Optional Theme A: Future

Disclaimer: I don't own Yuri! on Ice.

Yuuri was walking between Victor and Yurio towards St. Petersburg's ice rink. His fingers were enwinded with his lover's which gave him some kind of courage. When he decided to leave Hasetsu to move in with Victor in Russia, he was confident. He felt that feeling growing at the moment he saw them – Victor waving to him with a smile on his face and Yurio leaning againts that fence.

But right then, that confidence started to slip away. He loved Victor so much that it hurt and Yurio was one of the kindest persons to his heart – which was funny, regarding how their relationship had started. But what about the other Russian skaters? Will they like him? Can he live up to Yakovs' expectations or he will become a failure again? How will Miss Lilia treat him? He heared from Yurio that she was the devil himself. Will he be able to learn Russian? He felt his hand trembling.

Suddenly he felt as an elbow hit his ribs.

"Hey, chill out!" Yurio hissed. "Do you want him to notice?" Yuuri looked at Victor from the corner of his eye. He knew that if his fiancé could realise how uncomfortable he was, they would never reach the ice rink. He shook his head. "Then, stop combining!" Yuuri looked at Yurio with puppy dog eyes. The young Russian took a deep breath. "They are irritaing as fuck, but kind at the same time. Yakov will be shouting at you 7/24, but you do not have to take it serious – no one does and if you work hard, you can achieve Lilia to like you." Yuuri opened his mouth a little bit, cocking his head. Yurio rolled his eyes, but nodded. In that moment Yuuri wanted to hug Yurio so thigh that he could never escape.

"He is my fiancé, Yuuri Katsuki!" Victor introduced him with one of his heart-shaped smiles on his face. He hugged Yuuri to himself, placing a kiss to his forehead.

"Victor, I don't think this is the right time-"

"Don't worry. In this rink, everyone is suck in love. You two are the only exception," Yurio said with his hands on his hips. A red spot swept away before Yuuri's eyes and in the next moment, Yurio was in the air. "LET GO OF ME, HAG!"

"Hello, Yuuri! I am Mila, it is nice to meet you," the girl, who held Yurio in the air, said with a kind smile. After Yuuri had smiled back shyly, Mila turned towards Georgi Popovich. "That is our drama queen, but you have already competed againts him."

"Your performances were incredible. Being defeated by you was an honor," Georgi said, leaning towrads Yuuri a little. Yuuri felt as his cheeks became hot.

"And he is our angry kitten," Mila said, looking up at the struggling Yurio.

"His name is Yurio," Victor said, smiling.

"Yuri what?"

"NOTHING!" Yuri screamed with pure fear in his voice.

"I-it is just a stupid nickname, but he doesn't like it, so please, don't call him Yurio," Yuuri said, pleading. Yurio stopped trying to escape and looked at him wide-eyed. Yuuri only smiled up at him.

"Are you training pair skate again?" They heared a strict voice behind themselves.

"Of course not, Coach Yakov!" Mila said, letting Yurio go. Said boy landed on the ground with a thud. Mila ran to Yakov, putting her hands together. "Can we get a free day, Coach Yakov? We must take Yuuri sightseeing!" Yuuri almost spoke up, but Victor covered his mouth.

Yakov looked to his skaters in the eye one by one.

"All of you?" He asked sceptically.

"Um, group training?" Milas' voice was uncertain. Yakov rolled his eyes and waved his hand. One day was not the world.

Mila's face lit up. She ran to Yuuri, grabbed his hand and started pulling him towards the main door. Being pulled by Mila was a strange feeling. Instead of the women from his family and friends, no girl had ever showed that much attention into his direction.

When they stepped out of the building, the sun blinded him for a minute. After his sight had cleared again, he saw his future in front of himself brighter than ever before.