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visualizing the sensation of his body falling against solid ice and breaking a bone. next, he conjured up an image of falling due to the slippery ground so that his head collided against the rink or the ice skate’s blade somehow tearing against his flesh– ! oh, the thought alone sends a shiver down his back as a pool of saliva started to form at the bottom of his mouth before he had to swallow it. after all, he can’t have his coach realize during their first session together that hisomu had hidden intentions for taking up this class.
with an ample amount of free time and not enough pain he hoped to receive some type of ‘ unfortunate accident ’. his delusion of desiring new sensations of aches ricocheting against his bones and flesh left him lost in those momentary indulgences. it’d be much more enjoyable if someone else inflected the pain onto him, a surprise is always ten times better compared to self-inflicted depraved intentions. however, that idea was to be stored away and instead he wore the guise of an eager, young student.
a deceit that he would see through, the outstretched grin cloaked in depraved expectations was muted to a calmer smile. in the meantime, he sat on the bench by the rink, he waited; legs swung as he focused his gaze at the skate blades slid against concrete. barely any indents left behind, instead he imagined digging those skates into his forearm and… – huh?
instantly pulled back to reality as the sound of someone approaching him cuts through his thoughts. his thin body stiffened up, head automatically tilted his head to the side by a fraction to project an innocent facade.
‘ hey coach– ! hope i’m not too early. brought my gear and everything ~ ’
they both had designated to meet around three in the afternoon ( after all he was no early bird! ) but he ended up arriving earlier. excitement for pain is priority after all, to the point where he had asked his parents for money. his first request that seemed vaguely normal, their son wanting to do a ‘normal’ activity, of course they’d compromise and instantly sent him money to purchase this coaching session and gear.
Viktor was still in two minds regarding whether coaching was something he wanted to pursue alongside his figure skating career, or if had simply been a one off swell of inspiration dedicated only towards Yuuri. He didn’t exactly need the extra income, FAR from it, but being very self conscious of the fact his age would soon become an issue in the world of competitive skating, he had to have something after to fill the gap until retirement.
Taking on new students was more a case of gaining experience and showing off the wonders he could work with them. Viktor already knew he was more than capable of producing a flawless programme guaranteed to win every time...but he still had a lot to learn in the ways of actual coaching. It was good practice in gauging if this really was what he wanted to do once competition forever closed its doors on him.
As expected, the calls for loaning his expertise came flooding in, but he worked fairly on a ‘first come, first served’ basis. Taking on too many at once could hinder the quality of his teachings, besides, Viktor favoured the intimacy of one on one lessons. His first student, as he understood it, was a complete beginner--Something new for the both as them, as he’d never actually taught anyone to skate from scratch before! Buzzing with the excitement of a new challenge, he too had arrived a little before the appointed time and was pleased to see his pupil come in shortly after.
“Good afternoon, Hisomu isn’t it?” He greeted with a flourish of his hand, sloping his gaze to inspect said gear with a critical eye.
"Perfect! Your skates look fine but...is that what you plan to wear on the ice? You look like you’ve been run through a cheese grater my friend!”
Lesson #46 of coaching, don’t speak your mind too openly.
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