Hi! I'm Rhape Seuhans! Since a lot of people likes my other fanfic, The White Dragon, I decide to start to translated this fic too!

It's Viktuuri, but Yuuri (13) is too young to be in a relationship with Viktor (17), so it will taken them years to get together.
So, this fic is NOT SHOTA.

But don't worry, it will have a lot of fluff and they will interact to each other a lot~!

PD: Please keep in mind that English is not my native language, I did my best to translate this. Enjoy!

And remember to leave comments so I will know what you like or disliked about my work~!

Yuuri was 13 years old the first time he saw Viktor Nikiforov.

Viktor was on the skating rink, his long silvery hair undulating like the waves of Hasetsu's sea with every movement of his arms and legs as he glided along the ice. And the yellow light of the noon sun entering the upper windows of Ice Castle only made him look like he was a kind of angelic ilusion that made the Sun shines especially for him.

Yuuri's mouth was open, breathless, and his heart was racing so painfully that he thought he was going to faint. And didn't matter how much he struggled to blink, his eyes did not want to stop looking at that ilusion even for a second.

Viktor was beautiful. He was the most beautiful man Yuuri had ever seen in his short life. And the only reason he knew his name, and that he wasn't a woman with flat chest, it was because Yuuko had told him that seconds earlier.

"He's handsome, right?" His friend whispered while chuckling, not really expecting an answer. "Apparently Viktor will be our instructor."

"Ah... seriously?" He also asked in a low voice, finally blinking because his eyes began to hurt. "B-but ... He doesn't look like an adult ..."

The chestnut girl only shrugged as she did not know what to answer.

"All I know is, I will die of happiness if Viktor turns out to be our instructor." She laughed, and Yuuri could do nothing but nod slowly, agreed with her.

Yuuri had never skated in his life, but Yuuko had. The girl had learned to skate by herself, she could even do some jumps, because she loved that sport. So when she found out about the lessons at half price and, moreover, it was possible that they were to be imparted by the handsome Russian foreign who she had seen the last few days been around at the rink, she didn't hesitate to take advantage of that and drag his best friend with her.

The dark-haired boy had been reluctant at first, fearing to hurt himself because of his own clumsiness or make a fool of himself in front of other boys. Nonetheless, Yuuko knew how to exploit his weakness for candies and promised him to buy him a few in exchange for accompanied her at least the first class.

The chestnut girl and the dark-haired boy continued to watch the routine of the silver-haired boy until other boys of their same age (or a little older) began to appear. Yuuri didn't count them, but there were at least four girls and two boys, not counting him or Yuuko.

The silver-haired boy stopped when he noticed several pairs of eyes on him and turned to the group with an apologetic smile, because the class must have started five minutes ago, but everyone was so in a trance to see him skate that no one had dared to say nothing.

"Hello! My name is Viktor Nikiforov!" The older boy said with a big smile. And his voice sounded surprisingly manly, with a slight of a foreign accent, and made a not-so-shocking contrast to his feminine appearance. Yuuri could swear he was not the only one who sighed with adoration. "From now on I will be your ice skating instructor. I am 17 years old and I come from Russia. I apologize in advance because I still continue to study Japanese and there may be many things that I won't understand, so I ask you to be patient with me, okay?" The boys and girls answered saying that there would be no problem, and then he continued. "Any questions?"

"Do you have a girlfriend?" One of the girls suddenly asked and the others laughed to encourage her bravery, even Yuuko laughed.

"Questions about the class," Viktor clarified, also laughing. Maybe he was used to being asked that question. "But no, I don't have a girlfriend." He answered anyway. Then he clapped to get everyone's attention. "Okay, so, before beginning the lessons, I would like to know yours names and ages. I have them on the list but... I don't know where I leave it." He added, giving himself a slap on the forehead for his mistake.

"Oh god, he is adorable." Yuuko murmured with one hand over her chest and Yuuri only nodded, never taking his eyes off the older boy.

His classmate, who had already put in a military line, began to tell one by one their names and ages. Yuuri realized he was the smaller of the group. The oldest was 15. And when Yuuko finished introducing herself he knew that it would be his turn.

Oh no. Yuuri hated talking in front of a group. What if he says something stupid and he looks like a fool in front of all?

Then his brown eyes met with the aquamarines ones framed in long silver eyelashes, which looked at him expectantly while his owner showed him a friendly smile. Yuuri felt a weight fall precipitously into his stomach and made his bile splash.

Yuuri had never doubted his sexuality, perhaps it was because his parents were very open-minded people and had taught him to respect everyone equally; Moreover, he knew that, when he liked a person, it wasn't because of his gender, so it was relatively easy for him to admit to himself that the silver-haired man was terribly handsome, so much that it hurt to see him, and that possibly in 10 minutes he had already developed a not-a-very-small crush on him (like all his new classmate). But that didn't help his nerves at all, so he had to look down at the floor before he could open his mouth. He just didn't began to tremble because he felt Yuuko's hand in his back while she was trying to make him calm down.

"M-my name is Kat-Katsuki Yuuri... I-I'm 13 years old..." He heard Viktor humming a sound of approval and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Good. It hadn't been so bad. Now he just had to avoid Viktor's beautiful blue eyes the rest of his life if he didn't want to end up throwing up the content of his stomach.

As soon as the presentations were finished, the older boy ordered them all to warm up to prepare their muscles. To do that, Viktor first taught them how to warm up properly with basic movements, like tilting their head from side to side, then continue with circular movements of arms and legs, and then some breathing techniques.

Yuuri did his best to do all the exercises well, because he had noticed that Viktor was approaching the ones who seemed to have problems and he helped them to accommodate their arms and legs in the correct positions, and honestly, at that moment he did 't need to have the silver-haired boy so close, or his nerves would explode. In addition, he had practiced ballet with Minako practically since he had learned to walk, so it wasn't like he really needed his help.

"Yuuri, I don't understand how to do that," Yuuko complained, referring to the next exercise. And she couldn't ask to their instructor for directions because the older girls wouldn't stop pretending to be stupids and steal his attention.

"Oh, it's easy." He began to explain doing the exercise step by step as an example. "Just try to keep your back steady, raise your arms and then raise your knee without bending the other leg. But if you think you cannot stand, then reach out your arms at your sides and find balance."

Yuuko applauded at the explanation and thanked him.

They continued for ten more minutes with the warm up until Viktor told them to put on the skates, which, being special for kids, no one had trouble putting them on and adjusting them. The hard part was getting on the ice.

The silver-haired boy offered his hands in support for those who didn't yet know how to stand on the ice, so the girls quickly begged for his help, while Yuuri turned to Yuuko. The chestnut gilr knew that his friend's anxiety could be triggered if he had contact with strangers (which included Viktor no matter how friendly they perceived him), so she smiled to reassure him and took him by the hand.

Yuuri put a skate in the ice and, when he was sure that his friend was hold him tight, he inserted the other. The girl began to pull him slowly, not far from the protection fence in case he panicked and needed to lean against something solid.

Since it was the first class, Viktor allowed the boys to do whatever they wanted to adjust their legs to the ice. Yuuri continued to tremble, fearing that his knees would bend and he would fell, but Yuuko talked to him to distract him, even made him laughing a little when she pointed out to a girl who slipped and hit her forehead while she was pretending not to knew how to skate. They could see Viktor give a weary sigh before showing a fake smile and helping her up.

"Yuuri... I need to go to the bathroom," Yuuko murmured with embarrassment, not so much because of the need to go, but she felt bad about leaving him alone.

"Oh!...O...okay... Go. No problem... I'll wait for you." He answered, but not very much convinced.

"I'll be back as fast as I can!"

The chestnut girl left him leaning against the fence before leaving the rink. Yuuri then gave a sigh of frustration and mentally cursed himself . He didn't want to be a burden to Yuuko, he knew she could be in an advanced class, but if she had invited him to the beginner class it was because she wanted him to have fun too.

Yuuri had to start moving by himself if he didn't want to disappoint her. He had been enough time inside the rink and he felt his legs no longer shaking that much. That was a good sign. He let go of the fence and began to slide one leg in front of the other very slowly.

He moved slowly but surely, and if at any moment he thought he was going to slip, he only had to lean a hand on the fence to regain his balance.

"Do you need help, Yuuri?"

The boy was startled to hear Viktor's voice pronounce his name so carefree and playful, as if they were friends. He looked up and immediately regretted it because he saw those blue eyes.

Yuuri's knees bent, and if he didn't hit is head against the ice it was because the older boy caught him in his arms on time .

They stood in a position that seemed as if it were taken from a bad romance movie. Yuuri's back was arched and Viktor was holding his small waist. They were so hunched that their lips could have been touched by an tiny impulse, while Viktor's platinum hair was cascaded down above Yuuri's face. Yuuri could even smell his fruit essence shampoo.

Okay... Yuuri did not only believed that he was going to vomit at any moment, but he also believed that his heart would explode and he would go straight to heaven, because a messenger angel had already visited him. He mentally kicked himself for being so cheesy.

"Wow! I am so sorry! It's my fault." Viktor laughed and helped him get his back straight. "I shouldn't have made you lose focus." Then he took Yuuri by the hand and began to slide slowly. The boy, barely able to react, also started to move his legs. "It's your first time skating, right?" Not daring to look at him, Yuuri just nodded. "Well, you're doing a great job, Yuuri!" He said and showed him a smile so radiant that Yuuri felt as if it was the sun who was melting him. "Let me take you a little faster so your legs will get used to the ice."

Although Yuuri was lost in his own world of happiness by having physical contact with the older boy, he could see out of the corner of his eye that Yuuko had already returned from the bathroom and showed him a thumb up in a sign of approval. Yuuri didn't understand why she did that. However, he also noticed the envious looks of his classmate and that made him feel a little tense again. Viktor noticed that.

"Oh? Is something wrong, Yuuri? Am I taking you too fast? It's okay. I won't let you fall."

"Uh... No, it's not that..." He shook his head and his cheeks blushed, tightening the hand of the silver-haired boy to assure him that everything was fine.

"Okay... I'm also a little nervous, you know?" He admitted softly and crossed a finger over his owns lips to indicate that it was a secret.

"Huh?" At that, Yuuri finally dared to look at him with a frown. "Why?"

"Because you guys are my first class and I want to make a good impression on you as an instructor." He smiled shyly, and Yuuri thought he had to be kidding. Of course Viktor had made a good impression on everyone!

"Ah... Umm... Well... I think you're cool..." He said before he could cover his mouth with his free hand, and blushed completely out of shame.

"Awww, thank you, Yuuri! You're adorable!" Viktor laughed and Yuuri opened his eyes wide, thinking he must have heard it wrong... Or that the japanese of the russian boy was not very good and he actually tried to say something else.

The silver-haired boy stopped, and consequently the smaller one as well. He put a knee in the ice and then pulled out his cell phone before puts an arm around Yuuri's shoulders and bring theirs cheeks together to take a selfie.

"My first class of ice skating, with my adorable pupil..." He said at the same time he typed, and the dark-haired boy startled when Viktor looked at him again with confusion. "Umm... your name romanized is spelled with two 'u', right?"

Yuuri wasn't sure what 'Romanized' meant, but he remembered that his name, transcribed to Hiragana, was written adding an 'u' after the 'yu'. So he supposed Viktor was talking about that and nodded.

"OK, Ready!" He returned his cell phone to his pocket and took Yuuri's hand again to continue skating. "You know? Back in Russia, I have a little cousin named Yuri just like you, but with one 'u', besides that, his attitude is very different from yours. He is a little demon." He laughed. "It's a shame he's not as cute and sweet as you are."

"A-ah... thanks, I guess..." He said, unable to blush more and looked away.

They continued to skating in relative silence. Viktor sometimes made some comments to warn him not to divert his legs, or to scold his classmates who began to push each other just for joking.

At the end of the class, the older boy stroked his black hair and congratulated him for being 'a good boy' and said that he hoped to see him the next class.

"So... will you come to the next class with me?" Yuuko asked, unable to hide a big smile. She was happy that Yuuri had let himself to be helped by the instructor. That was a great step to leave behind his insecurity and shyness.

"Uhmm... Maybe." Yuuri said with embarrassment, and the chestnut girl laughed because she knew that that meant yes.

"All right! Let's go for those candies I promised you!" She clapped and Yuuri smiled.

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Yuuri was 13 years old the day he met the boy who in 10 years would be his husband. But he didn't know that.