was happy that Yurio would have someone he liked to compete against. Especially since he'd lost his chance to fight Victor for the gold. So it was good for him to have others to consider real competition.

Victor had been alone for a while until Chris had joined him in the Senior division. And Chris had been the only other skater for many years, who was generally kind to his fellows. So Victor didn't have many friends, though a lot of acquaintances. Too many to remember actually. And not enough to not feel lonely.

Already, Yurio's leap into the Senior division was looking much better than Victor's had. Victor could only hope that it continued to be as good and that Yurio didn't lose his friends or inspiration along the way. Victor wouldn't wish that on anyone. Being any kind of artist was always a struggle and lack of inspiration caused the deaths of many artists in a figurative sense.

"You guys didn't show up for practice yesterday," said Chris as he sauntered on over. "Some of us were a little worried. Of course I knew better."

"Yuuri wanted to shop some more and we both needed a bit of a rest," said Victor, pulling away from the group so their conversation could be a bit more private.

"I'm sure you needed 'a bit of a rest'. I wouldn't expect anything less from you both."

"Excuse you, but eventually you'll need to be taking many rests as well," Victor said, glaring a bit more than was necessary.

Chris' hands came up, most liking trying to placate him. "Calm down, casanova. I wasn't attacking your supposedly delicate age, I was taunting your inexperience in sexual play."

"I am not inexperienced!" To even suggest such was so rude!

"With quick fucking maybe not," Chris relented, his smirk dangerous. "Your knowledge of toys and games however, tsk tsk. Definitely not a Living Legend in that area."

Victor deflated immediately. Chris wasn't exactly wrong. He'd never had time to really expand his knowledge on how you use particular objects. Believe it or not, he and Yuuri were both learning how to use many of their toys at the same time. He just had more confidence when using them at present. But that would change eventually, especially if Yuuri ever wanted a repeat of the other evening.

"Fuck off, Chris."

The twenty-five year old pouted. "You still love me! Don't deny it!"

"I love seeing your back as you walk away."

Chris winked and wolf-whistled. "Don't let Yuuri know about that!"

With a bounce of the hip, Chris was moving back toward his coach and boyfriend.

When Victor returned to Yuuri's side, he had to restrain the urge to slump himself over his fiance's back. When he usually resorted to such an action, it was followed by unending nuzzling into Yuuri's hair. But said hair was already styled, leaving Victor to have to rest his head on the other man's shoulder instead. He would love to redo that hair, but it would only frustrate his beloved Yuuri, so he refrained.

Yuuri's hand reached up to card his fingers through Victor's hair though, so everything was fine either way.

Today was the day. Months and months of practicing and improving himself with the help of the man who inspired him to even take his dream this far. Months of rediscovering himself and who he truly was beneath all the anxiety and depression. Months of coming to terms with his true feelings. It seemed like such a long time ago, his failure at the former GPF. Not a year, but an entire lifetime. It felt like he'd been on a massive journey ever since. A year of lessons taught and learned and mastered eventually.

Gaining a new coach, who became a friend, and then a lover, and now his fiance. And if everything went well, his husband in the near future. Victor Nikiforov. A man that ended up being completely different from what Yuuri had grown up thinking him to be.

Perfection walking. Always kind and generous and considerate. Respectful. A Genius. A man with a million friends who wanted for nothing whatsoever.

Victor was in fact not a perfect person. He was incredibly flawed and had this habit of assuming characters that he thought someone wanted. Depending on where he was at, he would just revert to one of those characters he'd been using for years. And then would come The Smile™. The fake ass smile that Yuuri hated so much. Victor was kind and generous to the people he thought deserved it. However, he had a problem with not watching his mouth. If he didn't care about you or your opinion, he would make sure that you knew. He was forthright and incredibly rude to people he disliked. He had a cruel streak that he thought Yuuri didn't know about.

Sometimes he wasn't good at picking up the energy of certain situations and would read them wrong. Because he lacked the emotional understanding that Yuuri himself possessed, he would resort his little play acting and The Smile™ in hopes of getting through whatever was going on. Victor was emotionally stunted because he actually didn't have many friends. His whole life - the part that he remembered at least - was always about skating. Skating and loneliness.

Yuuri had gotten a few stories. Victor was alone in the world and had been for many years. He'd had no one but his coach, and his rinkmates from a young age. Yuuri didn't know much beyond a fire to the family home, and his guardianship suddenly being under Yakov. Yuuri didn't want to pry either. Besides, he could draw conclusions easily on his own. Therefore, Victor had spent his life dedicating who he was to skating. He didn't celebrate his birthday. He didn't make friends. He did his school work at specific intervals, and practiced every day because there was one thing he was good at and it was the one thing that made him feel alive.

And then when his loneliness became too much for a young teen to bear, he got a poodle. Someone to come home to. Someone to look forward to seeing. Victor's childhood and teen years were spent relying on his surly coach and the fluffy poodles big enough to cuddle with, without squishing them to death. His emotional support came from them and only them, for too many years, so it was understandable now that Victor was not perfection walking. He was a genius on the ice, though not much anywhere else. He wasn't really respectful and tended to ignore social niceties if they didn't suit him.

And yet Yuuri was incredibly happy that all of his assumptions were incorrect. It meant that Victor was more relatable. A human being instead of some untouchable god of skating that was too far too above him to ever be reached. And knowing that Victor succumbed to pouting, diva tantrums, cravings for chocolate, and laziness, made him feel a lot better as a person too. He wasn't abnormal, because even the super hot and famous sports star did all those things too.

Yuuri didn't realize that he'd been grinning at his lover like a loon, until Victor wrapped an arm around his shoulders and asked what he was thinking about.

"You," said Yuuri. "I can't possibly think of anything else when this look is on my face." And it was true, because Victor made him incredibly happy.

Yurio gave an exaggerated barfing motion and Yuuri rolled his eyes in response. Teens.

Back onto the subject of what today meant though. He always drifted off into tangents when Victor was concerned.

Even if he didn't win gold today, he still had Nationals, the Four Continents, and Worlds to go on to. And just being able to qualify for those events would be a big deal for the Deaf Community as a whole. Making the podium at all would be a big step. But he really wanted to win gold for so many reasons!

Deaf skaters are indeed capable of making it to major competitions. Deaf skaters are indeed capable of performing advanced routines in time with the music. Deaf skaters are indeed capable of winning one of the biggest figure skating competitions in the world. Deaf skaters are capable if they put their minds to it. Being Deaf did not mean that everything was suddenly out of reach.

Yuuri was not the first Deaf skater to ever exist. That point had been made known many times over his life. He was however, the first to make it this far. It was a big deal. A step in the right direction for the Deaf Community.

Yuuri wanted to gift his fiance with the gold medal. The gold would tie in with his proposal and visible claim to Victor, for the whole world to see. Yuuri wanted to finally touch a gold medal during his time in the Senior Division. He was sick of waiting. Of being stuck in the same place. Warm up mode. He had improved greatly this past year and damn it all did he deserve to win something for once!

It had been several years since Japan had won gold at the Grand Prix Final. As Japan's Top Skater, he had to do this for his country. While Europe and North America usually battled it out for the top spot at the GPF, Asia could do with a Grand Prix gold medal again.

He wanted to make his family proud. To thank them for supporting him all along, even if they might not have fully understood his reasons for dedicating his life to something that might have seemed pointless in the beginning. Who had ever heard of a Deaf figure skater after all? How could someone like him make it to international competition and succeed, many would wonder.

But there he was, about to go on to one of the biggest performances of his life. For the second time in a row.

Despite some hardships, unfortunate circumstances, and annoyances that he had faced in his life, Yuuri was incredibly lucky. And he was grateful.

The screens overhead showed the standings. Yuuri was in first place, with Yurio and his friend Otabek coming in second and third respectively. Morooka's face was on the screen and he looked excited. As usual, the man was such a skating enthusiast that he would get a little ahead of himself.

JJ Leroy was up first. In order from last place to first, as the ladder went this time.

Then it would be Phichit, Chris, Otabek, Yurio, and Yuuri.

And things were about to get heated.

JJ's Performance had made a massive turnaround from his Short Program. Victor didn't know exactly what it was, but he knew that his Yuuri had been the reason. He'd caught the tail end of their conversation the other evening, and he knew that Yuuri had said something to change Leroy's attitude on his situation. Because as usual, his Yuuri was the epitome of kindness and generosity.

The Canadian managed to finish with 213.91 as his Free score. Added onto his Short score, and his total was 305.03. It was an exceptional improvement from his total score in the former season. Something to be proud of. Surpassing one's limits should always be the goal. And it also proved that he could move past his mistakes and still come out with an amazing score for his efforts.

After him was Yuuri's friend Phichit. The very first Thai skater to make it to an international figure skating final event. A lot was riding on his shoulders, but no matter what happened, he should be proud of himself for how far he had managed to come in only his first run through the Grand Prix. It was a big deal for him personally and he grinned through it all, his bubbly personality never dimming.

Victor found himself focusing on other things. Specifically the words of the announcers, and the reactions of the fans. Seeing a happy crowd had always made Victor happy. Their energy had always been something for him to siphon off of. As if their cheering was enough for him to do well.

Beside him, Yuuri sat relatively calmly. Though his leg was bouncing repeatedly as he chewed a piece of gum that Victor had given him. A replacement for the pacing. Yuuri was confident in his upcoming victory, but that didn't mean he wasn't nervous. Victor linked hands with the man and got a smile in return. He could be a solid rock for the other to lean on in times of distress.

Phichit's skate finished with a 203.77, bringing his total to 306.63. A little over a point and a half above JJ's score. And for his first time at the GPF with only two Quads under his belt(as he had added another for the Final), it was something to be proud of. Victor made sure to applaud loudly. Just because he was Yuuri's coach didn't mean he couldn't be proud of another's success.

Chris took to the ice next, a smirk on his face as his sexual persona practically tripled in the time it took for him to reach the center of the rink. Victor rolled his eyes at his friend's antics. Chris held nothing back in terms of sexual appeal. He played dirty and he played to win.

"Chris is so very… expressive," Yuuri murmured a moment later.

Victor snorted, but nodded in agreement. Chris was definitely a character. Of course Victor couldn't ever imagine a Chris that didn't get aroused by skating. It wouldn't be natural, he decided. And this time, Chris gave a stellar performance and managed to hold his arousal off just long enough for him to make it to the Kiss & Cry. Whatever happened off the ice wasn't of anyone's concern.

A 210.12 for his Free Skate was a personal best for Chris! Added on to his 104.19 from his Short Program and he had 314.31. Always improving. That was what Victor liked to see. Even if Chris didn't medal, he still improved from the former season.

"Damn. No one is holding back this year," said Yuuri, appreciation easily noticeable in his tone. His smile was full of excitement. "This might be the first year where every score is over three hundred. This year is certainly one that is making history. I'm glad to a part of it."

Yuuri was right. Victor also considered himself privileged enough to be able to witness this phenomenon. Unlike many other skaters, like the young man who had held the former World Records that Victor had beaten, he was not bitter to see other's and their improvements. Victor wanted to see new talent. He wanted to see them pushing the limits of what already existed. Victor loved skating. There was always something new to be invented or introduced. One way or another. He couldn't allow such pettiness to stand in the way of his love for the sport. It would be inappropriate and disingenuous of him.

"Otabek Altin is good," said Yuuri, pulling him from his thoughts.

Out in the center of the rink skated Kazakhstan's current National champion. Otabek Altin, who was an up and coming threat in the figure skating scene. He had done incredibly well at Worlds last season. It had been the first time in a while that his country had gotten higher than ninth place in an international competition.

"He is," Victor observed, taking in the clean sweeps of his arms and the amazing height in his jumps that required intense physical strength and discipline. To make Bronze at Worlds during the former season had to mean that he was skilled.

"You can tell that he got this way through hard work," Yuuri murmured. "He's a damn good skater. I like him."

Otabek ended up continuing the 300+ point goal. His total was 312.54, which was a considerable leap from his Worlds score.

The performance both Yuuri and Victor had been looking forward to was next. It also had both of them moving out toward the rink in order to get Yuuri ready for his time to perform. He was going last after all as a part of the second group.

Yurio was staring at both of them. His blond hair had been pulled back into a small ponytail, the hair on the sides so his head was done up in plaits. Also, Victor could see the winged eyeliner from where he was standing. Yurio was truly holding nothing back. And the costume was like fire.

Yuuri waved happily and shouted suddenly, "Davai!" at the top of his lungs. And instead of telling him to fuck off or just glaring like he used to, Yurio nodded and sent them a thumbs up in response.

This was Victor's chance to see Yurio's Free Program in person. A chance to experience the emotion that Yuuri had breathlessly described and teared over just by remembering.

Allegro Appassionato in B Minor was a challenging piece of music. Lilia was known for being demanding and she did not hold any mercy over the boy's head simply because he was a teenager. She had broken him well and truly and had sculpted this young man from the rubble. A young man who finally realized why he was competing. For more than just a title and money. Because he loved skating. Because skating was his life.

Yurio was like water. The step sequence was the hardest Victor had ever seen him skate to, and yet he flowed through the movements with practiced ease, demonstrating just how much work he'd put himself through in order to achieve such elegance. The first jump, a Quad Salchow, was executed perfectly. His following fan spiral was impressive as well as the transition into a Triple Flip with perfect height. That had earned him an impressed comment from Yuuri.

"His continual ballet practice has helped improve his flexibility," Yuuri murmured. "Minako-sensei would be proud."

Any ballet instructor would be proud whether the student was theirs or not. To see such improvement compared to Yurio's former performances in the Junior Division, was a blessing in a way. It also showed that he took his training seriously.

A few seconds of choreography later lead to another jump. Victor could already tell that this one was special simply because Yurio did not go into it from a position that would get him better points. He was focusing all of his attention on nailing the jump itself. A glance in Yakov's direction showed the old man clutching his head and looking panicked. So this was not planned beforehand.

His gaze cut back to the ice just when Yuuri lifted off for an Axel. And it wasn't a Triple.

"Yuri Plisetsky has just landed a Quadruple Axel! The first person in the world to ever land such a jump in competition is a fifteen year old, competing in his Senior debut!" Morooka practically wailed over the speakers.

Yuuri's reaction was to tear up. He reached for a tissue and proceeded to dab at his eyes. "He's beautiful."

Yurio really was. Victor's smile was so wide his cheeks hurt.

The conclusion of the routine was as perfect as the beginning, with a perfect performance given. Yurio's chest was heaving and he looked ready to bawl. And the most amazing thing in Victor's opinion, was that Yurio did not head for the gate his coaches were stood at. He was heading for Victor and Yuuri. And Yuuri was already there, arms wide open for the teen.

Yuri Plisetsky, for the first time in his life, willingly hugged someone who wasn't his grandfather. And the teen cried, showing a softer side that Victor knew was nearly impossible to see.

"You were amazing," Yuuri said into the teen's hair. "No matter what happens, that was amazing! You did a Quad Axel, Yurio!"

Not willing to be left out, Victor threw his arms around both skaters and added his own praise. "You've surpassed me, Yuri. That was definitely World Record breaking. And now you have another record on top of it."

Yuuri fretted over the blond, dabbing his face dry with a tissue while avoiding smudging his eyeliner. It was a moment later that the teen ended up having to go and meet his coaches, who said absolutely nothing about his glossy and puffy eyes. They each simply put a hand on his shoulders, nodded toward Yuuri and Victor, and departed for the Kiss & Cry.

And Victor's prediction had been correct. Yurio's score was 218.91, making his total 337.05.

A new World Record for the Free Skate, and a new World Record for the total score all at once.

"It seems you've got a lot of work ahead of you, Yuuri," Victor told his lover, who was staring him in the eye very intently.

"I know. But the only way to go is up."

When Yuuri took to the ice, he knew that this was it. This was the moment that he had been thinking of for months now. He was going to perform the best Free Program he'd ever performed, he was going to set an example, and he was going to shatter some World Records while doing so. Because he wouldn't have any less. One didn't put this much work into something only to give a lackluster performance.

With a deep breath, Yuuri centered himself and looked out toward where he knew Victor to be standing, waiting for the signal to be given. From where he was stood, he could see Victor facing an unknown person who was dressed in black, and Yurio who was standing beside him. Yurio's blue and white jacket stood out in the blur of colors.

Victor seemed to be shaking his head from whatever Yuuri could make out, and Yurio was getting in the unknown person's face. Victor was holding him back by the hood of his jacket so he didn't get any closer to the person who seemed to be cowering away.

Finally, Victor turned to Yuuri and gave his Makkachin plushy an quick shake, signaling that Yuuri could begin. Yuuri allowed himself to be lost in the music then. Because it was a story that needed to be told from the depths of honesty. The journey of Yuuri becoming a better man all through his experiences in the last year, with Victor spearheading the entire process.

"Someone fucking sabotaged his music and you want to fucking tell me that this was an accident?!" Yurio roared in the man's face. "Are you fucking kidding me with this shit?"

Victor had to pull the teen back by the hood of his jacket in order the restrain him. Yes, he too was very angry that Yuuri's CD had somehow managed to get completely scraped up during the hour they waited in the stands. Yes, he too wanted to know what the hell had happened. And yes, he would find out about it eventually, but they really couldn't deal with it right now.

"Yuuri can perform perfectly without his music."

"But-"

"He will be fine," Victor interrupted the teen. "I'm touched that you care so much Yurio, but we can't let him worry. Not now. This is a moment too big to ruin."

Victor turned back to the rink and gave his Makkachin tissue holder a very obvious shake, and Yuuri was off, hands raising in front of himself until they seemed to reach out toward the ceiling in supplication, pleading for something. Anything. Anything to make the pain go away.

And as the routine progressed, Morooka announcing that something has mysteriously happened to Yuuri's music and that it would be looked into later, Yuuri's story unfolded for the audience to see. No music and no words used to express it, only his skating. His skating being the best and most beautiful form of storytelling he had. Because it was who he truly was.

Beside him stood Yurio, the blond's raging temper lightening with every second that passed until he was staring out at Yuuri like he was seeing something unreal. Something extraordinary. And Yuuri truly was. He was like magic on his skates, casting a spell and enchanting the entire audience as he did so.

His jumps were flawless. His steps, spins and spirals almost otherworldly. Victor could feel the tears welling up, but he couldn't cry yet. Not when he had to see. He had to see the entire performance for what it was, because this was one of the most important moments in his Yuuri's life and he would be damned if he missed even a second of it. Especially when he got to witness it in person!

The music, Yuri On Ice, was still there. Perhaps not audibly, but Victor felt that this situation couldn't describe Yuuri's life any better. Music flowing through his body and nothing else. Yuuri was skating to a melody that went unheard by all, not just himself. A melody unheard, but felt all the same.

And in that final moment, Yuuri's Quad Flip was executed to perfection, his arms raised for maximum points. Both Yurio and Victor could not hold back their tears, though neither did anything to stop them. Because sometimes it was good to cry, as Victor had learned only a month ago.

And tearing up when faced with such beauty, was nothing to be ashamed of.

Yuuri didn't know why both Yurio and Victor were bawling so heavily when he stepped off the ice, but he accepted both of their hugs willingly. And of course Phichit could not let himself be left out as he too rushed on over, mouth moving far too fast for Yuuri to keep up with.

And from what he could see once his glasses had been returned, and Otabek, JJ, and Chris were looking impressed.

At the Kiss & Cry, surrounded by dozens of bouquets of flowers, and stuffed animals, Yuuri and Victor awaited the final results. Up on the large screen, where Yuuri could see himself and Victor perfectly, were little boxes to show how well the skaters had done. And the 222.52 of his Free Program - which helped him break Yurio's new World Records - made his total score 341.76.

So all the Grand Prix finalists had managed to get scores over three hundred. The boy who won Silver did so in his Senior debut, and was currently the only person in history to land a Quad Axel in competition. Yuuri was the first Deaf skater to make it to an international competition and the first to win gold at one. Phichit was the first Thai skater to make it to an international competition as well as the first Thai skater to get a total score that was over three hundred. Otabek was the first skater from Kazakhstan to score over three hundred in total.

It was truly a season to make history. And this was only the beginning!

Yuuri accepted Victor's tearful glomping with arms open wide and a smile so large it hurt his face.

When the medals were presented, Yuuri couldn't help but weigh the metal in his hands and smile at what it meant. He'd worked for so long to win a gold medal. An official one from an international event. He hadn't really considered his victory in Moscow a win per se, because it hadn't been the final. Yuuri had a way that things were to be done. That was all. Expectations and reality.

He'd won despite someone trying to ruin his chances. He'd won even though odds had seemed bleak. He won.

He smiled for the cameras, patted Yurio on the head, and returned to Victor's side because there was something he still had to do.

He could see that Victor was not the only person who hadn't expected him to do it here. Not that Yuuri cared. He simply wanted everyone to know that Victor Nikiforov had agreed to marry him. That was what he was aiming for when he got down on one knee and proudly offered the medal he'd worked his ass off to win.

"Victor Nikiforov, will you accept this medal as my offering for your hand in marriage?"

And Victor's mouth moved, lips trembling only slightly as he nodded. "I'd accept anything you give me, Yuuri."

And Yuuri was kissed breathless then and there, where cameras were flashing and people were watching. And he couldn't have been happier.

He also wondered what the newest hashtag about them would be.

Victor stood nearby as his Yuuri, plus Yurio and Chris, were seated in the press room. This was the moment that he and Yuuri had practiced many times over and over with varying statements for Yuuri to begin with. In the end, Yuuri merely shrugged his shoulders and said he was going to wing it. That it would seem more genuine that way.

Victor was of course nearby should he be needed, but he had a feeling that Yuuri was fine on his own. Yuuri had been fine for the past twenty plus years and Victor wasn't necessarily needed in dealing with other people.

As expected, the first question went to Yuuri, who was staring very intently to make sure that he caught the whole question. "How does it feel to beat your coach's World Records?"

Yuuri smiled calmly. "Like a dream. When I would younger, I looked up to Victor so much. He's the reason I began skating competitively after all."

"How long have you been skating?" was the next question.

"Eighteen years. My ballet instructor, Okukawa Minako had suggested it and never gave up on me even when I struggled."

"Did you ever think this would happen?" came another question.

At that question, Yuuri's smile faded. He looked toward Victor, as if asking for approval, and Victor gave him a wide smile of encouragement. He wanted Yuuri to wow everyone. To show them just why he was the competitor to beat this year. This was the moment they had been preparing him for, and damn it all Yuuri deserved to shock the socks off of everyone.

The new World Record holder gave a small smile. "When I was little, I never would have thought I could make it this far, and it's not for the reasons most would think." Yuuri looked down at his hands, as if trying to draw strength from them to continue. "I was born prematurely, with several deformations in my inner ears, making it nearly impossible for me to register sound. I was completely Deaf by the time I was two months old. My Deafness has always been a struggle for me in terms of my career. So no, I did not for a second believe that I would make it this far, considering the disadvantage I've lived with my whole life."

There was a moment of silence. Blessed silence where even the repeated clicking of cameras had halted. Everyone was staring at Yuuri as if he'd just dropped a bomb on the conference.

Victor was grinning widely.

He was so proud!

The ensuing chaos was beautiful.

But Victor always loved surprising people, so of course he approved.

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