Time flew fast for the doctor and patient and they had to call it a day. Since Viktor was Yuuri's last patient for the day, they got out of the office and went out of the hospital together.

"I'll be off now," Yuuri said, deciding to be the first one who would depart. "I look forward to seeing you again, Dr. Katsuki," The Russian male said with a crooked half smile.

"Just call me Yuuri," the doctor suggested and Viktor nodded. "Dasvidanya Yuuri,"

******

Yuuri remembered the certain shoes in his car. "Well, It doesn't seem like a bad idea," the boy muttered. So he drove to a nearby place and parked. Some of the people there were familiar to him already.

"Hello Yuuri," a cheerful boy greeted who always carried a selfie stick. "Phichit-kun! Nice to run into you," Yuuri man hugged the tanned male. "What are you doing here?" He wondered. "Aren't you joining a free skate competition soon?"

"Yes, I will compete but I decided to stay here in Japan for awhile,"

"Ahhh okay~ I really hope you'll win. You deserve it," Yuuri said genuinely. Around the block, there was a silver-haired boy walking to the place, carrying his favorite pair of skating blades. It was a gift from a dear friend of his, Chris.

Speaking of Chris, that friend of him still called him, for he knew about the Russian's mental health condition. So he walked into the skating rink, payed a cheep fee then he saw his doctor, Yuuri, talking to another boy.

But the thing that he focused we're on the blades his doctor was holding. He silently walk to the lockers, putting away his toms, ignoring the shocked clerk.

"When will you ever teach me how to land a triple axel?" He heard Yuuri ask the other dark haired boy.

"When I come back from Singapore.I promise," the unknown man replied.

"Get autographs for me will ya?" Yuuri gave the boy a pat on the back as then, the unknown not to Viktor, smiled and excused himself for a bit.

Yuuri placed his glasses firmly on the bridge of his noes, tying his shoes. Then he saw someone walk up to him.

"V-viktor!" Yuuri looked at him and the perfect boy flashed him a charming smile. "So you skate?" Viktor raised his left brow as Yuuri looked down. "Yeah but I'm not as good as you are."

"I heard that you wanted to learn how to do a triple axel. Want me to help you?" The silver haired offered. "Well I know how to do it. Just landing it seems tricky. Yuuri scratched the nape of his neck as Viktor thought to himslef for a while.

"Well, how about I teach you how to land?" Viktor suggested and Yuuri's eyes widened. ' My idol wants to teach me?! ' He thought.

"S-sure."

The pair walked to the rink silently, Viktor humming a familiar tune. "Soo let's begin!" Viktor said.

******

Phichit went back to the skating rink caring some pizza take outs. As soon as he checked on Yuuri, he felt his soul move out of his body because of two reasons.

1) Viktor Nikiforov, his idol, is standing there before him.
2) Yuuri blew his mind by perfecting three consecutive jumps, a toe loop, a tripple axel and a lutz.

"Yuuri!" Phichit said as he went up to the Japanese male.
"Oh Phichit-kun, did you see that?!" Yuuri asked estatically. "I sure did! I'm so proud of you,"

Then Yuuri realized that Phichit and him are not alone. "O-oh uhm Viktor, This is my friend, Phichit Chulanont." He introduced.

"Ah so you're Phichit. Hi!" The Russian said and shook hands with the tanned male.

"Are you really Viktor Nikiforov?!" Phichit said, losing his cool little by little.
Viktor have a small smile, "The one and only."

"Oh I brought some pizza, let's eat!" Phichit announced enthusiastically. They sat at a table outside the rink and are in silence.

Who am I kidding?

It was more of them eating pizza while Phichit and Viktor talked about Yuuri's dark past while Yuuri wanted to disappear.

"-And then Yuuri was on the verge of wetting his pants when we rode a roller coaster in Detroit one day!"

"No way!" Viktor giggled as he listened attentively at the younger's story. "P-phichit-kun! I t-told yo-you to keep quiet!" Yuuri scolded, clearly flustered.

"What happened next?"

"Viktor!"