A/N: I'm back with another one shot today! This one has feels (or at least its supposed to.) You have been warned. This will be like the year after the show's end. Sorry if I get anything wrong or write something that makes no sense...

Yuri's POV

Again. I have to do it again. Skate Canada is only 2 weeks away. I need to do well there and qualify for the Grand Prix final to compete with Victor this time. I. Have. To. Get. This. Right. My mind swirled with desperate, jumbled thoughts, threatening to spill over and throw me into yet another panic attack.

I prepared for a quadruple toeloop, then jumped into the air. One rotation... Two... I fell. Right on my butt. Ouch.

I looked over to Victor, who had been watching my practice today. He was juggling coaching me and preparing himself, and tried to come for my practice twice a week. He choreographed my two programs again this year. He should be the one struggling. But no, I am. I couldn't even land a jump. Yes, it was a quad, but I shouldn't he failing so hard! I'm sorry, Victor. I'm wasting your time, aren't I?

Victor appeared to be in deep thought, with his hand on his chin and his eyes trained on me as if I were a math problem that needed to be solved. Yeah, that's right. A problem. I stood up and reluctantly skated over to him, with my head down.

"Maybe you should call it a day, Yuri...you're just tired is all, you'll do fine tomorrow." Victor said after a silent moment.

"Its been like this for the past two weeks, Victor! I'm a failure and you know it!" I said angrily, snapping at him.

"'Just have more faith that I'm going to win than I do' is what you told me, Yuri." Victor said calmly. "I have faith in you. I believe in you." He sighed. "And when I came to Hasetsu, do you remember what I said?" He asked, pausing for a moment. "'Starting today, I'll be your coach. You'll make it to the Grand Prix Final, and you're going to win...' or something like that...I forget things a lot..."

I looked Victor in the eye, with tears pouring down my face now and said, "How can I have faith in myself if all I do is bring my own coach down and ruin his career and make his life harder? How can I believe in myself if I keep failing, time and time again?!"

It was silent for a long time after that.

"...Yuri...Didn't I just tell you?...I'm pretty sure I did...I believe in you...even if everyone in he world gives up on you...even if everything falls apart...even if I can't be the best I can be...I'll keep believing, because you...are you, and you have the potential, the drive to be the greatest skater in ice skating history..." Victor's voice trailed off.

"...And all it takes..." His voice grew quieter, softer, gentle and careful, as if talking to a fragile baby, as if anything louder would shatter the boy in front of him, me.

"...is one little, insignificant firefly, in the midst of a dark fog, to light up as if to say, "I believe.""

"That's it."

"And I'll be that firefly. I'll keep believing in you..." His voice was only a whisper now.

He pulled me into a warm embrace, one that felt like, ironically, a human-sized firefly's warm glow. He let me cry on his shoulder, let me empty my feelings out, my stress. He didn't mind comforting me, just silently held me and rubbed small circles on my back.

"Thank you." I whispered.

A/N: Was that okay? Sorry if it was cheesy...or boring...or a failure...*cough* Yuri much? *cough*

Anyways, thanks for sticking around and still reading this one shot series. I hope you enjoyed this one!