So Four Continents runs from Feb. 15-19, which means Victor and Yuuri will probably be there for Valentine’s Day so Yuuri can practice for a few days before competing, as is standard (men’s short program is on the 17th).
Imagine Victor having all this mushy stuff sent to the hotel and the practice rink on the fourteenth?? SO EXTRA, SO IN LOVE. Like some other skaters get a few things too, but everyone just sees big, extravagant bouquets coming in and they immediately go “oh Yuuri Katsuki is over there.” Yuuri is flustered, maybe a little exasperated, but also touched and endeared because oh Victor.
Phichit, who is of course also competing at 4C, is having the time of his life.
(I’m sure Yuuri will do something very sweet for Victor as well, even if not so extra, and of course, also bring home a gold medal for Valentine’s Day.)
Valentine’s Day—it comes every year, whether you like it or not. It’s the day when your love life (or the lack of it) is put on display; when there’s always a chance for romance. Or disaster. It can be confusing. And it can be lonely.
I’m writing this note in an outdoor cafe in a side street in my hometown, sipping espresso as thick as the devil’s sweat. I just came from the airport, and when I arrived home, I played a few records my grandfather had left me. Then I immediately went out for brunch.
Coming home for Valentine’s is not like coming for Christmas. I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. Sitting here, asking myself “Why am I in this city?” is all I can think in my mind. Everything around me starts to look unreal. Of course, if I trace the tracks of how I got here I can come up with an explanation. But on a different level, I do not understand.
The me sitting here and the image of me I have are not in sync. That sort of feeling. Can you understand what I’m getting at?
There’s one thing I can say for sure though: today is a bad day to go home.