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Victor remembers the first time he heard it, watching the way Yuuri’s body sang without words. It was a frenetic and panicked melody, scratching against the soundtrack of the skate, a cry in notes of anguish fighting against the upbeat jaunts playing on the loudspeaker. Victor had to look away.
Then came Stammi Vicino. Victor heard every aria while he watched Yuuri skate, but instead of the crooning tenor, it was sung by a soprano, Yuuri’s movements promising that there would be an end to the loneliness of Victor’s song.
In Hasetsu, Victor enjoyed the hum of a well-practiced melody while Yuuri skated figures, each movement thrumming chords of a well-loved instrument, a maestro who made the familiarity of those notes profound. Victor wondered if anyone had ever heard his music.
After all those months together on the ice, Victor could hear Yuuri’s lyrics with the music of his body. He relished in the seductive whispers of Eros, and the lofting declarations of Yuri on Ice.
But it was the quad flip in the end that sang the most beautiful song.
Because the moment he launched into the air, Yuuri sang at the top of his lungs: I love you.