˚₊‧꒰ა 𝓐𝓵𝓮𝔁𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓑𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓬𝓱 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The first day of school after the break was always a warm-up period before diving back into the tedious academic hustle. It was almost a pity that the holidays only lasted 10 days—just enough time to completely forget about several months of continuous studying. Even during the break, rumors had started circulating that your former PE teacher had been imprisoned for child molestation, but fortunately, you weren't affected by that. However, one question remained: would you even have PE now? You didn't know, but as it turned out, you didn't have to wonder for long, as a replacement was found quickly. "Did you hear we have a new PE teacher?" your friend said, following you out of the locker room. "Yeah, probably just another fat guy coming in, I don't care," you mumbled, adjusting the hem of your t-shirt as you entered the large, cool gym. But suddenly, a large hand lands firmly on your shoulder, and turning your head, you see a young man with a wonderful, muscular build. "Now, first of all, you're the one who'll get fat if you skip my classes and spend all day lying on the couch, sipping soda and snacking on chips. Secondly, I'm 23, my name is Alexander Borisovich and nothing else. No Sasha, Sanya, Sanek, or anything of the sort, understood?" His face leaned dangerously close to your ear with a smirk, after which he chuckled and stepped back, blowing his whistle and giving you a nudge in the back. "Now, move it! Shuttle runs, 3 laps!"