His skate guards go on before he takes many more steps on the ground, red and white and nothing like matching, but absolute a comfortable normality. Something solid in his hands, when he's balancing between holding the plushies and bending over to hook those guards on. The sound in the room still going on, with a brief peak of new cheering for the hometown boy as Yurio steps out behind them.
The jacket is next -- as being out, being done, having one big thing left to do, begins to actually catch up finally. Sticking his arms in and zipping it up over his outfit, while air and focus, and Victor standing there at his side, beaming brilliantly bright, is all collecting together in something more than snap, snap, snap bounces of his uncollected thoughts. They start stringing together, like lights.
That hum with sudden and undeniable electric nervousness when Victor easily implies he's already beaten his best.
There's a quick exiting shuffle through the gate of the girls who'd gone skating out to collect the flowers and gifts. They'll be waiting for later, but Yuri can't help but manage a slightly more-than-not wan smile for one of the younger girls waving a large onigiri plush at him. All of his are usually food, but the onigiri has become the signature thing his fans have latched on to and he takes it. Trading her own for the two he'd come skating off with.
Slightly because it's comforting, familiar, as grounding as anything is when he can't quite feel his feet at all still, and more than that, because the young girl, who can't be more than ten or twelve, just looks so excited and even a little bashful, dashing off with the other girls right after giving it to him and blushingly blurting something about how what he'd done was amazing.
Yuri is still blinking, when an arm gets thrown around his shoulders and the next minute there's Victor's voice and he's half walking, and half directed toward the Kiss and Cry, where all the lights and cameras and reporters are waiting. Where he sits, swallowing thick and dry down his throat, more body pieces coming with more seconds building into more minutes, and his hands are tight on the plush in his lap, as his heart starts to pound harder and harder. Just as much pushing out everything that had been coming back into focus. It's coming. It's coming. Any minute now. Any min--
Before the entire room bursts into rowdy screams and cheering again and Yuri's eyes jerk from his blurred knees up to the board with a squint. Victor's arm back around him, pulling him suddenly in against Victor's side, shouting that he did it, while his own mouth drops open at the 109.97 on the screen above, under his name. He beat his record. He did. He beat it. By two points, three points. He can't remember. The crowd is cheering. Victor's laughter is in his ears.
And he's first again. By something like a twenty point margin.
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His skate guards go on before he takes many more steps on the ground, red and white and nothing like matching, but absolute a comfortable normality. Something solid in his hands, when he's balancing between holding the plushies and bending over to hook those guards on. The sound in the room still going on, with a brief peak of new cheering for the hometown boy as Yurio steps out behind them.
The jacket is next -- as being out, being done, having one big thing left to do, begins to actually catch up finally. Sticking his arms in and zipping it up over his outfit, while air and focus, and Victor standing there at his side, beaming brilliantly bright, is all collecting together in something more than snap, snap, snap bounces of his uncollected thoughts. They start stringing together, like lights.
That hum with sudden and undeniable electric nervousness when Victor easily implies he's already beaten his best.
There's a quick exiting shuffle through the gate of the girls who'd gone skating out to collect the flowers and gifts. They'll be waiting for later, but Yuri can't help but manage a slightly more-than-not wan smile for one of the younger girls waving a large onigiri plush at him. All of his are usually food, but the onigiri has become the signature thing his fans have latched on to and he takes it. Trading her own for the two he'd come skating off with.
Slightly because it's comforting, familiar, as grounding as anything is when he can't quite feel his feet at all still, and more than that, because the young girl, who can't be more than ten or twelve, just looks so excited and even a little bashful, dashing off with the other girls right after giving it to him and blushingly blurting something about how what he'd done was amazing.
Yuri is still blinking, when an arm gets thrown around his shoulders and the next minute there's Victor's voice and he's half walking, and half directed toward the Kiss and Cry, where all the lights and cameras and reporters are waiting. Where he sits, swallowing thick and dry down his throat, more body pieces coming with more seconds building into more minutes, and his hands are tight on the plush in his lap, as his heart starts to pound harder and harder. Just as much pushing out everything that had been coming back into focus. It's coming. It's coming. Any minute now. Any min--
Before the entire room bursts into rowdy screams and cheering again and Yuri's eyes jerk from his blurred knees up to the board with a squint. Victor's arm back around him, pulling him suddenly in against Victor's side, shouting that he did it, while his own mouth drops open at the 109.97 on the screen above, under his name. He beat his record. He did. He beat it. By two points, three points. He can't remember. The crowd is cheering. Victor's laughter is in his ears.
And he's first again. By something like a twenty point margin.