Here I am again, like a lonely chicken stuck in an empty, quiet coop. Yuri had nearly fallen asleep several times, while Viktor still can't stop thinking about the tiny boy in his pocket.

Briiiing~!

Yuri jolts up in shock and it takes him a second to realize where he is. Oh. Right. I'm still the size of an ant inside of Viktor Nikiforov's blessed bungalow of a jacket.

The senior student stands up from his seat and gathers his binder and books, heading out the door and Katsuki remaining with him. Viktor conveniently runs into a lot of people, with them saying, "Hey", "How's it going?", or – when they're girls – just letting out a flustered giggle. He's a big hotshot in the school, and almost every girl seems to have a soft spot for him. I mean, who wouldn't like Viktor Nikiforov? He's incredibly kind, devilishly handsome, intelligent, and very rich – coming from his family line. The boys, on the other hand, mainly like him for his talent and dedication to sports teams.

Before Yuri knows it, Viktor already dropped off his books in his locker and is heading towards the Men's Change Room with his sports bag. Holy shit.

Never EVER had Yuri thought about having the absolute luxury of seeing so many hot guys in the same room. The same room as him, no less. Rock-hard abdominals and well-sculpted biceps appear to be at least ten times larger than the average man's, thanks to Yuri Katsuki's miniscule size.

Viktor chuckles as he places his bag onto a bench in the far corner of the room, stopping Yuri from admiring the nosebleed-worthy view when he carefully takes the peering freshman out of his pocket. Considering the way I was gawking just two seconds ago, Yuri groans as he jumps into a valley of sports-bag, he must know now that I'm totally and entirely g— Oh. My. GOODNESS. The poor student quickly shields his eyes from seeing… that.

The impressively-toned Russian man raises an amused eyebrow at the small freshman, which triggers Yuri even more. His personality… Yuri takes a seat facing the bare wall. His appearance… The boy immediately dives into his hands to cover his red, broiling face. How could he get even better?!

"Hey, Viktor," a senior with pointed black hair calls as he throws his Phys. Ed. shirt on. "D'you know where Yuri went?"

The Japanese freshman's head perks up, and his heart begins to pound hard. M-Me?! Since when was I a conversation starter?!

Viktor quickly slips on his athletic shorts and responds with saying, "He must be skipping class again, Georgi." He simply shrugs and then crouches down to tie his laces. "You know how Yuri is."

I frown and stare at Viktor's back in utter confusion. Skipping class?! I never skip class! …I mean, until now… b-but I can't help it! And I don't understand why Viktor would be talking about me like- The answer finally clicks. Ohhh. Yuri Plisetsky. That makes a lot more sense. He clutches his shirt in relief. Thank goodness…

Slowly but surely, the seniors flood out of the Change Room and towards the gymnasium. Soon enough, it's only Yuri, Viktor, and one other student in there. "You coming?" the guy asks him as he brushes back dark, loose locks.

Viktor gives him a smile as he replies, "Yep, I just forgot to grab something. I'll be there in a minute!" The student nods with a grin and makes his way out. The moment he's out of the room, Viktor whips around to face Yuri, the gust of wind nearly knocking him off his seat. He looks at the pea-sized person sympathetically before snuggling right up close, sitting on his knees on the cold, hard floor, and his face inches away from Yuri's. The tiny boy can't help but feel a little flattered yet uncomfortable. "Excited?" Viktor asks, a wide smile painted across his face like a young child.

"F…for what?" the freshman manages to let out.

His kiddish grin slowly transforms into a mysteriously seductive smirk. "Watching me sweat."

Yuri raises both eyebrows, eyes widening. "U-uhm-!"

Viktor laughs "C'mon!", jumping to his feet and scooping Yuri up into one hand, the other grabbing a glasses case. He dashes to the gym, quickly popping the case open and gently slipping Yuri into it. Viktor enters the gym, a large waft of cold, winter-like air blowing into both his and Yuri's face. It gives Viktor a bit of a chuckle thinking about how Yuri has to bear through this sort of shit for who knows how much longer.

"Let's hustle, Mr. Nikiforov!" the buff teacher shouts, seeming impatient by the tone of voice, but his facial expression saying otherwise. I told you everyone likes him, Yuri thinks.

"Yes, sir!" he responds, smiling and carefully placing his glasses case – aka: Yuri Katsuki's abode for the time being – onto the stage, next to a row of water bottles, as well as another glasses case.

Yuri watches Viktor Nikiforov as he jogs to the group of grinning men, feeling a small, sharp stab in his chest. It must be nice to be him. Everyone liking you. Not having any enemies. Being accepted for who you are.

"Let's start off by running laps, boys." the Phys. Ed. teacher tells the group of students. "Go nice and steady in the beginning to slowly get your body ready for our later exercise." He chuckles when he adds, "I shouldn't be held accountable for sore or strained muscles!" All the men line up at different ends of the gym, every one of them prepared to start. The whistle blows, and off they go. Yuri Katsuki keeps his eye on the silver-haired one, immediately losing any earlier trains of thought. The small boy's eyes slowly perform somersaults while watching Viktor complete each lap. After the senior turns the next corner he seems to glance over at Yuri with a warm smile, taking him by surprise and activating an unbearable heat wave of embarrassment within Yuri. Only a couple of seconds later, however, Yuri looks back at him again. This time, he notices the flush on Viktor's face. The edge of his lip curls up in amusement. Watch you sweat, huh? Deal.