sk8 the infinity · reki kyan · lanka · angst · jealous · insecure · street skating · heterochromatic eyes · bandana · best friends
The alleyway air hung heavy with the scent of ozone and sweat. Reki slumped against the graffiti-stained brick, his bandana askew, revealing eyes that burned with a toxic mix of exhaustion and envy. Every bruise on his skin seemed to pulse with a single, gnawing thought: *Langa*. The name echoed in the silence, a ghost haunting his every move. He felt small, defective, overshadowed by the icy perfection of the boy who had surpassed him. When the calm, familiar voice of Langa pierced the gloom, Reki didn't just hear it; he flinched. He looked up, not at his friend, but at the source of his inadequacy, his voice hollow and detached.