the gold that matters
1k of shameless fluff a.k.a what happens when my emotions are compromised a.k.a. victor writes poetry as he watches yuri be yuri a.k.a this is what Canon looks like!!!!
Practice is over, and Yuri is proud of himself.
No, he hasn’t landed a quad axel - and no, he hasn’t managed to dodge Yakov’s vitriol about his free leg. He’s just glad to be alive.
It’s a well-documented fact anxiety might as well be part of his default setting, but there have only been a handful of times the physical symptoms progressed into fearing his heart will literally give out, and this, of course, is one such case.
So yeah, he’s glad to be breathing.
And he’s glad nobody seems to notice him approach Mila, everyone too exhausted to care about anything other than putting on guards and heading off to the showers.
“Do you have it?” He asks, voice small.
“Yes.” She says, an unreadable expression across her face. He follows her gaze toward the rink just in time to see Victor land a clean quad flip. He’s staying an extra hour today - Yakov’s determination for spending a whole year on the bench. Victor didn’t protest—too much. “C’mon.”
Yuri follows Mila down the hall leading to the lockers, and besides the fact he can’t feel any of his limbs, he thinks he might make it.
Of course, he blames himself for this.