Disclaimer: I don't own Yuri! on Ice.

He had met with Yuri Plisetsky when he was 12. His parents sent him to a Russian training camp. They wanted him to train under an experienced coach and to train the language. He had been learning Russian since the first grade of his elementary school.

His roomate was a Kazakh boy with a stoic expression on his face. Minami wanted to become friends with him, but he turned him down everytime he tried to get close to him. As the day passed by, Minami started to give up the hope of their everlasting friendship.

At next morning, all of the students were standing in the ballet studio of the camp. That was the place when he caough his first glimpse of Yuri Plisetsky. He had shoulder-lenght hair and a so determined expression that scarred the hell out of Minami. Beside him, he felt himself not bigger than an ant.

Minami loved ballet. He loved the air spinning around him and the feeling of freedom. The only problem was that when he let the feeling of joy guide him, he became distracted. Unfortunately, Yakov noticed that.

"Minami, what the hell are you doing?! If you can not follow my instructions, you would rather go home."

"I am sorry," Minami mumbled, grabbing the pole. He lifted up his arm and leg, pouting. 'There is nothing intresting in this!' He knew that every student who came here had learnt the basics of ballet. Then why they had to exercise it again?

"Hey!" Minami looked up. "If you don't do the task properly, fuck off, Chicken Nugget!"

That was his first talk with Yuri Plisetsky.

They met for the second time on the summer after the Grand Prix. Yuuri invited him to spend a few weeks in Hasetsu after his school year had ended.

He was more than willing to accept that, however, he promised his coach that he would tran in Hasetsu as well. Yuuri and Victor came and picked him up. Because of the happiness of seeing him, Minami automatically jumped into Yuuris' neck. After he had let him go, he looked at Victor with an apologetic expression on his face, but the older man just smiled. He knew from first hand how important a relationship between a skater and his idol could be.

At the moment they stepped in Yu-Topia, Minami was tackled down to the ground by the hugs of three excited Nishigori girls.

"Hey, girls! How are you?" Minami asked, patting their heads. With a big brother at home, he really wanted to have younger siblings and those three were good enough for that goal. As they were walking inside, Minami heared a familiar voice.

"Who is this Chicken Nugget?"

"Yuri, it has been a long time!" Minami ran to the young Russian, reaching out his hand. Yuri raised his eyebow. "Don't you remember me?" Yuri touched his yaw with his fingers attempted to think, but shook his head. "Not for a tiny bit?"

"Not at all," came the answer. Minami hung down his head.

"You met in Yakov's camp five years ago," Victor said as a helping attempt.

"My connections from there become stranger and stranger First, Otabek, now the Chicken Nugget, but it is understandable. I can't remember a 7 years old."

Minami became angry. Not enough Yuri did not remember him, but he insulted him as well?!

"My name is not Chicken Nugget!" Minami exclaimed. The air in the room froze. "I am Kenjirou Minami, the next National Champion of Japan!"

Yuri snorted.

"As if a 12 years old kid like you could win anything."

An evil smile appeared on Minami's face. He leaned closer to Yuri.

"I am 18, which means I am older than you," he whispered to the other. "So, I require respect from you, if you talk to me, brat," Minami said, then jumped back, preventing Yuri's punch. He turned around and ran away with a furious Yuri in his heels.

"Victor, what are you doing?" Yuuri asked his fiancé, who had his smartphone in his head.

"Recording the events," Victor said, smiling. "Minami's fans will love it."