[Yuuri pauses, then gives into his curiosity to peer at the screen. He isn't sure what he's expecting, but he's quick to recognize the picture, surprisingly enough.]
Oh, I remember this photoshoot. [He murmurs, feeling odd as he stares at his own face on the screen. They'd put him in casual clothes and slicked his hair back in the style he always wore for competition. The photographer's team had taken advantage of the Ice Castle's abundance of natural light, the soft glow of golden hour lending Yuuri a sort of mysterious air as he stared off to the side. It almost looks too good to be him, Yuuri decides, though he supposes it's the photographer's job to make him look better than he actually is.]
It says..."Japan's Ace looks to the future". [He sighs, feeling a prickle of dread at the title. With the way he'd skated in the final, Yuuri's more certain than ever that they'd given that title to the wrong person.]
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Oh, I remember this photoshoot. [He murmurs, feeling odd as he stares at his own face on the screen. They'd put him in casual clothes and slicked his hair back in the style he always wore for competition. The photographer's team had taken advantage of the Ice Castle's abundance of natural light, the soft glow of golden hour lending Yuuri a sort of mysterious air as he stared off to the side. It almost looks too good to be him, Yuuri decides, though he supposes it's the photographer's job to make him look better than he actually is.]
It says..."Japan's Ace looks to the future". [He sighs, feeling a prickle of dread at the title. With the way he'd skated in the final, Yuuri's more certain than ever that they'd given that title to the wrong person.]