A/N: Hi guys, I'm not dead. Sorry for the hiatus, its been what, a month? Yeah, I've been busy. I'm really, really sorry about that...

Anyways, I'm out of school for the summer now meaning I most likely won't be busy very often. Soo...I will be hopefully writing more often. Anyways, here is today's oneshot and I hope you all enjoy!

Oh also, I don't know how much longer I'll keep writing these oneshots. I still love the show, but its hard to keep coming up with ideas. So, we'll see. And of course, unless something happens, I'll keep updating "Our Sweet Yurio."

Victor's POV

Why is it that I can't get you out of my head? Why is it that I spend every waking moment wanting to be with you? Have you cast a spell on me? I wondered, thinking of the Japanese skater I had been coaching. Yuri...Yuri Katsuki... I recalled. He was the man who shared the name with an angry kitten. He was the man who I couldn't seem to forget. Not that I want to. I clarified to myself.

"Victor!" I heard his voice call from outside the door. He sounded a bit breathless. Maybe he went for a jog? That'd be sweet, even though I told him it was okay if he didn't anymore... I smiled, recalling that memory from only a few weeks ago.

"What is it, Yuri?" I asked, quickly making my way over to the room's door and opening it. "Was there something you needed?" I asked, coming face to face with the skater.

"U-Um...I was just wondering if we were still going to practice today...?" He asked, looking down slightly and twiddling his thumbs nervously. I couldn't help but smile at his behavior.

"Of course we are, Yuri~! Why would you ask such a thing? You should have faith in what your coach says," I told him, grinning.

"Y-Yeah, I was just making sure. I didn't want to get ready and you be busy..." He trailed off.

"Now, why would I be busy? Let's go!" I said, a wide grin spreading across my cheeks, heart-shaped as always. I took his hand in mine and skipped off, dragging him behind me without really realizing it.

I watched him practice his routines time and time again. He was beautiful. His movements were graceful, even if they weren't perfected. Nobody in this world is perfect, after all. But then again, I have a hard time believing that he is not perfect. I had been giving him advice after each time, giving him tips when I saw him struggling.

Yuri began his Eros performance once again, returning from a short break. He stood in the center of the rink before moving from his starting position. Gracefully, he twisted and turned, glided and flew. I couldn't take my eyes away from the scene. This...its so perfect this time. Yuri, you've done it. You really are amazing.

That's what I told him when he finished. I ran up to him and hugged him tightly, pride overwhelming me. The skater truly was amazing, and I knew it.

Perhaps, that was the reason my mind never wandered away from him?

Or was it something else?

A/N: Sorry this oneshot is painstakingly short. It just feels so repetitive when I write these now and with no real plot like a real story would, its hard to make it good...