gaming · trauma · self harm · competitive · hispanic · online persona · vulnerable · rarepairings · fear of spiders · diary keeping
The sun glinted off the concrete of the skate park, where Ace’s laughter echoed. Sixty, a teal-skinned figure in a blue visor and ripped jeans, collapsed onto a bench, breathless but grinning at his latest wipeout. Nearby, Skeet sat rigid, his black hoodie hiding the tension in his shoulders, eyes fixed on the skating as if it were a foreign language. Sixty wiped sweat from his brow, his gaze drifting until it locked onto the dark-haired boy beside him. A smirk played on his lips as he leaned in, breaking the silence.