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This is set at the local competition I talked about in earlier oneshots. As usual, Yuuri K. is Yuuri and Yuri P. is Yuri. Enjoy!
The area next to the rink is crowded and loud from the chatter coming from the audience. "Focus, Yuri," Yakov urges his student. Yuri nods in agreement.
For once, he isn't nervous. Yuri knows On Love: Agape forward and backward, and this is just a small local competition. He could beat the other skaters competing here in his sleep. Even without his grandpa here to watch him, Yuri knows that he can do well. All he needs to do is concentrate—
"Davai, Yuri!" Yuuri interrupts his train of thought. Yuri shoots him a quick glare but doesn't verbally respond. He is above the katsudon's silly antics. His short program is going to be amazing, and with it he will crush the hopes and dreams of the other competitors. Including Victor. Especially Victor.
"Ganba, Yurio!" shouts an annoying voice from behind him. Yuri's eye twitches. Speaking of Victor: does he ever shut up? Without even looking, he knows that the geezer is waving his arms all over the place. He probably looks absolutely ridiculous. I don't need you to cheer for me!
"Don't you have your own routine to be focusing on, geezer?" he says, refusing to acknowledge the little cheerleading stunt. And the incorrect name. He needs to keep his mind on his skating, and avoid unnecessary frustration. Agape, positive emotions, runs through his mind like a mantra.
"Can't a father cheer on his son?" Victor asks innocently. Behind him, Yuuri covers his mouth, trying desperately not to laugh. Yakov's face has gone the color of a fire engine as he watches the older of his two students deliberately antagonize the other.
"For the last time, I'm not your son, geezer!" Yuri retorts, fuming. The tips of his ears and his cheeks are dusted with pink. He huffs and pointedly turns his back on Victor and Yuuri. He needs to focus; he will not let this get to him right before he performs. He forcibly clears his mind of all distractions as Yakov scolds Victor, reminding him to stay focused on his own skating.
He steps onto the ice to loud cheers from the audience. The noise is almost loud enough to drown out the shouts from the two most obnoxious people that Yuri knows. He skates to the center, takes a deep breath, and assumes his starting pose. Nothing matters right now except for his routine.
His routine finishes to deafening applause, and he makes his way off of the ice with a broad grin on his face. Agape had gone perfectly; Yuri is so happy that he's finally gotten the hang of his short program. For once, Yakov doesn't even have any corrections for him; this is only the second time that that's ever happened. He makes his way over to the kiss and cry with his head held high.
Yuuri and Victor are lurking in wait just outside the sitting area, and Yuri barely manages to dodge out of the way of Victor's bear hug. He wishes that the geezer had drawn second so he'd be going right after Yuri. Then maybe Yuri could have evaded his clutches for longer; although, Yuri doubts even that would be enough stop a determined Victor.
"Go wait somewhere else," Yuri demands, settling onto the bench and slouching so that he's comfortable. Immediately, Yakov is chastising him and telling him to sit up straight and act like a professional. Yuri rolls his eyes and acquiesces, but not without a heavy sigh.
It doesn't take long for them to announce his score, and Yuri is very pleased with how well he did. It's not higher than his previous best, but it's pretty close. It's certainly enough to put him well ahead of the other competitors.
Victor and Yuuri had continued to loiter nearby, cheering loudly, despite Yuri's many attempts to murder them with his eyes. They'd only left when Yuuri had suggested that Victor get ready since he was up next. Yuri had mouthed "Good riddance" and flipped them off when they left.
As he exits the kiss and cry, Yuri notices a woman smiling at him. "Overzealous parents?" she asks.
"Huh?" It takes Yuri a moment to realize that she's talking to him. Which in turn begs another question: who is she referring to as his parents?
"The couple that was here earlier," she elaborates, gesturing over to the entrance of the sitting area. "I'm here to watch my daughter, so I know the feeling."
It takes Yuri about half a minute to wrap his mind around the fact that she just referred to Victor and Yuuri as his parents. "What, no!" he sputters out when the information finally clicks. "They're not my parents! You've got the complete wrong idea!"
"Oh, my bad," she apologizes, not sounding very convinced. "I keep forgetting how teenagers are these days." She walks away before Yuri can respond. Not that he would have time to respond anyway, because Victor is on the ice now and if he finds out that Yuri didn't watch his performance, his sulking will be unbearable.
Victor's short program goes very well. He's still a bit rusty from his retirement, and it shows, but he's still an expert at this sport. His score puts him in second place; even when he's out of practice, Victor still manages to outshine almost everyone. He insists on sticking around and taking pictures with every one of his fans, despite Yuri's complaints about being hungry and increasingly creative threats.
Yuuri finally talks his fiancé into leaving after almost an hour of taking pictures, and Yuri leads the way out, well past the point of impatience by now. He walks several steps ahead of the other two skaters, shooting irritated looks back at them and their slowness. Would it kill them to walk a little faster?
"Where do you guys want to go for dinner?" Yuuri asks when they finally arrive at the car. "Since you two did so well today, I thought I'd treat you both to a nice meal."
Yuri immediately perks up at the offer of free food. His attempt to make a suggestion, however, is foiled by Victor, who is already speaking before Yuri can open his mouth. "We should definitely go to that new Italian place nearby! I've heard that it's excellent." Victor says eagerly.
"Actually," Yuuri begins gently. "I was thinking that we should let Yuri pick, since he had the highest score today. What do you think, Yuri?"
"I know just the place," Yuri declares, not even bothering to hide his grin. Maybe having these two goofballs around won't be so terrible after all.
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