Ep 10 has me inspired. I'll probaly post a few more drabbles centered on the Grand Prix Final as type of prelude to ep 11. I hope you like it.

"Be my coach Viktor"

Those were the drunken words that ignited my curiosity and wonder.

Before that, it was a night of fun and dancing. He was so carefree and expressive, indulging himself and letting his inhibitions go. That memory stayed with me for a long time, even when I was warming up for my performance months later.

During the competition, which was before that memorable night, it was painful to watch anxiety and despair blurring that vibrancy I saw later on at the banquet. I won, and I was happy, but at the same time, I still wondered about him.

I saw him again at the airport and offered him to take a picture as a commemoration for that time at the party, but his eyes…

Those chocolate brown eyes were so heartbroken that made my chest feel tight and fall silent while he turned his back to me and walked away.

Months later, I saw him again performing my program on a video. Seeing him move, the expressions on his face, my mind flashed back to those words.

'Be my coach Viktor

Determination filled me and I didn't hesitate to follow what my heart, which was telling me to go to him and to kindle the spark that I knew, was there.

I went to Japan, followed his words and tried out the springs. It was wonderful, and I loved it, just like he said I would.

We met, and I declared that I'd make you win the Grand Prix. And that was a promise that I'll make sure to fulfill.

Eight months has passed since then, and here we are now, at the Grand Prix Final.

Dear Yuuri, you have given me so much to think about. You've made me discover so many things; understand feelings that I've never experienced before and both of us has grown in such a way that I'm sure that other people wouldn't get.

But most of all; our bond that for me started that party night and for you that day on the spring, was a fragile thing at best but now…now is something that I don't know what I would do without it.

I contemplate the ring on my hand…

Such a simple and beautiful golden band, that makes me spend the time contemplating its spark against the light.

A good luck charm, a way to express your gratitude, an assurance that you'll win the medal that will complement it you say, but there's something that I'm sure is implied that you haven't grasped yet.

A promise…

A promise of something more, of a depth in our relationship that until the moment you slipped the ring on my finger, I didn't know I was giddy to take a step in. That your friend Phichit made such an announcement was the cherry on top.

So now I wonder my dear fiancé. With the golden medal on the line…is there going to be a wedding or not?

I can only wait and hope for the best, but I'm sure that I can make you see things my way.

Now, too see if I can talk Otabek into convincing Yurio to be the maid of honor. His reaction will be hilarious.

The End