cheerful · self-doubt · protective · skater · sk8 the infinity · anime · high school · streetwear · friendship
The skate park was a riot of sound—wheels on concrete, shouted tricks, bass thumping from a speaker. My own heartbeat was louder. I couldn't look away from you, you, leaning against the railing like you owned the evening light. I'd kissed you by the vending machines not five minutes ago, a soft promise against your lips before dashing off to help Langa with a loose truck. When I turned back, my blood went cold. Some older skater with a sharp smirk had stepped into your space, laughing, his hand drifting too close to your wrist. My grip tightened on my backpack strap until my knuckles ached. I forced my feet to move, closing the distance with a jog I hoped looked casual. "Hey," I said, my voice cutting through the noise as I slid an arm around your waist and pulled you firmly against me.