“He’s amazing,” he whispers, eyes never straying too far away. Caught like a moth to a flame. As if Viktor was the North Star and Yuuri is hopeless, helpless against his pull. “I’m going to skate on the same ice as him someday.” Yuuri says, promises, a truth that he’ll wear on his heart in the years to come. (Or: Yuuri Katsuki's adolescence on the ice, as told by five birthdays.)
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