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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. 

                                                  what a lie !

          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 ~ ’

When Yuri entered the ice rink, he immediately wanted to turn around when he saw what he did, and heard what he did. Classical music echoed throughout the rink, and wisps of silver hair caught Yuri’s green eyes as he stared at the man, skating about in the middle. 

The last person he wanted to deal with today was Viktor Nikiforov. The man was...an incredible skater. Even now, watching him casually glide across the ice, Yuri was captivated by his performance, and he hated that. Damn Viktor with his damn talent. Still, even with his talent, it didn’t change how insufferable the man was. 

Yuri had already dealt enough with ridiculousness at school, he simply wanted to enjoy his afternoon practicing, not deal with Viktor’s antics. 

Growling, he stormed over to the side of the rink, folding his arms. “Oi!” he called out, cupping his hands around his lips so Viktor could hear him over the music. “Aren’t you a little old to be skating out there casually?!” he snarled, hoping the insult would convince the other to get out of the rink and go away.

“It’s a beautiful sight, isn’t it?” He asked, although it was more of a rhetorical question than a prompt for a reply. He approached the other male without hesitation, seeing as how they were the only two standing in the underwater tunnel. Fish, all around, swam in schools and alone: a myriad of colours and species, making the tunnel live up to it’s reputation and popularity. 

Seijuurou had decided to come to the aquarium today in order to clear his head. He was still on holidays from his course work (not that he hadn’t already caught up with everything and then some), so he had free time to explore the city. After speaking to a few locals, he found himself recommended to the underwater aquarium: and those locals hadn’t been wrong about how breathtaking it was. 

New Year's Kiss || Still accepting

En wasn't quite sure how he had ended up spending New Year's Eve with Viktor Nikiforov of all people. He hadn't been familiar with the award winning skater until a group outing in the winter and even then, he wouldn't dare call him an acquaintance, much less consider the chance that he would spend New Year with him. But somehow -likely through a bit of alcohol and well, Viktor himself - they had ended up staring at the countdown together. As the countdown hit zero, En found himself staring at Viktor, expecting the Russian to initiate a hug or something along those lines. But when the other stood still, En sighed. It was a custom to greet the New Year with a kiss, despite how bothersome that idea seemed to him.

ー New Year Kisses

“Geez Viktor.” Mila chuckled as she crossed her arms before walking over to her rinkmate. Contemplating whether she’d give him a kiss or not. She shrugged as she stopped in front of Viktor.

“Well, it’s the New Year. And you’re one of the best rinkmates anyhow.” She stated before pressing her lips against Viktor’s cheek.

It’s not a pain at all, no worries, friend! Thank you for letting us know, we’ll update the masterlist with the change. Everyone, please make note of this change and don’t accidentally unfolllow! 

Midorima had encountered quite an awful lot of burning Santas over the span of few days, mostly revolving burning beards or hats. To what reason as to why they managed to get themselves on fire was beyond Midorima's imagination.

But how many times must he witness the burning sight of Father Christmas?

"Stop yelling you fool." He said, not amused with the chaos that's going around in the mall. There were already people firing their extinguishers at the Father Christmas-wannabe, trying to put out the flames.

A Charlie Brown Christmas Sentence Starter Meme || Not Accepting 

“Oh yes, very beautiful.”’