From the beginning, I always thought that I was the one who surprises others. I never realized how anyone could surprise me, for I was always the one who took that burden upon my shoulders. That was until I met him.

The first time I saw him was just a mere glance.

My family moved from Russia to Japan, hoping to branch out in my skating career. Though, my popularity of a skating star has made a steady growth. Instead of moving to a town with a well known skating rink and program, we had to move to a small town with a hardly known rink. It was for the best.

I enrolled in a small school, though, I didn't try to make any close friends. I didn't want to leave them behind when I left for home. I met some acquaintances and worked my hardest in all of my subjects, not failing to win the hearts of my teachers as well as most in the grade.

I never noticed him.

He always blended in, as if he tried to. He was a person that was hard to pick from the crowd with his plain hoodie and glasses hiding his face. He was the kind of kid who was quiet in class and no one spoke to unless it was for homework or a project. The kid who could tell you his name one day and you forget it the next.

He never asked anything of me either. I am not even sure if he acknowledged me. That surprised me, but it wasn't what made me in awe of the boy with dark hair. No, it was his skating.

I thought it would be amazing to get some extra practice time in after school on a Wednesday night. It didn't look busy at all, almost as if it was closed. So, I thought it would be a great time to skate. Unless it was actually closed. That would be breaking and entering.

I enter the building, I got everything ready for the time I was skating. I even had a pleasant conversation with the woman at the desk.

As I tied the shoelaces of my skates, I heard someone on the ice. I was eager to see could have possibly have had the same idea as me. Quietly, I walked towards the rink.

There he was.

I couldn't stop myself from staring.

Granted, his skating was not amazingly advanced. No, there was something else. It was the way he looked free as he made every movement. He almost looked upset, but that made him better. Every movement had great thought and effort. It was as if the movements were emotions himself.

I couldn't help but stare opened mouthed at him. He had something I did not. I have no idea what it is, but I want to learn how to skate like him.

His skating was beautiful and that was when I realized he was as well. It was like when you take a hot shower. After turning off the water, you feel the heat leave but you feel the freezing air hit you like a punch when you slide open the glass door. You feel the cold wrap itself around you and he was no different than the cold air.

I took more notice as he went to do a jump. He looked over at me, eyes wide. He didn't land it correctly. I felt terrible. I went to go on the ice and apologize to him. He got up and shot an angry look at me. I tried to compliment his skating and apologize for watching him. By the time I finished, his back was turned as he walked away.

As he left me alone on the ice, I felt my body become hollow. He surprised me yet again. He didn't stay to talk to me. He didn't even say a word. Somehow, that made me what to peruse him even more.

There I was, alone on the ice, asking myself questions about this boy. It was surprising the range of questions I could ask myself about this one boy whose name I didn't even know. From his name to if he would ever date me. I blushed and laughed at the thought.

I didn't get any real practice in. I meant to, I swear. I spent the entire time thinking about the boy.

I wonder what he was skating. I thought.

I found myself skating the what I saw him performing not so long ago. It hit me. As if I was punched. He was skating my routine from a year ago. Honestly, that made more confused than before. So, he admired my skating? Does that mean he likes me? Maybe he hates me?

I shrugged to myself. Each possible solution made sense but I had no idea why he was upset.

I yearned to know everything about this boy. He was something that was interesting. He was like a puzzle or the gears in a clock. I wanted to be able to call him my friend.

I knew exactly what I wanted...But I had no idea how to start.

This is the story of how I, Victor Nikiforov, fell head over heels in love with Yuri Katsuki.

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A/n: Hi! I acidently started a new fic...whoops. Oh well. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it! Bye, my Jellyfish!