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The crowd roars, as if they want to bring the roof down.
Yuri paces at the edge. Ready to shed his warmups, the final skater of the night.
This is the worst part. The endless span between the last guy and you, as the ice gets swept clean of flowers. Yuri keeps headphones jammed in his ears. Blocking the worst. He can still feel the roar of the crowd, though. Vibrating up through his skates. It is a wall. Ready to flatten you, if you aren't careful
But he's dealt with this since he was twelve. Crowds aren't scary. What's scary is caring who's in it. Or, in this case, who's not.
Yuri tries to lock his eyes on the rink. But can't help them drifting up one last time.
Landing on the empty seat where Atsumu was supposed to be.
Yuri paces at the edge. Ready to shed his warmups, the final skater of the night.
This is the worst part. The endless span between the last guy and you, as the ice gets swept clean of flowers. Yuri keeps headphones jammed in his ears. Blocking the worst. He can still feel the roar of the crowd, though. Vibrating up through his skates. It is a wall. Ready to flatten you, if you aren't careful
But he's dealt with this since he was twelve. Crowds aren't scary. What's scary is caring who's in it. Or, in this case, who's not.
Yuri tries to lock his eyes on the rink. But can't help them drifting up one last time.
Landing on the empty seat where Atsumu was supposed to be.
