Yuri On Ice Novels & Stories

Things were definitely not fine. I pressed my palms over my face, breathing into them, as if I could block out the mess closing in around me, especially hockey and the boys . The very word, hockey , made my stomach twist. I never asked for it, never wanted it, but here I was, tangled up in a sport that demanded everything I didn’t have. My old town barely saw snow; ice skating had been foreign to me until we moved here. Everyone else seemed to skate like they’d been born on ice, but me? I was a stumbling mess, a girl chasing after something that wasn’t hers. It was ridiculous.

By the time she left, the room felt lighter than it had in days. I went back to the ice alone once she was gone. The arena was quiet in the early evening — just the hum of the refrigeration units and the sound of blades on ice. I stepped on and let the cold settle around me, found my rhythm, and began working through the drills we hadn’t finished that morning. I hadn’t been going long when I noticed him. Kai was on the far end of the rink. Moving carefully, his plastered arm held close to his body, jaw set against whatever the effort was costing him. Practicing. Alone, in pain, refusing to stop.

“Get changed and meet me on the rink, let's have a warm up before the coach gets here.” The moment I stepped on the ice, the familiar feeling hit me. I pushed forward, my skates kissing the ice as I moved around to explore. This rink was new, since the old one was abandoned due to faulty buildings. My teammates joined me as we did our usual drills on the ice, the sun was already setting and our new coach who was allegedly a competitive player according to Jordan was nowhere to be seen.

He wiped the back of his sleeve across his sweaty forehead. Then, without warning, his head snapped upward. My breath caught in my throat. I froze, my hand holding the damp rag motionless against the glass. The VIP glass was heavily tinted from the outside. From the rink floor, it looked like a black mirror. No one down there should have been able to see me. But Jarrah’ eyes locked directly onto my silhouette high above the ice. He didn't blink. He stood dead still in the middle of the ice, staring straight up through the dark glass, straight into my soul.