Yuri's POV

Ah, I've got to hurry! I'll be late for my pork cutlet bowl! I stumbled as fast as I could over to my family's hot spring resort, mouth salivating at the thought of the meal waiting for me. It was April, and a snowstorm was brewing, causing me to only be able to see a few feet in front of me. Despite my out-of-shape body (no doubt caused by these meals I can't resist), I managed to keep a steady running pace. I was almost there, and just had to make it up the last stretch of hill before I could eat my favorite dish! My eyes squeezed shut in determination, and I began to sprint as fast as my slightly chubby legs would let me. Oomph.

My body feel back onto the snow, and my head was disoriented. Did I run into a lightpost? This wouldn't be the first time. But that's weird, are lightposts usually warm? With... abs?

I heard a soft chuckle and opened my eyes. The first thing I realized was that my hand was rubbing a pack of abs seemingly chiseled by the gods. The second thing I realized was that there was a god himself standing in front of me. Haha, my hunger must be doing strange things to me. There is no way that such a beautiful human is right here. As soon as I thought that, he extended his large, perfectly structured hand to me.

"My, look at that. You're bleeding. Let's get you somewhere to bandage you up." His sturdy Russian accent did nothing to quell the intense blush spreading over my cheeks.

"Um.. O-okay..." Is all I could think of as a response, which I mentally kicked myself for. I shouldn't worry. I bet he gets reactions like this all the time. Before I knew it, I was carried bridal-style into the nearest building, which turned out to be the Ice Castle Hasetsu rink. The man set me down on a bench, and quickly hurried off to find a first aid kit. That's when I felt the pain kick in. Oh my god my nose hurts. It reeaaalllyy hurts. Ow ow ow ow-

"Didn't think I'd be back here so soon after just leaving," the man said with a laugh that fluttered my insides. I gave him a questioning look. "W-what do you mean? Did you just finish a group skating outing, or something?"

With a look that made clear that I was not understanding something, he let out another enchanting laugh. "Kid, do you not know who I am?"

My only response was to shake my head, with another blush of embarrassment. Is he somebody important, or is he just messing with me? With a smirk that would've made me drop to the floor in awe if I had not been sitting down, he moved to grab my hand. I went along with it and rose to my feet, my pain dulled by the rapid beat of my heart, which seemed as if it was going to pop out of my chest.

"Well, I guess you're about to find out. Be sure not to stare at my ass for too long, while you're at it." And with a flirtatious wink only he could pull off, Victor Nikiforov led a very confused and flustered me to the ice rink.