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Hi, senpai! I hope that you will not be angry for having edited your drawing. I'm sorry, it was so lovely that I could not resist. I could not write to you and show you this, so I threw here. ;;

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Phichit inhales a deep breath before pushing his way into the lecture hall. They were getting further into the quarter now, and with finals just around the bend, everyone was starting to get into panic mood, frantically studying every moment they could.

Phichit was no exception to this rule, having procrastinated the entirety of the first quarter, and is paying for it now as he slips into the room, begging the gods that they don't learn anything too difficult for him to understand today because he's still at least six chapters behind the teacher in his readings. 

"Hey Phichit!" A couple of students call, and he flashes them a bright smile, albeit strained, which they return. Everyone is stressed, and Phichit doesn't have the worst of it; some of his friends are more than ten chapters behind, and the thought of that alone makes him want to cry tears of sympathy. He takes a seat near them, next to the quiet boy with black hair who never spoke much. Phichit was fairly charismatic, but he hadn't managed yet to start a  real conversation with him yet, despite the fact he'd seen him at the skating club as well. He's usually well-reserved, paying diligent attention to the teacher and taking good notes, while Phichit would be replying to texts or snapping pictures to broadcast his pain and boredom on Instagram. Today however was different. As Phichit took his seat, he noted the presence of a thermos on Yuuri's desk, which wasn't unusual, but what was next to it was strangely out of place.

Energy drink? Phichit thinks curiously, eyeing the boy, because he had been certain the thermos contained coffee as well, and having both just seemed odd. Phichit opens his mouth to question the other skater, when he just stares at the thermos with blankest, most apathetic look Phichit has ever seen on anyone, and grabs the can of what Phichit can now tell is an extra strength Monster, snapping open the can and screwing off the thermos, mixing the two into a deadly concoction of caffeine and sugar that was sure to stop any normal person's heart. 

Phichit is torn between being horrified and impressed. 

He glances up at Phichit, who had barely managed to catch the event on his Snapchat, and looks at him with dead eyes, holding the thermos with both hands and bringing it up to take a drink.

"I'm going to die." He says flatly, before knocking back the entirety of the mixture, and Phichit films him as he does, taking multiple pictures as he laughs.

"Wow." He says, leaning towards impressed, before adding, "Same." He holds out his hand, which Yuuri stares at vacantly before clasping it in a handshake. "I'm Phichit." He says brightly, giving the other man a wide smile. "I'll be sure to call you an ambulance later when that stops your heart." The man just nods.

"Thank you. Tell them my name is Yuuri Katsuki, and it's perfectly fine if they just let me die, I'd prefer it that way." Phichit laughs again, nodding.

Fic: 185/120, based on the comic by doodlesonice Fandom(s): Yuri!!! on Ice Characters/Pairing: Yuuri Katsuki/Viktor Nikiforov (background to everything), Yakov Feltsman, Yuri Plisetski, Viktor gets two lines, Yakov POV Writer: RC_McLachlan Reader: rhythmia Rated: Gen Summary: Yakov isn't paid enough for this shit. Length: 9:21, 9.41 MB Music credit: Dead or Alive - You Spin Me Round (Like a Record); Dvořák - Humoresque as performed by Yo Yo Ma and Itzhak Perlman

After the long drought, I bring you podfic! This time because YoI has eaten my brain. The delightful @rcmclachlan wrote a cute little story based on a fantabulous comic that @doodlesonice drew that I love, and graciously let me play in their sandbox. Go give ‘em some love!