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Shun tucked his feet up on the bench, laughing at the horrified faces of all the American skaters.
"Their's is so good!" Ilia exclaimed, aghast. "We'll never live up to that!"
The gala was currently being broadcast on a laptop in the dressing room, the Italians doing their group number.
"Do we even have anything choreod?" Evan asked.
"We can just skate around a bit and clap as Ilia does a backflip," Madi said. "Also, we had time to rehearse this yesterday. I seem to recall you guys messing around instead."
"Quick, we can get something done in this time!" Amber jumped up. "Come on you guys. We can't go out there with nothing!"
Shun leaned his head against Yuma's shoulder, content to sit there and laugh at their misery.
"Are you not freezing?" Yuma asked him. He hadn't put his jacket back on after his skate yet.
Shun shrugged. "A little. You're keeping me warm."
He received a kiss planted on the top of his hair. "I do like seeing you in this costume. You look so pretty in it."
"Thanks," Shun blushed. It only worsened when a red winter coat was thrown around his shoulders.
"Here," Yuma said. "I know you are actually cold and just don't want to move."
He pulled the jacket closer around his shoulders, snuggling closer to Yuma.
Across the room, Kaori made a sound of fake-disgust. "Why did I ever try and get you two together?"
"Excuse me?!" asked an outraged Yuma. "What did you ever do? It was me who kissed him!"
"Yeah, you didn't really help."
"You didn't do shit, Shun, so you can't talk. I would go as far as to say you were counterproductive to the whole operation."
"She's right, Shun. You were really your own worst enemy." Ilia shook his head at him from where team USA were trying to figure out what to do between stepping on the ice and Ilia's inevitable backflip.
He didn't bother dignifying Ilia's comment with a response, instead leaning further into his boyfriend. He was perfectly happy to sit on the bench and enjoy the american's panicked state.
The olympics was absolutely exhausting. Every second of his day seemed to be filled with something. Although, when he got some of his seemingly limited free time, he loved being able to spend it with Yuma.
There was no way he'd be able to fall asleep in the racket of the dressing room, so Shun let his eyes flutter shit.
Once again, he underestimated his ability to sleep anytime and anywhere.
•~•
He awoke to Yuma whispering soft apologies to him. The warmth he had felt was gone, but a gentle hand still carded through his hair. He wasn't lying against Yuma's shoulder, instead he was sideways along the bench with a jacket tucked under his head.
Shun cracked an eye open blearily. "Hmm?" he snuffled.
"Sorry," Yuma whispered. "I had to move you to put my skates on, I didn't mean to wake you."
"It's ok. How was the american's team thing? Was it as bad a we thought it might be?" he asked.
"It was worse," Yuma laughed. "I'm surprised you stayed asleep through all of it. They were yelling at each other during intermission because they all thought they were right."
Shun snickered, looking up at Yuma. The frost-blue shirt looked amazing on him, and he found himself lost in his eyes.
Yuma didn't seem to notice his stare, bending down to tie his skates.
"You've got this," Shun took his hand and pressed a kiss onto it.
The smile he received in return could rival the power of a thousand suns.
•~•
The post-gala atmosphere was loud. Shun, usually fairly reserved, was happy to join in today.
He turned away from the conversation he was having with Jun, feeling someone watching him. He turned around and locked eyes with Yuma, flashing him a bright smile.
Yuma was across the room within seconds, taking his hand into a pressing grip. "Excuse us," he said to Jun, who laughed and moved on to talking with Haein.
Feet moving quickly to keep up, Shun found himself dragged into the hallway just outside.
"You're wearing my jacket again," Yuma accused him, crowding Shun against the wall. He was still in his skates, making him just a couple centimeters taller than Shun.
"So what if I am?" he asked back, a teasing smirk on his face.
"You know full well how much I like seeing my name across your back."
Yeah, Shun definitely did. There was a reason he'd thrown this one on in lieu of his own team issued one.
He didn't respond. Instead, he let himself be kissed within an inch of his life by Yuma.
They only pulled apart when they heard a door open and then quickly click shut, and a faint, french-accented, "Fuck no, why is it always me?"
Shun pushed his forehead into Yuma's shoulder, groaning. "That was embarrassing."
"Don't worry about it. Ilia and Misha are far worse then we are, and no one will ever top Shoma and Nathan." Yuma reassured him.
"Yeah, but now we have to go back inside." Shun was kind of dreading it. He knew none of the other skaters cared they were in a relationship, but he was still a bit shy around them sometimes.
"We probably should," Yuma admitted. He tried to drop their hands, but Shun wouldn't let him.
They snuck back inside, hoping no one (except Adam) would've noticed their absence from the room.
Unfortunately, they had no such luck.
"So," Kaori said teasingly. "Where have you two been this time?"
"Nowhere."
"Somewhere."
They two boys looked at each other. Kaori facepalmed.
"It's not my fault he looks so good in this costume!" Yuma tried to defend himself. "And it's Shun's fault, he's the one who keeps wearing my jacket!"
"You are absolutely hopeless," Kaori told him. "I have no idea how you only got together less than a week ago."
"I had to stop myself from kissing him multiple times."
"What? When?" Shun asked, shocked. He had never considered that maybe Yuma had also been yearning just as bad as he was.
"After your skate in the team event, and then again in the kiss and cry and on the podium. At the pairs free skate. On the podium at nationals and after the grand prix final." Yuma rattled off. "And that's just recently too."
"You're telling me we could've been together for months already?!"
"We've all been telling you that this whole week," Ilia piped up. "You two did not help yourselves at all. All you did was suppress your own feelings."
"Shoutout to Kao, the real MVP of putting up with you two. It was all very painful to watch," Ami said.
"I've had enough of being bullied," Yuma pouted.
"That's too bad, we're never going to stop," she told him. "Also, because I think half the skating world is mentally planning their shovel talk to Shun, I'll have you know that if you ever hurt him, I'll put my skate blade through your head."
"Ami, you really don't need to," Shun tried to say, but he was cut off.
"I know. But he'd better treat you right, or else."
"He's treating me wonderfully, honestly. There's nothing to worry about," he reassured her.
"Good." She kept her eyes fixed on Yuma, who finished packing up and gave her a bright smile.
"Shall we go?" He turned towards Shun. "It's getting late, and we should go and sleep."
"Go and sleep, sure," Kaori piped in. "You two have fun." With that, she left.
"What do you say? Shall we go… have fun?" Yuma let the pause linger, making absolutely sure Shun knew what he meant.
"Yeah," Shun grabbed his hand and practically dragged him out of the room, ignoring Ilia's low whistle behind them.
He was definitely on board with Yuma's plans.