Yuuri and Phichit had only just made it to their class a second before the bell rang. They were sweating quite a bit. While Phichit fanned himself, Yuuri unconsciously ran his hands through his hair to move his bangs up from the light beads of sweat on his forehead. He continued to lift the hem of his shirt to air himself out.

"Ahem," a gruff voiced coughed out. The two boys who were still in front of the door realized how they were almost late. Phichit gave a soft laugh and introduced himself.

"Hi I'm Phichit Chulanot, from Thailand!" He gave a small wave, and then continued, "And this is my friend, Yuuri Katsuki. We're both transfer students, so please treat us well!"

The entire class' eyes were glued to the one called Yuuri. He was stunning. Yuuri's outfit gave little room for imagination, and the way he slicked back his slightly damp hair… oh god. The girls (and boys) were about to have a nosebleed. They let their eyes roam up and down that heavenly body.

Unfortunately, the sexy Japanese mistook their stares for looks of disgust.

'Ah I've fucked up again, haven't I… And just when I thought maybe I could make friends…"

"AHEM!"

The students looked towards the direction of the brusque voice that belonged to none other than their teacher, Mr. Yakov who eyed them with displeasure.

"As you can all see, yes we have two new students. Don't cause them any trouble. I'm Mr. Yakov, and you will address me as such. Is that understood?"

The boys really didn't have any choice. They nodded and proceeded to sit in the back of the class where there were extra seats.

"Also, I don't accept tardies. You two were awfully close today, but I won't be so forgiving next time. There will be a punishment for those who choose not to follow school polices," Yakov declared, with a strangely evil glint in his eyes. Yuuri mentally made a note to NEVER be late to this guy's class.

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The first classes of the day were mainly uneventful. Sadly, Yuuri didn't have Phichit in any of his other classes, so he was all alone. He didn't bother striking up any conversations with anyone. He probably couldn't even if he wanted to. It didn't help that he showed up nearly late to each period because of his questionable sense of direction. Once it was finally break time, he decided that he would explore the new school for a quiet place to sit (or hide).

Yuuri didn't know such a beautiful school could exist. Since it was an art school, the hallways were lined with beautiful paintings, photographs, and other illustrations. One that caught his eye was a detailed sketch of a poodle. He liked it because it reminded the boy of his own dog, Vicchan. Yuuri remembered that he couldn't wait for school to end so that he could spend time with the only companion that could provide him with solace.

Yuuri ventured deeper into the school. Somehow, he found himself facing a large maple tree. The trunk was immensely thick, and its branches had an extensive reach. The leaves were crimson, with hints of yellow and orange. Whilst admiring the lavish tree, he could hear a soft humming.

Curiosity got the better of our little Katsudon, so he carefully snaked around the trunk to identify the source of the humming. He was surprised to see a silver haired boy who had his eyes closed. Around him were papers sprawled with various music notes and other illegible writings. Yuuri found that he couldn't take his eyes off of the stranger, who continued to hum an unfamiliar but lazy rhythm. He looked incredibly relaxed, with his back against the tree and his legs stretched out freely. Not wanting to disturb him, Yuuri quietly tip-toed away. Or at least he tried. With a loud THUMP! he fell face first into the dirt.

Immediately, the stranger's eyes opened, revealing a clear, mystical, cerulean blue. He went over to help the boy who had just tripped over what seemed to be one of his music sheets.

'Gaaah how embarrassing…" Yuuri thought, mentally smacking himself in the head.

"Are you alright?" the silver haired teen asked. Instead of offering a hand like a normal person would, he grabbed Yuuri by the waist and lifted him up. Since Yuuri had been virtually starved of human contact, he was extremely sensitive to touch. Whenever someone had only accidentally brushed his shoulder, he would flush, and feel immensely uncomfortable. This caused him to flip the fuck out and slap the stranger's hands away. Yuuri bolted out of the area, while blushing furiously.

"This feels like déjà vu. I've been rejected, and twice for that matter," the stranger sighed. He collected his papers and neatly placed them into his bag.

"I'll catch you, little piglet. Just you wait and see."

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A/N: I apologize for the rushed feeling of this chapter. I really wanted to get something out today, despite it being 12 AM :C But I hope you enjoyed! And I think I will have Viktor's major be composing music, it suits him and the plot quite well. Thanks for the feedback, I really appreciated it everyone!