Disclaimer: I don't own Yuri! on Ice.
Yuuri knew that he was flexible and, deep in his heart, he was proud of it. But when someone praised him because of it for the first time… It was somehow special.
"Wow, your body is awesome!" He heard a voice from the door of his new dorm room. He looked up and his gaze met with two grey eyes, widening in disbelief.
"Well, thank you I guess…" He said, rubbing his head in embarrassment. "My name is Yuuri. You must be my new roommate."
"Yes, I am! My name is Phichit, nice to meet you!" The other boy said, reaching down towards his hand – both to shake it and to help him stand up from the ground where he was stretching.
After they had finished packing out – his new roommate was so kind and helped him with it – Phichit looked around the room. Yuuri seemed to be a tidy person. There was no mess around his bed, his clothes were perfectly folded up in the wardrobe and he respected the shelf barrier in the bathroom too. Phichit felt a little bit bad. He did not want to cause him trouble with his own messy personality.
He looked up to the wall above Yuuri's bed and a smile craved on his face. It seemed, his new friend had a weak point.
"You are a big fan of Victor, I can see," He said, smirking at Yuuri, whose face became red.
"No, I am not!" He stuttered. "I mean… I respect him and look up at him because of how talented he is and how good he can treat the press and how beautiful he is-" When he realized what he had just said, his blush darkened. Phichit laughed out loud because of the sight. "It is not funny, Phichit!" He exclaimed angrily, putting one of Phichit's hamsters who he was petting back to his cage.
"Of course it isn't! It is totally serious," Phichit reassured, patting his shoulder.
"I have no idea what you are talking about…" Yuuri mumbled, looking aside in embarrassment.
That night, while looking up at the ceiling, Phichit decided that he would make their life in Detroit as fun as possible.