The school was close enough for Yuuri to walk to. He took in the delicate autumn breeze and inhaled deeply. The leaves had begun to change their colors. Some were crimson, some yellow. He was impressed by the various shades of color that foilage could be.

"Hello?" a gentle, yet energetic voice called out.

Yuuri sharply turned around, as he was a little surprised since he had been so immersed in his strange observation of the leaves. When he looked at the person who had reached out to him, he was surprised by their appearance. The speaker seemed to be a teenager rivaling his own age. His skin was tan, and he had dark, short hair that abruptly stopped before his eyebrows. His bright grey eyes shimmered with enthusiasm.

"Oh, h-hello. Did you need something?" Yuuri politely asked, although his inner thoughts were in turmoil. Had he done something wrong? Did he block his way and not realize it? Maybe he stepped on the guy's shoe?

The stranger smiled.

"Hi! I'm Phichit Chulanont. I'm from Thailand, so excuse my accent, haha!"

"A-ah. I'm Yuuri Katsuki."

There was an awkward moment of silence. Yuuri internally cringed at himself for being so bad at conversing with people.

"So…." Phichit started, "Are you heading to Silver Winters Academy of the Arts?"

Yuuri nodded.

"What do you major in?"

"Modern dance. And you?"

"Photography! Wait… you dance?! That's so cool! I guess I could kinda tell from your sculpted body," he giggled.

And sculpted was Yuuri's body indeed. The tight shirt that Minako sensei had forced him to wear outlined his tight stomach muscles, crafted pecks, and curvy waist. The raven haired teen blushed, lightly hugging himself in order to try and cover his body from prying eyes.

"Awwe, don't be shy," Phichit laughed, while giving him a gentle smack on the shoulder.

"I-I was forced to wear this by my dance teacher…" he mumbled. "She threw away my other clothes."

"You must've had a bad sense of fashion for her to do something like that…" Phichit joked. But he realized that Yuuri was trying to shield his even redder face with his hands.

"I guess it was pretty b-bad…" Yuuri whispered, blushing even more.

Upon first impression, Phichit thought that the boy must have not liked him, due to his lack of speech. But he quickly realized he was wrong. Yuuri Katsuki was an adorable guy, he just had trouble expressing himself in words, it seemed. The Thai boy found his shy, almost anti-social demeanor extremely cute.

"Anyways, school is about to start. I'm a second year. I've just transferred in this year, so I'm afraid that I don't have any friends yet," Phichit revealed. "Will you be my first?"

Yuuri's eyes widened. Phichit would be his first friend in America. Maybe making friends wasn't as hard as he thought.

With a small smile, Yuuri nodded and shook hands with him.

"I guess… you'd be my first friend here too," the Japanese teen shyly stated.

Phichit's eyes gleamed with excitement. "W-wait a minute. I'm you first friend here? But you speak English so fluently, I assumed you've had many friends here."

Yuuri's eyes slightly darkened. The reason why he never really made any friends was because of the trust issues he had with other people. He also moved around pretty frequently, and nobody bothered to keep in touch with him anyways.

"W-well, I actually just moved from New York," he managed to say. It wasn't really a lie. It was true, but just not the whole truth.

The boy from Thaliland was able to detect the slight aversion towards his question but he didn't press the topic any further.

"Well we should head to class then, huh?"

"I guess so."

"Ah… I have math first thing in the morning! This sucks…" Phichit complained.

"Huh… I do too. Which teacher do you have?" Yuuri inquired.

"Mr. Yakov."

"… Me too!"

Phichit started squealing and took Yuri's hands in his own. Yuuri was slightly taken aback, but he welcomed the skin ship. It had been so long since he experienced it, after all.

When they heard the bell ring, they gave a quick look at each other thinking, 'we're screwed' and sprinted down the halls trying to find their class.

Yuuri made a sharp turn at the corner, and felt a strong impact, which soon led him to fall to the ground.

"Ittai…." he mumbled while rubbing the back of his head.

When he opened his eyes, he found that he had bumped into another person.

"Ah! I'm so sorry? Are you alright?" he asked with worry in his voice. He quickly helped the person up but soon realized that he only had a half a minute before school started. He bowed deeply and gave a sincere apology before running to his class.

Yuuri didn't feel the cerulean eyes trace his figure as he rushed away.

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Quick Author's Note!

So each person has an artistic ability. Please recommend some to me based on their characters!

Yuuri: modern dance, Yurio: ballet, Viktor: ?help? maybe violin, idk, Phichit: photography, Chris: fashion, JJ: Rock music, Otabek: Saxophone, Seung gil: architecture, Minami: modern dance, and the other characters would be helpful too. If I can even fit them into this little fic lol.