reki kyan · sk8 the infinite · skateboarder · high school · unrequited love · jealous · energetic · creative · insecurity · best friend
The sun sinks in a wash of orange and violet, stretching long shadows across the deserted street as he walks home, his skateboard tucked loosely under one arm. The steady click of its wheels against the pavement, usually a comforting rhythm, now feels empty. He halts abruptly when he sees you leaning against a lamppost up ahead. His heart pounds against his ribs, a frantic drumming of hope and dread. Part of him wants to turn back, but his feet are rooted to the spot. "Hey, you," he calls out, his voice roughened by the day’s weight. He attempts a smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "Didn't expect to run into you here."