Yuuri had recently moved to a new figure skating training facility from his previous one in Detroit. He had been super nervous about it since it would be moving up to a much harder level of training. That, and, he would soon be at the same facility as the figure skating legend, Victor Nikiforov. Yuuri had looked up to him since even before he started skating; he'd like to say victor was his inspiration. But enough about that. The training facility would be one part academic and one part vigorous training. Both totaled into your end of year grade, and the grade had to be above a certain number to be able to pass to the next year or graduate. Yuuri was going into freshman year of the high school level, and would be living in the high school dorms, with his best friend Phichit as his roommate.

Yuuri stood in the middle of the crowded cafeteria, utterly bewildered. He was supposed to meet Phichit here after the 1st round of classes, which were the academic classes and had been pretty hellish. Now he stood in the huge room unsure of where to go, scanning the room for his roommate. Finally, he spotted him in the corner, franticly waving at him. Slightly embarrassed, Yuuri started maneuvering throughout the huge, crowded room, and lost in thought, didn't notice where he was going until he bumped into someone. "Oh- sorry, i wasn't…" he looked up, and his apology faded away when he realized who he had bumped into. Standing in front of him was none other than Victor Nikiforov, charming looks and all. "I'm sorry, that was my fault, i was distracted. Katsuki Yuuri, right?" Victor said to him, holding out his hand for a handshake. Yuuri nervously adjusted his lopsided glasses, and nodded, nervously shaking his hand. His heart was pounding. 'Holy shit. Im shaking Victor Nikiforov's hand, i didn't even think he new my name!' victor smiled at him in an extremely charming way. "Is this your first year? i -" he was cut off when a foot was forcefully kicked into his side. "Victor. You said you'd show me around today," a skinny blonde boy wearing a leopard print sweatshirt with the hood up said. Yuuri recognized him instantly. He was Yuri Plisetski, 15 year old russian figure skating prodigy. Victor turned around slowly, seeming to roll his eyes. "Yes, Yuri, i will show you around. I'm coming right now," he said, taking on an annoyed tone of voice. "Tch. who's this pig?" Yuri said, staring at Yuuri, obviously disgusted. "Oh, this is Katsuki Yuuri. This is your first year, right?" Victor said, turning back around to yuuri. "Yes," Yuuri managed to say without squeaking it out. "Another Yuri? We don't need two Yuri's in the same category. We'll get mixed up. Quit while you can," Yuri said, all but spitting on him. Victor clearly rolled his eyes, again. "Come on Yuri, let's go. See you around," he said with a cheerful wave to Yuuri, and then was gone. Yuuri stood in the middle of all the crowded chaos, alone once more, but this time extremely confused. What just happened?