This is a requested story :)

The Grand Prix Final had an atmosphere unlike any other. Nervous energy floated in the air along with hairspray, and song lyrics. Faces were wet with tears, joyful or otherwise. Hundreds of people filled this building and they all seemed to hum to the same song of anticipation. Well, all but one. Yuuri Katsuki sat down on one of the plastic chairs that lined the hallway. All around her skaters and their coaches were bent in deep conversation. Family members embraced one another and a cheering crowd could be heard through the drywall. In this time of excitement, Yuuri was strangely subdued. Her coach, Celestino, stood nearby. Yuuri looked intently at her phone, the headlines were already rolling in. "Put that down! Looking at the news won't do you any good!" Celestino scowled.
"Katsuki Tumbles to Last Place. Will this season be her last one? Possibly," Yuuri recited. She sighed, this kind of publicity would usually send her crawling under a rock but right now she couldn't find it in her to care. "I'm going to get some air," she said, getting to her feet.

Yuuri walked with her hands in her pockets and her eyes down.
She stopped at a vending machine to get something to drink. Holding the blue sports drink she wondered around looking for somewhere quiet. Thankfully, the lobby area had mostly cleared out by then. Yuuri sat in the corner next to one of the windows, watching the headlights of cars pass in the distance. Her phone was heavy in her pocket, she knew she couldn't put it off any longer. Quickly dialing Yuuri put the phone to her ear.
"Hey, Mom, where you sleeping? Sorry." Yuuri listened to her mother describe an elaborate viewing party, to which everyone they knew was invited. Yuuri chuckled, trying to picture a gaudy party in their homely inn. As her mother continued Yuuri felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach. Not being able to sit still she got to her feet to pace. All of the emotions she had locked away were beginning to escape. I disappointed everyone. Tears gathered in her eyes. "I'm sorry," she said, hanging up the phone before she completely broke down. She wasn't going to let herself cry about this anymore but hearing her mom's voice put her over the edge. She stood there, in the middle of the lobby sobbing. Not the discrete tears other girls had shed, but loud, disgusting blubbering. She took a few shaky breaths, pull it together Katsuki. Whipping the blurriness from her eyes Yuuri took a sip of her drink. The cold sugariness of it made her feel better. Kind of.

Turning to rejoin Celestino Yuuri gasped as she collided with something. She fell back onto the floor, sticky Gatorade flew everywhere.
"Idiot! Watch where you're going!" A voice growled at her. Her eyes widened once she recognized who she ran into. The Junior Grand Prix Final gold medalist, Yuri Plisetsky.
"I'm so sorry!" She said. She stumbled to her feet, slipping on the wet floor. Yuri glared at her, blue dye was already beginning to stain his jacket. He whipped at it, grinding his teeth.
"I should have guessed you'd be just as much of a clutz off the ice," he snarled.
"I-" Yuuri stammered, cheeks red hot. "Sorry…" Her hair was in a messy ponytail, mascara was smudged under her eyes, and droplets of Gatorade spotted her glasses. Yuri's eyes pierced through her.
"Maybe it's time for you to retire." He pointed a finger in her face. "This sport doesn't need two Yuris." He turned on his heels, storming off in the direction of the rink.
Maybe he has a point. No one would miss me. There are dozens of talented skaters who could take my place.

Yuuri walked behind Celestino, they made their way towards the door without exchanging words. Morooka stopped her.
"Don't give up Yuuri! You're too young to retire!"
"Thanks but it's a little early for that," Yuuri replied, her tone emotionless.
"Yuri-."The sound of her name caught her attention. She turned to see Victor Nikiforov walking gracefully through the crowd. Yuuri's heart jumped. Was he, by some miracle, coming over here? "You did well tonight but I think your step sequence could use a little more finesse."
"I wanted to die so who really cares. Quit nagging me already." Yuuri watched the exchange, of course, he meant the Russian Yuri. Disappointment tickled her heart. She let her eyes linger, maybe I'll get a chance to talk to him. Someday… Victor looked over his shoulder, Yuuri choked as their eyes met. A blush crept over her face.
"Want to get a photo?" He asked with a smile. "Sure thing!" He motioned for her to come over. Yuuri's insides liquefied. She ducked her head and hurried towards the exit.
"Don't you want a picture with Victor?" Morooka asked. She didn't even bother to look back.
I'm an idiot. Did I seriously think I could play on the same field as him? Of course, I ended up getting humiliated. Victor watched as the Japanese skater turned her back to him. He couldn't help but be confused.

One year later…

Yuuri walked through the Hasetsu airport. Tugging off her surgical mask she took a deep breath. It's been five years since I've been home, she thought. Things sure have changed.

Yuuri readjusted the bag hanging off her shoulder. Reaching the bottom of the escalator she wheezed. The walls were stamped with posters of her! She ran over to them in disbelief.
"Yuuuuurii," someone sang behind her. "Welcome back after five long years!" Yuuri turned. Minako. Of course, she knew my exact arrival time.
"Hi Minako," Yuuri said. "It's good to see you."
"Is that Yuuri the figure skater? I haven't heard much about her in a while." Voices swirled around them. Yuuri looked at the ground feeling the weight of their stares.
"Excuse me can I shake your hand?" An older man asked causing Yuuri to turn away.
"Sorry but uh- I'm in a bit of a hurry," Yuuri said, trying to push past the stranger.
"It doesn't cost you anything to shake hands!" Minako said, pushing Yuuri's hand into an awkward handshake. "Victor Nikiforov is nice to his fans and you will be too!" Minako dragged her through the airport and out the door, "you're going to great everyone in town!" She declared. Yuuri frowned looking at the ground.
"Actually I'm pretty tired from the flight. I just want to rest."
"Right now? But everyone is so excited to see you," Minako said. Yuuri chewed the inside of her mouth. There was no point in trying to argue.

When they arrived at the inn Yuuri's stomach was turning. It had been so long; too long.
Her family flooded into the small entryway, smothering her in warm affection.
"Yuuri! It's so good to see you," her mother said, clasping her hands in front of her. The older woman had her hair brushed neatly into place spar for the few strands on the top of her head that refused to lay flat. Her cheeks were full and rosy when she smiled nothing in the world could dampen the radiant glow that surrounded her. Yuuri's felt a warm gloss coat her eyes. She blinked rapidly, overtaken with a sudden and strong homesickness.
"I should have visited," she said, wrapping her mother into a hug.
Mom.
The last time she was home Yuuri's mother had held her close, wishing her a teary departure to Detroit. Now all these years later Yuuri stood taller than her mother. She clung to the woman in her arms taking notice to how their roles had flipped.
I didn't realize how much I missed this.
When eventually they pulled apart Yuuri felt as if no time had passed. Her family had quickly absorbed her back into her place, there was no awkwardness fitting back into the unit. This space was and will always be meant for her.

"Yuuri what are you hiding under that coat!" Minako screamed, stripping Yuuri from her heavy outerwear. Minako seemed to have some kind of internal fit as she flicked her eyes down Yuuri's… comfortable physique. A laugh emanated from the other side of the room.
"Wow, Yuuri, you look just like your mom!" Yuuri rolled her eyes, pulling her shoes off and placing them off to the side.
"This is no laughing matter! A figure skater has to have a certain physique and that is not it!" Minako ground out, eyes flaming.
"Relax Minako, it's not as if I have to be in shape for anything right now anyway," Yuuri said, stepping towards the kitchen. Minako opened her mouth to argue when Yuuri's mother intervened,
"Dinner anyone?"

Yuuri spent the majority of the next few days settling back into the lazy rhythm of the hotspring. She was enjoying the food and the people and especially the sleeping in. It was late morning when a knock on her door prompted Yuuri to pull her head from under the covers.
"Yuuri get out of bed! Come help with the snow!" Yuuri's mother called through the door.
Snow? Yuuri peeked out her window and sure enough, fluffy snow coated the ground. Sliding out of bed Yuuri pulled a worn DSC (Detroit Skating Club) sweatshirt over her head. She hadn't been out of her room for almost two days. Her hair was in a French braid from the night before, messy strands stuck out and the back was matted with frizz. Shoving her feet into the first pair of shoes she could find she walked outside into the blinding daylight.

The cold bit at her face and hands. Mari was leaning up against the wall wrapped in a scarf and puffing on a cigarette. She threw a shovel which Yuuri fumbled trying to catch.
"You should probably start with the front walkway," Mari said, exhaling a stream of smoke.
"Aren't you going to help?" Yuuri asked.
"Um... I'm pretty sure I did my part already," Mari replied pointing to a small cleared patch of concrete near the side of the building. Yuuri sighed, there was no use trying to reason with her, not until she's finished her cigarette anyway.

By the time Yuuri finally made it back inside her cheeks were pink and her nose was running. She was sweaty and disgusting. Her clothes stuck to her as did the baby hairs around her forehead. Walking towards the hot spring Yuuri was knocked to the ground by a pile of silver-gray fluff.
"Wha- Victor?" Yuuri's fingers ran through the curly poodle hair as the mystery dog licked her face. "You're too big to be Victor. Hold on this dog looks just like-" she was cut off by a slobbery tongue on her cheek. She shielded her face from the wet puppy kisses. The happy poodle looked down at her with large brown eyes. His tail wagged against her leg.
"Alright Makkachin, that's enough," a voice said from down the hall. The accent caught Yuuri off guard, she strained to look past the wall of fur. The dog lurched off of her, stepping on her stomach in the process. Yuuri sat up and adjusted her glasses. "Sorry about that, Makka gets very excited to meet new people." A hand was held out for her to take. Yuuri looked up to see none other than Victor Nikiforov.
"Victor?!" Yuuri gasped, jumping to her feet. Victor smiled, retracting his hand. "Why are you here?" Yuuri choked. Her eyes locked onto the man in front of her. His hair was damp and he was wearing a robe which was left slightly open, exposing a body cut from a slab of marble. Victor's eyes trailed over her face, his skin was pink from the recent dip in the hot spring
"Well hello Yuuri, I'm going to be your new coach," Victor said. Yuuri's eyes widened. "You're going to make it to the Grand Prix Final, and you're going to win," he finished with a wink. Yuuri's mouth was hanging open.
"What?" Her voice wavered through several octaves.

She didn't know it then, but this was the beginning of something bigger than she could have ever imagined.

I hope you enjoyed this fun little rewrite. I hope to make things amazing and sad. I'll keep going if it's something someone wants to read.

PREVIEW~

"Oh boy. He's here. He's actually here! Victor Nikiforov is going to give me a second chance at victory. I can't have a crush on my coach! There's no way that would ever work! Professionalism for Pete's Sake! But look at those eyes... that body... No! This can work. I can keep it together! I have to!"