And last, I want the Katsuki's POV of Yuuri wining gold at JW
Not a POV switch (since Yuuri winning was off screen) but I’ll write it up as a drabble anyway…
Mari knelt at the table and wrapped her fingers around her glass of beer. It was more fun to drink with Minako-sensei during these public viewings, but Minako had gone to see Yuuri skate in person. Before he left Osaka, Yuuri had called and told them that he was going to win gold. Mari wasn’t sure that she’d ever heard her little brother sound so determined.
Takeshi-kun pushed the bowl of eel hone senbei closer to her and pulled the edamame over. She grabbed one of the bone crackers and cracked some off and into her mouth, grinning. One day, probably after he could drink all the beer or shochu that Yuuko-chan would let him, he’d like these better than the edamame. Mari preferred them. The salt and crunch were much better even if the edamame went well with beer.
“You better be quieter with those things when Yuuri skates, or my wife might kill you.”
Yuuko was talking animatedly with Mari’s parents about Yuuri’s program. Takeshi-kun was probably right, but Mari didn’t care. It wasn’t like she would be eating while she watched her brother skate. That would be a little rude. No one who came for the public viewing would dare make a sound during Yuuri’s skate.
Mari would be the first to admit that she didn’t know anything about skating. It was complicated, with a lot of rules, and required a patience that she never had for anything like dance. And the music tended toward the soft, like the free skate piece that Yuuri was skating. It was never something that she’d watch given her own devices. That didn’t make her a bad person. She still supported Yuuri; she’d cheer for him and do anything in her power to make sure that he could make his dreams of skating on that ice come true.
Not because she cared about skating.
Because she loved her little brother.
Not that she was going to admit that to anyone. She’d just roll her eyes at them.
If her lips curled up into a small smile as Yuuri skated the song from some Ghibli movie she’d never seen, she wouldn’t admit it. What she would admit to was that her brother had talent and it didn’t matter if he won a gold medal or not. There was no denying his talent. All someone had to do was watch him, just once, when he was at his best, like he was now, to know that her little brother was overflowing with talent.
Yuuko was still whispering to Mari’s mother, probably explaining what was going on, and Oka-san just nodded, as enraptured with watching her baby boy skate as everyone else in the public dining room.
When Yuuri left the ice and the scores came in and they announced that he’d actually done it. He’d actually won gold, Mari turned away from the screen, pulling her headband off and used the motion of putting it back on to wipe at her eyes.
She loved her brother. She was proud of him. It didn’t matter that she didn’t know a Salchow from a Flip.