Yasuhiro Hagakure x Reader - History Maker

                                    

                                          
A/N: As you can clearly tell by the title, yes, I'm a big fan of Yuri!! On Ice...although the thing with fandoms and me is that whenever I get into a fandom, it's long after someone else has told me about it and I'm generally what you would call 'late to the party'. But the moment I heard the opening song I fell in love with it. Please enjoy! (As a side note, I decided to do Hagakure because come on, he's Hagakure! He's such a silly character that doesn't get enough love.)
                          
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Can you hear
                          
My heart beat
                          
Tired of feeling never enough



                          
You made a final spin, posing dramatically for the audience. As the music faded, there was a moment of silence before wild screaming cheers echoed through the building.
                          
You panted quietly, wiping the sweat from your brow as a bright smile made its way to your face. You adored the feeling.
                          
Your bright eyes scanned the audience, and, upon seeing wild brown dreadlocks you stood and bowed to the crowd, making their cheers amplify.



                          
I close my eyes
                          
And tell myself
                          
That my dreams will come true



                          
"You were totally awesome, (y/n)!" Your boyfriend of two years, Yasuhiro Hagakure, yelled as you walked up to him after changing.
                          
"Thank you, Yasu!" You smiled widely and embraced him tightly, the cold metal of the gold medal felt through your shirt.
                          
"I can't believe you won another gold!" He said, marveling at the shiny golden surface.
                          
"Well, I'm not the Ultimate Ice Skater for nothing!" You laughed with him as you two went to go outside.
                          
"(y/n) (l/n)! (y/n) (l/n)!" Someone shouted, and as you turned around you were momentarily blinded by a flashing camera.
                          
As you blinked rapidly to try and get your vision back, people shoved microphones into your face.
                          
"(y/n)! How does it feel to win your ninth competition in a row?" One woman shouted from the growing crowd around you.
                          
"(y/n)! Will you be returning to Japan or staying in America for this next season?" Another asked loudly, the microphone gently bumping your chin.
                          
"(y/n)!" Someone else yelled. "Are the rumors true that you will be retiring after winning the world finals?"
                          
"Dammit. The press." You muttered under your breath. You tried your best to give them a radiant smile. "Some of these questions I'm afraid only my manager can answer. As for staying or leaving, I will definitely be going back to Japan, and as for winning, I feel ecstatic."
                          
The questions kept coming rapid-fire towards you, and you leaned into your boyfriend to whisper, "Let's get out of here."
                          
Someone noticed and suddenly piped up, "(y/n), who is this man to you?"
                          
"This is my boyfriend, Hagakure." You stated proudly, laughing when he groaned in embarassment and hid his face in your hair.
                          
"How long have you been together?"
                          
"Are you ever planning on leaving him behind in America so you can advance to the finals?"
                          
"Are you ever going to tie the knot, or just leave it as a relationship?"
                          
"I am not comfortable answering these questions." You snapped suddenly, frowning at the paparazzi. "This impromptu conference is over."