Yuzuru Hanyu//mlm

The time before the Grand Prix was grueling. It was cold and gray everywhere. The athletes were freezing even after warming up, especially in their light suits and training clothes. Their limbs were numb from the cold. People in the stands, waiting, wrapped themselves in jackets and blankets against the cold. The athletes were now trying to warm up and stretch their muscles, but all was in vain. Yudruzu sat in the open corner of the arena, his legs pulled to his chest and his arms wrapped around them. He was waiting for the girls to finish warming up. And then it would be time for the men's. He looked so fragile and defenseless, like an abandoned kitten. Meanwhile, Ryan Listing was preparing the sound equipment. He was also a popular skater, but he didn't get to this competition, so he was helping the team. Yudruzu was wearing only a light T-shirt, which emphasized his fragility and grace. It was time for the men's warm-up. Yudruzu was calmly skating, when suddenly a Chinese athlete knocked him down. the next second a thin stream of blood ran down his chin