Victor looked down at the paper in front of him, his brow furrowed in determination. He had a plan, and it would work perfectly! At the nationals he would ask Yuri to help coach him, and it would finally keep him from forgetting his moves. That must be what he was missing! It was flawless.

Step 1: be close when Yuri gets drunk

Yuri is infamous for being much more open and wild once he's had a few drinks, and while I'm not going to push any on him he usually loses track after the first two!

Step 2: convince him that after this season he should coach me.

The season isn't done yet, but after it is, maybe he'll retire! He's 27 After all…

Step 3: win all the championships

With Yuri as my coach I'm sure to win!

Victor grinned down at the paper excitedly. This was perfect! Now he just had to wait for the nationals after party.

He hadn't planned for one thing, though.

At the nationals back stage he grunted as he was pushed into the lockers, glaring down at Yuri, his teammate. He was much taller than Yuri, but even still Yuri was such a bully to him.

"I don't see what you could possibly be smiling about." Yuri hissed up at him, jabbing a finger into his chest. "That goddamn grin from ear to ear even though you got last place again, it's pathetic."

Victor frowned, his pale eyes turning cold. He had messed up again, his skate chipping into the ice causing him to fumble after a triple. But Yuri didn't know about his plan, he didn't know anything about the party since he hadn't actually skated in the tournament. He was still in the junior leagues.

"I'll do better next year." Victor insisted, making Yuri let out a harsh laugh.

"Seriously? I'm joining the senior ranks next year. You really think they'll want two Russians competing when you can't do anything but get last place? I get golds, Victor. You only get failures." He shoved him again against the metal lockers, making him flinch in pain. "I shouldn't have to be on the same team as such incompetent trash." He growled, giving one last shove for good measure before walking away, glaring back at him from over his shoulder.

"Asshole." Victor muttered, rubbing his shoulder where it had been knocked into the locker. The nagging feeling of doubt filled him at his words, though. He could never seem to get it right for some reason. He always forgot a step, or rushed something so he messed up. Why couldn't he get it right?

But now wasn't the time to think about that! He had a plan. A plan that would work flawlessly!

"What do you mean Yuri isn't here?" Victor asked in disbelief, dread making a pit in his stomach. His friend and former skating club buddy Phichit Chulanont tilted his head curiously why he seemed so put out by the absence.

"He said he had to do interviews. It was his fifth gold after all, it's world headlines. So he had to miss most of the party. He said he'd be by at the end to say hello to everyone at least."

"But not enough time to get drunk." Victor muttered in frustration.

Phichit blinked a few times, sure that he'd heard him wrong somehow. "Anyway, what did you have planned after this? Are you going to head home?" He didn't quality for any other tournaments so he couldn't move on for the season.

"I don't really have a choice." Victor sighed. It was back to Russia, then. He'd have to practice and try again. This was his shot at getting Yuri to coach him.

Later that night Victor had gotten a few drinks in when Yuri finally appeared, looking rather exhausted from having just done interviews.

"I'm so sorry I'm late everyone, I hope you enjoyed yourself without me-" he looked down as someone poked him in the chest, looking up to see the hand belonged to Victor. A very drunk Victor.

"You ruined my plan." He said in a slurred voice.

"Y-your plan?" Yuri blinked in confusion.

"Yeah. It was fff-ffffool proof. But apparently not, eh?" He grumbled.

"What was your plan exactly?" Yuri smiled nervously, but even though he was trying to move away, Victor draped an arm around his shoulders.

"To get you to be my coach of course! What else?" Victor grinned happily.

Yuri stared in shock, blushing from how close Victor was. "Your coach? Why would you want me as your coach?"

"Uh, duh, because you're Yuri Katsuki. You're amazing, and wonderful, and you do everything right. How do you manage to look so beautiful when you do stuff? Like, every time." Victor said it as if it was known by everyone.

"B-beautiful?" Yuri's blush deepened.

"Yeah, like you're trying to hypnotize me or something. It fuckin works." Victor grinned wolfishly. "I can't take my eyes off you when you perform."

Yuri felt a bit overwhelmed now, his face almost entirely red. Everyone was talking and didn't seem to notice the little conversation between them, but still.

"Victor? Where did you run off to?" Phichit said from across the room, looking around for his drunk friend in concern.

Victor looked in that direction before grabbing a handful of Yuri's shirt, looking to him with wide eyes. "Please please please be my coach? I promise I'll be the best student ever, I need you, Yuri."

Yuri was frozen in shock at the words, looking at Victor dumbfounded when Phichit had finally found him.

"There you are! Sorry Yuri, I lost track of him, come on, Victor, let him talk to the others." Phichit grabbed Victor's wrist to lead him away.

"Remember what I said!" Victor said back to Yuri, his eyes wide and pleading as he was dragged away, but Yuri was quickly surrounded by people congratulating him.