frost

valid [y. katsuki]

taking a deep breath after another, not knowing what the result would've been— somehow she was landed on the figure skater profile of katsuki yuuri. well, about to, anyways. the arrow hovered above the title of his name, so foreign, so distant, she wondered if she had even ever heard the name before. there was a time and place when she did, echoed loud from the microphone, the hustled whispers growing as time stood still momentarily as he stood alone, by himself, all on the ice. and there, he told to himself that he failed, but in her eyes, it was nonetheless perfect. it was him, just as she'd always see it. it was just a profile, she reminded herself. ah, being a coward doesn't help. the constant fear rising over the unknown of the future— no way to predict anything, and your future self mourning over regrets and what you should've done. and so, it was what she was going to do. whatever it was, she knew she and to take it either way— ah, damn this, damn that.

if she couldn't give a damn about anything, this was the time she'd give a damn. right, she told herself. in, out, in out. and that was what she did. short breaths shrouded in rising hope raising as springtime flowers grew wild in her heart, she triggered her finger as the click of the mouse loaded into the profile—

status: valid
participated in: chugoku, shikoku, and kyushu figure skating championships 2016 — 1st place

oh, she thought. oh. had she not seen the status as 'valid', she really would've fainted on the spot. her heart swelled in happiness, in acknowledgement of his revival— he had began the list of his competitions with a jumpstart. she was more than proud, she felt as if she could be on cloud nine with him. short taps of knocks on the door tapped her out of her happy trance. she walked over to open the door, curious to see who awaited beneath inches of separation of wood. she turned the knob, slowly, yet surely, it revealed none other than the one she had admired.

"i won," he gazed into her eyes, tender and soft, a gaze reminding of the happiness of summer and the youth of spring.

"i know," was what she replied as she ran up to him, nearly jumped, if you could put it that way, in the mix of emotions that enveloped them. from gradual happiness, to sadness, to the anticipation of the future— his status would stay valid. retirement would be out of the reach, no, not yet, he would not.

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welcome. hello. i hope you've been enjoying these prompts, haha.
after so many angsts, what can i say? so, i decided to be nice.
no angst today. one question:
how would you feel if every five prompts i write two originals?
inline comment or comment your thoughts please :)