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All Katsuki Yuuri wanted to do, was to dance. To sweep across the ice and fly.
It didn't matter if he didn't have "The Gift". All that mattered was the snowflake on his hip. The small, intricate snowflake that swirled small delicately beautiful silver lines across his skin. He didn't care about the words, the insults. How fat they said he was. His mate was made for the ice.
He will stand on it.
So Yuuri tried hard. He danced till his toes bled, he glides across the ice until his hands are cold and freezing, he jumps and spins until he stops falling, until he lands every single one of his jumps. He dances to the music his body makes.
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Because Katsuki Yuuri is fifteen and hasn’t presented yet, his peers who had already had their awakening at eleven, like a normal person would, and coupled with the fact that he dances Ballet and figure skates made him a target for bullying at school. Because they said that boys aren’t supposed to be graceful, they aren’t supposed to be beautiful. Men can't be beautiful. Only omega boys should be as pretty as Yuuri was, and yuuri wasn’t even an omega. He didn’t even have a gift, he hadn’t presented, he was a failure of nature, he wasn’t anything at all.
But yuuri still dances. Because yuuri wants to stand on the same ice as his mate. He knows that one way or another his mate will come to the ice, so he will be there.
Waiting.
Though lost in his thoughts, yuuri couldn’t help but anticipate for the bell to ring. The clock always seems to tick so slowly, whenever you’re so close to the end of the day. He heaved another sigh for the nth time. The teacher is droning about mathematical sequences. Why did math have to be the last subject for today? It’s already hard to stay awake.
“Katsuki – kun what is the explicit form of sequence? Can you give us an example? On the board”
Yuuri stood and headed to the front. Murmurs immediately exploded among his classmates. Nothing good as always. It It was nothing new, but it was the first time he was caught unaware though.
“Sir the explicit form of sequence is the value or position of n in the sequence. For example:” Yuuri illustrated the example on the board.
“ I substituted the a, b, c, with the underlined numbers. Then computed and transposed so that I can derive the proper formula for solving the sequence. “
“Thank you Katsuki – kun, for that wonderful example. But we aren’t on the quadratic yet. Though it is good that you do your studies in advance. It isn’t a reason for you to not pay attention to class.” The teacher scolded.
“ Yes sir, I’m very sorry, it won’t happen again." Yuuri murmured.
At that moment the bell rang and the students scrambled to pack up. Yuuri hurried to his desk and gathered his stuff. He was already late, Minako- sensei’s going to kill him
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Yuuri was panting as he stopped in front of Minako’s studio. He immediately went to the locker room and changed into a leotard, he took out his pointe shoes and slid them on, making sure they’re snug before proceeding to practice. He started doing some warm up stretches in front of the mirror.
As he stood from a split he could feel the comfortably familiar burn of well used muscles. He stood into position and started going through forms. He can feel the rhythm. He can hear the music start to play in his head.
A handsome man from a far away land he had arrived in town. He had every fair lady of the town's attention. But this alpha only sought for the most beautiful and desirable omega there ever was.
Yuuri pointed his left foot upward and with his right at en-point, as he lowered it he turned and switched into a pirouette.
As he walked around the town, he was greeted by the town's people, smiling and laughing. Suddenly he caught sight of a man who was so beautiful, even the birds seemed to follow him, even the flowers seemed to grow in his direction.
Yuuri did a chassè, then a fouettè and then proceeded to glide across the room.
The man chased after the omega. His mouth spouted words, with promises of passion and love, his desire for the omega was as tangent and blazing as the morning sun.
Yuuri did a plie then did a jump split. As he landed he shifted, doing a pirouette again, then ending with his arms around him like a passionate embrace.
Yuuri was startled when he suddenly heard clapping by the doorway. He dropped the position and turned around. Minako was standing there wearing a smile on her face.
“That was beautiful yuuri...” Said Minako.
Yuuri face burned red, his embarrassment and anxiety was making itself present. It wasn’t as good as Minako thought it was, it was just something he’d thought of in a whim.
“I’d like to see you dance it on ice someday yuuri...”
Well if Minako thought it was beautiful enough to dance on the ice then, yuuri believes her. Because anything worthy of the ice is beautiful. Only the best is deserving of the ice. He will offer nothing less than that.