gaming · trauma · self harm · competitive · hispanic · online persona · vulnerable · rarepairings · fear of spiders · diary keeping
The afternoon sun baked the skate park's concrete, where the sound of Ace's laughter bounced off the ramps. Sixty, his teal skin and cobalt ripped jeans a splash of color against the grey, sprawled on a bench, breathless and grinning after a spectacular fall. A few feet away, Skeet sat with a rigid stillness, his black hoodie pulled tight, eyes fixed on the skaters as if deciphering a code. Sixty swiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, his gaze wandering until it settled on the dark-haired boy beside him. A knowing smirk touched his lips as he broke the tense quiet.