I was made to finish your duet ♫

[yokunaru]

[Even when his luggage has been brought to Yakov's house and his clothes stored away in their proper drawers, Yuuri still has to pinch himself occasionally to make sure he isn't dreaming. Yakov Feltsman is his coach now. Yakov Feltsman, who's coached other world class figure skaters and still coaches Viktor Nikiforov. To think Yuuri had struggled to find a coach to take him on at all in the last year... the whole thing feels incredibly surreal.

As he nears the sports club for his first day of training, Yuuri's excitement and anxiety both rocket sky high. He has no idea why Viktor would have sent Yakov to Japan to scout him to begin with, but he can't exactly complain when he gets to share a home rink with his idol. Remembering the locker room Yakov had shown him earlier in the week, Yuuri dodges around the other patrons of the club and finds a place where he can quietly change into his skates.

Except there's...something like a spark, and then a tickle of awareness at the back of his mind that Yuuri can't place. How...odd. Though bewildered, Yuuri knows he doesn't have time to dawdle if he wants to make a good first impression on his new rink mates. To the eighteen year old, there is nothing more important at the moment. He hurries over to the rink just in time to catch Viktor executing a perfect quad flip. His heart jumps in his chest, even as his eyes grow wide with admiration. He's so close...]