I am sorry if the chapter names look funny . I wanted to name each chapter by the name of the character whose POV it is written in. Unfortunately it seems like you can't give more than one chapter the same name.

I thought I'd write this chapter in Victor's POV. However, somehow I ended up writing it in Yuuri's. Next one would probably in Victor's.

A big thanks to everyone who has read, reviewed, followed or faved this. You guys are the best.

A warning, things get a bit saucy in this chapter. Nothing explicit , but I thought I'd give a warning, just in case.

I don't own YOI, though I wish I did.

Victor was gliding effortlessly on the ice. He performed twists and turns, axels and loops giving out an air of effortless expertise.

I couldn't help staring. Not just at the skating, but at the man himself.

He was wearing an extremely tight costume that clung to his body. I couldn't help but notice how hot he looked. He was wearing it while skating to Love, Eros. And the effect was straight up pornographic.

I must admit, I had definitely noticed how sexy the man was. I had often stolen glances at his body while we bathed together at the hot springs. No, it was not like that. It was mostly out of awe and jealousy. I couldn't help feeling jealous of how fit he was.

He performed a quadruple Salchow right out of the mark, and I couldn't help feel something stir within me. Shit, what was wrong with me?

He finished the performance with a magnificent triple Lutz. He then walked up to me. 'Yuuri.' he was not his normal voice. There was a seductive quality about it. I felt myself reddening. 'Yuuri, help me out of this.' he said, his hands on his costume. 'What!'

'Yuuri, stop acting so shy. It's not like you've never seen me naked before.'

'But...'

'Yuuri.' he said, in a voice that sounded like pure sex. He pushed himself against me. I couldn't help but get aroused. I unzipped his costume, revealing his luscious body. I wanted to run my hands all over him.

'Oh, Victor.'

I opened my ice.

What the hell was wrong with me? Why was I dreaming that?

I guess all that talk had gotten to my head. I seen all the fan art on Tumblr. There were some pretty explicit ones. What Minako-sensei told me yesterday was probably the last straw.

This was getting so weird.

I looked at my phone. There were two missed calls from Miyoko. Damn that girl.

I decided I had to end things with her. I was not the least attracted to her. Sure, Victuuri is not real, but that did not mean I had to force myself to date anyone.

'Hi Miyoko.'

'Yuuri! How come you called so late?'

Shit . I should not have called her. I should have waited to meet her in person.'

If Victor were here, I could have gone to him for was, after all way more experienced in dating than I was.

Though , of course if what Minako-sensei told me yesterday was true, I couldn't really trust him to give a neutral opinion.

'Well, I saw your missed calls, so...'

'Oh, that. Yuuri, I actually want to tell you something. I am really sorry, Yuuri, but I don't think we're meant for each other.'

What!

'Yuuri, I'm breaking up with you.'

"Uh, sure.'

'What?'

'I agree, Miyoko. We were never really right for each other. We should move on.'

'I know this would be hard for you. You won't be able to date anyone else right now, because of the whole Victuuri charade.'

'It's okay, Miyoko. I don't want to date anyone right now, anyway.'

I let out a deep breath when she hung up.

Life was so weird these days. I should never have agreed to the whole Victuuri thing.

I heard my phone ring. Damn, what was wrong with that girl?

I looked at the screen, and I was shocked.

It was Victor.