Last chapter! Seriously, thank you all for following along this far - this story has been so fun to write and I'm glad you guys are enjoying it!

Day One

"Watch your free leg – no, no, even more than that with the spin – your arms, your arms!"

Victor was, as always, a slave driver.

Yuuri took the opportunity to glare at him, telling him exactly what he thought of his methods, but Victor ignored it and only yelled more instructions. "Do it again!"

He'd forgotten about this part of it.

Yuuri gritted his teeth and went for the quad flip again. He'd landed it fine in competition, but there was always something to improve.

"It's because you're going into it too early, you stupid pig," Yurio drawled from the stands, and Yuuri glanced up at him. So did Victor. "If you enter the jump just a bit later, you'll get more rotations."

Better to over-rotate than under, right? Yuuri smiled at Yurio. "Thanks."

Yurio narrowed his eyes. "I'm not helping you win again, alright? I'll be the goddamn winner next year!"

"Yes, yes, of course," said Yuuri, trying to placate the blonde. As Yurio huffed, Yuuri focused on the jump again, trying to wait just a tiny bit longer before springing into the jump. He landed it perfectly.

Victor whooped. "Great! That was perfect!"

Amid his torturous training schedule and sharp criticisms, Victor was always the first to give a huge abundance of praise, as well. Yuuri beamed at the compliment. Yurio just soundlessly climbed down the bleachers and crossed his arms.

"Let me skate now," he demanded, and Yuuri shrugged and complied.

All was well with the world.

Sort of.

Moments later, as he sat in the bleachers, he sighed and let his head drop to his knees. Yurio was a little shit, Victor was letting him know it, and they were arguing back and forth in rapid-fire Russian. Yuuri didn't understand a word, but the way they talked let him know just about exactly what was going on.

Yurio never did take criticism very well.

"So you've decided to continue?" the same blonde asked him during their lunch break, before tearing apart a pork bun with his teeth. Yuuri watched him munch on it in amusement, answering,

"Yeah. I have to face Victor at least once as a serious competitor, don't I?"

Yurio hmph-ed. "So you admit you weren't serious before?"

Yuuri paused as he reached out for another pork bun. Victor's eyes slid over to watch him carefully. "Well," he said, smiling sheepishly, "it's not that I wasn't serious – but just that I was never able to skate for the most important person in my life."

Yurio screwed up his face. "That's disgusting. You two are disgusting."

"W-Wait, that's not what I meant!"

Victor frowned at Yuuri. "I'm not the most important person in your life? I'm insulted!"

"N-No, that's not what I meant either – can you two stop it? Victor, stop crying! You're not actually insulted – agh!"

Victor was lying on the ground dramatically and Yurio was still making faces at him, so he finally just blurted out,

"I never skated for myself before!"

They both stopped their antics to stare at him. There was a moment of silence before Yuuri blushed.

"I-I mean... I always loved the sport and all, but – "

"That's great!" Victor shedding tears of joy now (although they were clearly exaggerated because Victor never actually cried out of joy), and leaned over to hook an arm around Yuuri's shoulders. He embraced him tightly as Yuuri struggled to breathe. "Wow, I'm so proud! You did it!"

Yurio grunted. "Disgusting, like I said."

"Don't be like that, Yurio! Come on, join the hug party!"

"I'm going back inside!"

"Yuriooooo!"

"Stop calling me that!"

Makkachin darted forward and snatched the uneaten pork bun out of Yurio's hand. The blonde actually shrieked. "You damn poodle! I'm going to grind your bones into dust!"

As Yurio chased Makkachin through the building, Victor smiled and reached over to grab Yuuri's right hand. On his fourth finger, there was a shiny gold ring. Victor winked at Yuuri, making him blush. "We still have to get married now that you've won the gold, remember?"

Yuuri blanched. "V-Victor!"

"What, you don't want to marry me anymore? I feel sad."

"T-That's not what I meant – "

"Oh, what'll I do now?"

"Stop messing with me, you little – hey, Victor, come back here!"

As they ran through the building, yelling and screaming and laughing, Makkachin gobbling up another bun and fleeing for his life, Yuuri unable to keep the smile off his face even as he pretended to be mad, an extreme feeling of happiness bubbled up inside of Yuuri.

Because all was well with the world again – really, and truly.