"(Y/N), stay here, okay? I'll be back in a few hours."
"A few hours?!" you hopped up from the icy bench incredulously as your sister Mila raced towards the exit of the skating rink.
"Yup," she giggled as she flung open the door. "I'm getting drinks with friends and you're still underage since you're 15, so stay here"
"Wait! What am I supposed to....." you trailed off as she disappeared from the rink, and you heaved a sigh as you plopped down once more on the frozen lump of plastic that was meant to pass as a bench. You pulled your phone out, fiddling with its blank screen before slipping it back into your bag. Bored, you slid your gaze to watch the remaining skaters flit across the ice, spinning and jumping in the air.
You didn't even remember when you fell asleep, but when you came to your eyes were met with a pair of dazzling blue green ones. You blinked in surprise and attempted to sit up but slid off the bench instead, landing with a thump on the cold hard floor.
"Ow ow ow...."
You stood up slowly, rubbing your sore behind with a hand.
"Oi, what're you doing here so late?"
You quickly shot up onto your feet at the sudden voice.
"You're not a student, are you..." he assumed, noticing that you weren't wearing skating attire or a costume.
"Ah.. I'm waiting here for my sister, Mila, but she seems to have left me here to get drinks with her friends," you replied shyly, staring down at the floor as you shuffled your feet nervously. This boy looked like he was around your age, yet his presence was overwhelming.
"That bitch... so you're her sister?" the blond haired boy asked. He struggled to connect the dots. In his mind, there was no way such an innocent looking girl like you could possibly be related to the old hag.
"Y-yeah, she insisted that I come watch her. It's a bit boring here, though, since she's not even here," you murmured softly.
"Then let's change that," he decided. "Do you skate?"
"No, not at all. Mila's the one who has the athletic genes," you answered. You had no idea why this boy was suddenly talking to you, but somehow you felt compelled to talk to him as well. Perhaps it was the fact that he was around your age, or the fact that his fluffy white blond hair reminded you of a soft kitten.
Suddenly, you felt a hand grab yours and pull you towards the skate rental counter. He turned around to you as he opened the door. "What size shoe are you?"
"Um..(Shoe size)"
He then grabbed a pair of skates and dropped them down next to you and settled into the empty chair next to you as you stuffed your foot into a skate.
"Hey, what's your name?" he asked.
"(Y/n) (L/n)... and yours?"
"Yuri Plisetsky."
You had heard that name before. Mila was always rattling on and on about him, and you would hear him on TV once in a while as well.
"Yu..ri.. Plisetsky..." you mused. You blushed furiously when you realized that you had said his name aloud, and returned your attention to your skates.
Minutes later you still hadn't finished tying the laces; you had somehow managed to tangle them into a knotted mess. Yuri sighed exasperatedly as he bent down on one knee to help you, his blond hair falling forward to hide his face.
"If you don't know how to lace a skate just say so."
You giggled nervously to hide the wild thudding of your heart as he looped the laces of each skate into tight knots. "Sorry."
Once he finished, you stood up, wobbling on your skates.
"Try balancing on solid ground, before going on the ice," Yuri advised. He was already halfway around the rink by the time you managed to step onto the ice.
You tried to stay steady but ended up almost falling again. The ice was just so slippery. You leaned against the outer railing of the rink to stay balanced but almost immediately your feet begin to slide out from beneath you again.
A warm hand clasped yours and you glanced up to see Yuri supported you with a hand, his face pink from the cold or from the skin contact, you couldn't tell.
"Stay balanced," he repeated as he placed an encouraging hand on your back.
Before you knew it, you were able to stand without wobbling. "H-hey, I did it!"
You turned to Yuri only to see him smiling at you with a tender expression. Once he realized that you were looking at him, he wiped it off his face before replacing it with an impassive mask.
"Now we can skate," he said as he pulled you to the center of the rink.
You were as nervous as you had been every time Mila had tried to forced you onto an ice rink, but this time it felt different. Perhaps it was because you were wearing your lucky shirt. Perhaps it was because your skates had been tied properly. Perhaps it was because Yuri was with you this time.
"I-I'm gonna fall!" you exclaimed as you began to slip, and Yuri hooked both arms under your armpits, pulling you upright.
You could feel your face grow hot as Yuri helped you back up.
"You're clumsier than I thought," he mumbled as he released you.
"It's not like I chose to skate! You insisted!" you retorted.
You sighed loudly and with exaggeration as you tried regained balance on the ice.
"Here," Yuri grunted as he held out his hand.
As soon as you grabbed his hand he began to drag you across the ice. Miraculously, you were actually skating and having fun, two words you never thought would appear in the same sentence.
You continued to glide one foot in front of the other, oblivious to the fact that he was watching the giddy, carefree smile on your face.
"Mila was right. This is fun!" you giggled. "W-woah!" He stretched his hand out to steady you, bringing you closer to him in the process so that your faces were inches apart. He brought his other hand up and gently hooked a few loose strands of your hair behind your ear, and rested his palm lightly against your cheek.
You tilted your head upwards to look into his eyes. The two of you kept this position for a while as you lost yourself in the hypnotic colors of his eyes.
"Yuri? Is something wrong?" you asked, concerned,
"A-ah.. sorry," he apologized, looking away to hide the pink blush that spread over the bridge of his nose and cheeks.
"Yuri... come here, I have a secret to tell you," you beckoned.
"We're literally alone. Say what you want," he pointed out.
"Come here anyways, just for the sake of it."
You got on your tippy toes as he leaned down to hear what you had to say, and you kissed him. It was a quick butterfly kiss, a brushing of lips against the soft flesh of his cheek, but his face took on a hue similar to that of a tomato's.
"What was that for??" he interjected as he jerked his head away, but his heart raced when he saw your hurt expression.
Cute, he thought to himself.
"(Y/n)," he called out
"Y-yes?" you answered, looking upwards to see his face. You were afraid of what he thought of you now, considering his reaction to the kiss. You felt something soft touch your lips. Before you knew it, Yuri had already pulled back. It was sweet and simple, and you had loved every second of it.
