“Today, we will be working in partners.” Today, Shiki heard the one thing she kind of didn’t want to hear. She didn’t really like doing partner work all with people that weren’t friends all that much.
Like most universities, Enyo had its set of general education requirements. For Shiki, she had knocked out most from classes in high school. However, she hadn’t cleared all the requirements, and so the class she was in right now was for that.
The class wasn’t bad at all. Shiki thought it was an okay class; she liked what she was learning. She didn’t have anyone she knew well or was goods friends with in this class, though, so she made sure she never missed class. There wasn’t anyone she could contact, and Shiki was sure that if she asked the professor for a summary of what she missed, she would be asked why she hadn’t asked any of her classmates first. And the suggestions to make connections after would not be something Shiki wanted to listen to.
It wasn’t that she didn’t recognize anyone either. She recognized a few people from other classes she had or from seeing them often on campus. Some even lived in her housing community. Some were just well-known students.
Kind of like the guy that sat next to her.
Yuri Plisetsky was pretty famous on campus for being a professional figure skater. His achievements were known campus-wide, and most students knew who he was. Shiki knew about him before she had discovered that he would be attending Enyo, as she followed the figure skating scene and he was one of the few skaters that was her age. But sitting next to him in class was something that she did not account for; and so when he sat down in the seat next to her the first day of class, Shiki had been totally unprepared to handle it. She soon found out that she didn’t even have to worry about dealing with him, though, because, well…
The boy was totally unsociable. Or at least, he came off that way. His face varied from serious to frowning; there was no venture into the positive spectrum and he came off strongly whenever he participated, a combination of intimidation and confidence. Shiki was not surprised, as Yuri was infamous for his “punk” attitude. Some of the students in her class had tried to socialize with him and appeared to be blown off, so Shiki kind of steered clear of him. The most “socializing” she did with him was passing papers.
“You will be working in partners, with the person sitting to your right.” Shiki’s back stiffened when she realized who her partner was. Her eyes darted sideways briefly to the figure skater. It was one thing to just sit next to him, but now she had to talk to him.
Would she make it out alive? She didn’t even know. But one thing was for sure. She was going to do this no matter what. There was no way she was getting out of this, so she had better suck it up and deal with it.
Receiving the worksheet, she stared down at the instructions. They were to discuss the topic listed and write down their thoughts. For her and Yuri’s topic, it was friendship.
Great. Here goes nothing!
Turning sideways, she faced Yuri so she could speak to him. Everyone else around her did similarly, chatter filling the air as they began to discuss. She gave a small smile to him, hoping to be amicable as possible.
“So…uh…what do you think? About the topic. What do you think about friendship?” Shiki asked, wincing inwardly at how stilted she sounded.
Fuck. Partner work. Two words Yuri absolutely hated. First of all, he hoped this was simply an in-class exercise, because anything else would be pure torture. Yuri was a good student, he did his work (mostly), and he studied for his tests, though most of his focus went towards his skating, which is usually what he did after school. A partner or group project meant wasting his skating time, something he did not approve of.
And second of all, he barely knew anyone in this class because Yuri really hadn’t taken the time to get to know anyone yet. Actually he wasn’t really sure if he planned on getting to know anyone. School was for school, not friends.
He didn’t even like this class, some random general requirement class he was forced to be in, so he had chosen to get it out of the way now, rather than deal with it later. He was still feeling a bit undecided about what he wanted to major in, but his grandfather had been adamant about wanting Yuri to finish school, so he’d kept it up, though he knew the only thing he really wanted to do was skate.
They were going to be working with the people directly next to them, and directly next to him was a girl he’d never talked to. He’d seen her glance over at him a few times, but that wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. He was a well-known figure skater, and even if people weren’t familiar with the sport, most people knew who he was simply because of rumors, which seemed to spread fast around the campus. Unfortunately, he had no idea who she was; he never thought to ask.
He flicked his green eyes in her direction. She was smiling, though it seemed forced? No, that wasn’t right...worried perhaps? Yuri was terrible at reading people so he really couldn’t tell.
The worksheets were handed out, and he was about to ask what topic they had, when she turned to him and asked him what he thought about friendship.
“HAH?!” Yuri yelled, probably the loudest he’d been in class thus far. Reaching out, he grabbed the worksheet off of her desk and scanned it himself, his brow twitching. What a horrible topic!
Well, it wasn’t all that terrible, it was more that Yuri didn’t have a great deal of experience with friendship. How the hell was he supposed to answer a question like that?!
“Friendship, huh...” he grumbled, placing the paper back on her desk. He rest his chin in his hand, puffed out a large puff of hair.
“It’s fine or whatever...if you know good people,” he scoffed. This girl seemed much nicer than he was, and he could tell from her smile that she had to have at least a few friends, so she was most likely far better suited to answer this question than he was.
“You look like you have a better answer to this than I do,” he grumbled.
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