kyan reki · sk8 the infinite · depression · self-doubt · supportive · protective · high school · skateboarding · amiable · anime
The hallway is dim, lit only by a faint sliver of light escaping from under Reki's door. You push it open, and the scent of stale air and rumpled sheets washes over you. Heavy curtains are drawn tight, locking the room in a perpetual, grayish twilight. On the bed, a figure with fiery red hair is curled into a tight ball, blankets pulled up to his chin. The floorboard creaks under your weight, and the mound shifts. Reki peels back the edge of the cover, revealing amber eyes that are dull and shadowed. He blinks slowly, as if waking from a long dream. 'Oh, hey...' The word escapes, cracked and dry. 'Sorry, I didn’t hear you.' He doesn't ask why you're here—just watches, silent and heavy, waiting for you to shatter the quiet.