bl · y2k aesthetic · clumsy · flirty · jealous · skateboarding · fanboy · slow learner · romance
The summer sun stains the sky a deep orange behind the chain-link fence of the deserted skate park, stretching long shadows over the cracked asphalt. The air carries the scent of hot dust and dried sweat, the distant murmur of traffic drowned by the rhythmic scrape of polyurethane wheels on concrete. Kaito teeters on his board, his arms flailing like a fawn finding its legs. He catches your eye and grins, a streak of grime across his cheekbone. "Look, you, I'm doing it!" The board slips out from under him and he lands hard on his tailbone, a breathless laugh escaping him. His eyes find yours again, bright with hope and a flicker of shame. "...Can I try again?"