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comission fic for becca (@beccadrawsstuff)!!! She requested some fic about her wonderful oc Hana who i love and is my neice and i was more than thrilled to do so, and in the process i got very attached to literally every ch in this au aha :) you can find more about hana here, and the title comes from this beautiful song that becca said is hana’s free skate music!! becca, you���re awesome <3333

Fuyuko was humming as she danced around her room, cleaning up some of the objects scattered about, and Hana couldn’t help but watch her from her spot on the bed, admiring how pretty and graceful Fuyuko was.

“Sorry, what does your free skate outfit look like again?” Fuyuko asked, looking over her shoulder and smiling at Hana, which never failed to set off the butterflies in her stomach. “I remember you said it was a flower, but I can’t seem to remember which one, sorry.”

“No, don’t be sorry,” Hana smiled back, knowing how spacey Fuyuko was, “It’s based on an amaryllis, with a lot of-“

“Oooh, those are gorgeous!! I’ve been meaning to add them to my garden!” Fuyuko chirped, picking up a small bag from her desk and flopping down next to Hana as she rifled through it. “Now, let me think…what makeup would look great and not be too awful to do often?”

“You don’t have to-“

“Hacchan, I told you, I really want to!” Fuyuko’s smile was practically sunshine, and Hana felt herself blush as she looked away, a smile of her own appearing as a flurry of butterflies erupted in her stomach.

“Okay.”

“Good. Now, what kind of pink is it? Do you have any pictures or-“

The last note faded, and Hana let out a deep breath, smiling to herself. Almost there.

"Hana!!!" a voice suddenly called from the entrance, and Hana whipped her head around to find Fuyuko standing at the wall, beaming. "That was beautiful! If you don't medal at this competition, the judges must be crazy or something!"

Hana felt herself blushing, playing with the ends of her ponytail as she looked down at the ice, stammering, "Ah...thank you! You-you're early!"

"Well, I finished with my bees early and it's such a lovely day for a walk, and-oh! Forgive me, you must be Hana's coaches. I'm Fuyuko, she talks a lot about you!"

On the other side of the rink, Hana saw Viktor and Yuuri watching them, both smiling like they were planning something.

“Oh, hello! Hana talks a lot about you as well!” Viktor chirped, skating over to Fuyuko. Hana could only watch as he continued, “She mentioned you weren’t much of a skater, is that right?”

“I’m an awful skater, Hana is just too nice to say so.” Fuyuko laughed, and Viktor looked behind him at Hana, then his husband, still grinning like he had a plan.

Viktor winked at Hana before turning back to her friend, offering, “Well, since you’re here, why don’t you skate for a bit? Hana does need too cool down after practicing!”

"I think that's a lovely idea. It's always more fun to skate with someone else." Yuuri added, and Hana suddenly found herself wishing that a hole would open up in the ice and swallow her whole. They couldn't be serio-

"Oh! I mean, I usually do nothing but fall over. I wouldn't want to stop any of you from doing what you need to do." Fuyuko replied, biting her lip.

"Oh, no, it's no problem!" Viktor grinned, leaning a bit closer to Fuyuko, continuing in a stage-whisper, "This old man could use a moment to sit down instead of skate, anyways."

Fuyuko laughed a bit at the joke, and then looked over at Hana. "Well, alright, if Hana doesn't mind?"

Viktor turned to Hana, eyes wide and excited like one of his puppies, and Hana could practically feel Yuuri giving her a similar look from behind.

"I-no, I don't mind." Hana found herself saying, a wave of nerves hitting her as she watched Fuyuko beam at her.

"Okay! Let me go grab some skates!" she announced, rushing off, leaving Hana and her two senseis alone in the rink.

"What just happened!?" Hana asked, looking at Viktor, who looked absolutely thrilled.

"You're going to skate with your friend for a little bit!" he cheered, skating over to her and hugging her. "Oh, this is going to be so great, you'll skate around the rink together, maybe hold hands a bit as you help her get better-"

"What."

Viktor seemed to deflate a little. "I thought you had a crush on her?"

Hana felt her face turn bright red, frantically looking around him to make sure Fuyuko hadn't re-entered the room. "Oh my god, shishou!"

"I think you two would be absolutely adorable together-"

"Vitya, love, you're embarrassing her." Yuuri interrupted, and Viktor hummed and moved away from Hana over to where his husband was leaning against the wall.

"But you saw it too, ri-"

Yuuri interrupted with something in English, and Viktor leaned his head back and laughed like a child, bright and thrilled, before replying excitedly, moving slowly closer to Yuuri, who didn't seem to mind, shoving Viktor gently when he pressed an enthusiastic kiss to his cheek.

"They're really sweet together, aren't they?" Hana heard from behind her, causing her to jump slightly before she realized it was just Fuyuko, wobbling heavily on battered, borrowed skates.

"Oh, let me help you get over to the wall!" Hana fretted, reaching for Fuyuko's hands, trying to be gentle as she pulled her to the side of the rink.

Fuyuko laughed a little breathlessly, pulling away from Hana to grasp onto the wall like it was a life preserver. "See, I told you I'm awful."

"No, you're doing just fine!" Hana told her. "My mom can't even move an inch on the ice before she falls, and you made it to center rink and then over here without falling! That's really good!"

"Well, from there to over here isn't that far. And you were helping me a lot." Fuyuko said, modestly, but smiling anyways. "So, what do you want to do?"

"Well...maybe we can do a couple of laps around the rink? It'll probably help you get used to standing and moving about, especially since we're already near the wall." Hana suggested. Fuyuko smiled, and Hana felt butterflies in her chest.

"Sounds perfect." she agreed, holding out her hand to Hana, biting her lip again before saying, "For balance?"

"R-right." Hana stuttered, taking her hand and slowly starting off around the rink, blushing at the looks she saw Yuuri and Viktor giving her.

Almost the second Hana, Viktor, and Yuuri set foot in the rink being used for her first competition, reporters surrounded them, microphones and cameras right in their faces as they all rapidly asked questions.

“Mr. Katsuki! Mr. Nikivorov! What are you doing here?”

“It has been a long time since your retirement from the skating world, what kind of comeback to the skating community can we expect?”

“Are you two now in the business of coaching young juniors prospects?”

“Which of you choreographed the routines?”

“Who is this young lady? What can we expect from her today?”

Her coaches both put a firm arm around her and steered a very dazed Hana away from the throng, neither saying a word until they were in the locker room.

“Oh, my god, I forgot how awful they are.” Yuuri sighed, slowly lowering himself down to the bench. “The only thing I never missed about competing.”

“There weren’t that many out there, lubamoya.” Viktor laughed, sounding a little breathless as he sat down next to him.

“And I forgot how much you love the attention.” Yuuri grumbled at him before looking up at Hana, “Are you alright, Hacchan?”

“I-you two are-oh my god?” Hana stammered. “You are the Yuuri Katsuki and Viktor Nikivorov??”

Both men blinked at her.

“…Yes?” Viktor replied. Hana stared.

“Oh my god.”

“…You didn’t realize until now?” Yuuri asked.

“No! I just thought-well, I just thought you were this really cute couple that just happened to be great skaters! I didn’t-I didn’t really think it over! Oh my god, I’ve watched your old routines so many times, how did I not realize you two were so huge when you were competing-“

She was interrupted by her coaches’ laughter, both of them leaning into each other with the force of it, and she stared at them in disbelief.

"This isn't funny!!"

"We thought-we thought you were being polite not to mention our skating careers!" Yuuri giggled.

"This actually explains a lot!" Viktor snorted.

"I-honestly!" Hana huffed, adjusting her ponytail. "Yeah, thinking about it, that makes a lot of sense, but I still-how was I supposed to know!"

"Oh, Annushka, you wonderful girl. Give me a hug." Viktor requested, standing up and continuing, "This doesn't change anything, you know. You're fabulously talented, and I just know you're going to be fantastic!"

"Honestly, I like that you didn't know." Yuuri hummed, joining the hug. "It makes how we met you even better, because you were just genuinely asking two people you thought were talented, not because we were famous skaters."

"I-you guys are the best." Hana told them, hesitating for a moment before she asked, "Do you really think I'm going to do okay today?"

"Absolutely." Both coaches said in unison, the hug continuing a moment longer before Viktor pulled away and clapped.

"Now! Time to get ready to blow all the others away!"

"Everyone else is so talented." Hana murmured, watching the competitor before her dance almost effortlessly across the ice, the music loud in her ears as it finished.

"So are you." Yuuri reassured, his hand on one of her shoulders. "It's going to be alright, Hacchan. No matter what, me and Viktor are rooting for you."

Hana frowned, looking out at the mass of people in the stands. "You'll probably be the only ones."

"Shh, they'll fall in love with you the second you take the ice." Viktor said, watching them announce the scores of the last girl.

"But-" Hana swallowed, nerves making her stomach twist. "But there's so many people, and what if I fall or mess up or-"

"Hana." Viktor interrupted, putting his arm around her. “It’s going to be alright. You’re going to be amazing, and no matter what, we’re here to support you.

“And if it gets too overwhelming, find one thing to focus on.” Yuuri added, absently smoothing her hair as he looked around the rink. “A poster, the wall, a feeling, a person…”

Viktor looked at his husband and beamed. “Yes, that’s perfect.”

“It helped me.” Yuuri hummed. “You know the routine like the back of your hand. Don’t overthink it. And no matter what, we are proud of you, alright?”

Hana’s name was called, and she skated out to center rink, feeling her limbs shaking as she tried to find something to focus on in the immense crowd of people and shove away the heavy feeling of doubt in her heart.

Suddenly, she heard a yell from her left. “GO!!! HANA!!! YOU’RE THE BEST!!!!”

Hana looked over, surprised, to see Fuyuko there, beaming at her from the very front, holding a bright yellow sign with Hana’s name on it and a doodle of a flower, giving her a thumbs up.

And just like that, Hana knew what to focus on, feeling a strange sort of calm wash over her as she smiled back at Fuyuko, took her stance, and the music began.