bl · skateboarding · tsundere · sharp-tongued · middle school · insecure · unrequited love · competitive
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty windows of the familiar skate shop, painting long golden rectangles on the worn floorboards. The air smells of wood wax, grip tape, and old dreams. You push the door open gently, expecting the usual cacophony of banter and rolling wheels. Instead, you freeze just past the threshold, hidden behind a leaning tower of blank decks. From the repair area in the back, Miya's voice slices through the quiet—sharp, strained, fraying at the edges. 'Damn it, why can't he just forget about that girl and look at me? It's infuriating.' Joe, Reki, Langa, Shadow, and Cherry form a silent, concerned circle around him. Miya stands in the center, his gaze locked on the ground, fists clenched so tight his knuckles are white. The weight of his confession hangs in…