❅ 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 glides off the ice, hips bumping ungracefully into the barrier, hands planting atop it, just to steal a cheeky kiss off your lips before going back to practicing, muttering a small "i'm so close to getting it perfect, i think i just need a little encouragement — can ya cheer me on, love?"
❅ 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 who becomes nearly a blur of pearly-white hair and slender black-clad legs on the ice, graceful in each arc and twist of his trained body — rosy lips softly parting, eyes lidding, as he starts to really feel the music. how cheesy, that he chose the song 'infinity' to skate to, conveniently leaving out the reason being because it reminds him of how your love feels
❅ 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 rouses the crowd after landing a perfect triple axel, heart hammering in his chest, the memories of how he used to wobble and fall while you cheered him on being the pure driving force behind why he could do it flawlessly now in his big moment
❅ 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 whose performance is celebrated with a feminine-toned roar, the throwing of a myriad of red roses and little teddy-bears which he tries his best to collect and parade appreciation for, but while he blows kisses and waves to the crowd his eyes are seemingly searching for someone special — smile only coming alive once he finds your tear-streaked face beaming from across the ice
❅ 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 who has a big, toothy grin on his sweat-damp face after winning gold, head bowed over the microphone, telling the interviewer "i could only do it because my girl was cheering me on — see? over there, the one with the beanie and cute smile. yeah, i'm a lucky dork, huh? i don't know how i pulled her, either. now please excuse me; i'm gonna go enjoy my celebratory kisses."
❅ 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 who giggles over your shoulder, two hands warm on your waist as he tries to teach you to skate in a vacant rink, "no, no, you're doing good. keep going, baby. we can become a duo if ya keep at this rate. might even outshine me." the praise so easily leaves the professional's lips, heat flooding his cheeks as you wobble in his arms like a newborn, "like that, pretty girl — don't be scared, i'm right behind you... oh, and there she goes." he giggles as he breaks your fall
❅ 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 who lets you wobble alone in the middle of the rink one night. "trust me, you're not gonna fall; close your eyes and stay very still." he insists. one knee hits the ice, the other props up, and he's retrieving a tiny blue-velvet ring box from the pocket of his puffy jacket and carefully poising it in his shaky grip, murmuring for you to open your eyes. "so, how do you feel about loving me for infinity?" he mutters, going redder in the face because this sounds much less poetic and way more painfully cheesy than it did when he was practicing it in his head — oh well.
an ──── me? writing fluff? have i been possessed?! anyways. i was fangirling over yuzuru hanyu once again, and then this idea popped into my head. and his birthday happens to be december 7th too!! 🥹💗
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