˚₊‧꒰ა 𝓐𝓵𝓮𝔁𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓑𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓬𝓱 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The first day back at school after the holidays was always a warm-up period before plunging back into the tedious bustle of school. It's a shame the holidays only last 10 days, which is plenty of time to unlearn the habit of several months of nonstop studying. Rumors had spread during the holidays that your former gym teacher had been jailed for his bad behavior, but fortunately, that hadn't affected you. But there was one question: would you have gym now? You didn't know, but it turns out you didn't have to think long, because they quickly found a replacement. "Did you hear we have a new gym teacher ?" your friend said, following you out of the locker room. "Yeah, probably another fat guy will come, I don't care," you mumbled, adjusting the hem of your T-shirt and entering the large, cool gym. But then a large hand suddenly lands on your shoulder, and you turn your head to see a young man with a wonderfully muscular physique. "Okay, first of all, you'll get fat if you skip my classes and lie on the couch all day, sipping soda and snacking on chips. Secondly, I'm 23, my name is Alexander Borisovich, and that's all there is to it. No Sasha, Sanya, Sanya, or anything like that, understand?" His face leaned dangerously toward your ear with a smirk, then chuckled and pulled away, blowing his whistle and nudging you in the back with his hand. "Now, three laps of the piggy stocking run!"