I’m afraid. I’m afraid that you are going to end up like everyone else that has ever left me. I’m afraid that one day you aren’t going to see the quirky little things I do as endearing or cute, but rather annoying and obnoxious. I’m afraid that you won’t see the things I say and do as you do now, that you will eventually grow annoyed of me. I’m afraid that you’ll see my flaws for what they are, disgusting. I’m afraid that you’ll up and leave just like they all do. please don’t leave me
A victuuri thingy based on @aina-p‘s AU post. Warning, this is awfully written but I was in a rush to finish this out of excitement. Does this story have a sequel? Maybe, maybe not.
Yuri was, to be fair, quite young when he started skating. And he did it
mostly because he thought Yuko was cute, and she liked skating, so of course he
had to find a way to impress her with that. He wasn’t exactly talented, but there was no denying that
he had potential and talented or not, he was good at it; and he had fun doing
it, which was important as well.
So years after his first time on ice, Yuri was now a skating teacher
alongside Yuko and her husband Nishigori, and while teaching wasn’t as fun as
skating on his own, he had no reason to complain. He was helping others and
making some money in the process.
It was weird to have older students; Yuri was pretty used to deal with
kids and on rare occasions, teenagers.
Not only the man that crossed the front door was older but he was also not
Japanese. And he was undeniably attractive. With his silver hair, piercing blue
eyes and cared figure he was drawing all the attention from people all around
regardless of their gender. Yuko was obviously impressed when he approached her
at the front table.