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New Kid. Again.

     I'm Yuri. Yuri Katsuki. I moved. It sucks. So, yeah. I'm basically depressed about everything. My life has always been nothing, but it just got worse. My only friend, my poodle, Victor, passed away. After that horrible thing, my family decided to move to a small town, slightly different than the other small town I lived in. Why? Search me. Now its my first day at school and everyone's looking at me weird. Yeah, I'm the new kid, whatever, whatever, who cares. I'm just waiting for my school tour guides to show me around. I was lost in thought, when a hand roughly tapped me on a he shoulder. It was accompanied by an irritable voice.
      " You the transfer student, piggy?" I heard the nickname and it immediately brought back bad memories.
       "Y-yeah, I am. And my name is Yuri. Um, please don't call me that..." The mystery guy raised an eyebrow and stepped back. I took this opportunity to check him out. A little shorter than me, and platinum blonde. He had this pissy face that seemed permanent. His school uniform was messy, and his binder was draped over his shoulder; like he was trying too hard to be punk. He was kinda cute, but 1. Definitely straight. 2. Not really my type.
      " Okaaay. Whatever, Yuri. I'm one of your tour guides. Yurio Plisetsky. The other idiot is coming now," He looked behind himself. "Oh. Speak of the devil." I followed his gaze, and my eyes widened. Excuse my language, but holy shit. Like, wow. Wow. Amazing! He was tall, really tall, which I like. He had this silvery hair, fringed over one eye. It was an odd hairstyle but it most definitely worked on him. He had big, icy-blue eyes and eyelashes I could see from across the hall; but the kicker was his smile, the kind of big, truly happy kind of smile I used to have when I played with Victor. God, I miss my little guy... It still brings tears to my eyes when I hear his name. I snapped out of my daydream as the other guide arrived to where we were standing. Yurio spoke angrily to the pretty one.
       "What took you so long, idiot? I was waiting." The pretty one laughed a full, wonderful laugh, and replied to Yurio.
     "Sorry, sorry, I had to feed Maccachin before I left." Yurio rolled his eyes and said he needed to piss. Then the new one turned and addressed me. " Hello, you must be the transfer student. My pleasure. My name is Victor Nikiforov. What Is yours?" My eyes widened and I fell back against the lockers. No...What? Victor?... Why now? I felt a tear slip down my cheek. I wiped it away as fast as I could. I felt a strong hand steady me. I looked up into Vi- I mean, his, eyes. They were full of concern. "Are you okay? What is the matter?" I stood up and composed myself.
      "N-nothing. Sorry, I'm fine. I-im Yuri Katsuki. My pleasure." I managed to give a small, weak smile. I hope it was convincing enough. Somehow I thought it wasn't. Hesitantly, he took his hand off my shoulder.
 
    "If you are sure. Well, here comes Yurio. Ready to start your tour?" His gentle smile warmed my heart. I nodded and gave another shy smile. Yurio strutted towards us, hands in his pockets.

     "Ready to go, bastards?" Both of us nodded in unison and started off on my tour.

         LE TIEM SKEEP \(°^°)/

    After the duo showed me where everything was, I thanked them. Yurio almost immediately set off down the hall, but Victor (I could at least say that in my head now) lingered behind with me.

     "Could I see your timetable, Yuri?" Why would he want...?

     "Um, S-sure, sorry..." I said as I dug the paper out of my binder. I handed the paper to him nervously. He examined it, and then his face seemed to light up. He handed it back to me.

      "We have all of our periods together, except for fourth period, but Yurio is in that class with you."

     I'm in all of Victor's classes but one! Wait... He knows what classes Yurio is in off the top of his head..? I felt a twinge of jealousy in my chest
at that realization. Ugh! Just stop, brain! He'll never love a pig like you anyway! I shook my head quickly and smiled up at Victor.

     "That's awesome. I'm glad I can spend more time with you." Then, an odd expression flashed into his eyes for a second, and I though I might have seen a little blush bloom on his pale cheeks...Naw. Of course not. Why would he blush at my words? I'm imagining things.

    "Well, we should get to class, hmm?" He said in his confident voice that made me question if this guy was even capable of blushing. I nodded and we set off to first period.