The past twenty four hours had been the most nerve-wracking of Kojiro’s life. It had been a typical night at “S”, the secretive skateboarding scene in Okinawa. The races had gone well, until his best friend, Kaoru, got insanely injured when his opponent attacked him on the course. Kojiro was now sitting in a chair next to Kaoru’s hospital bed. It was around 1am. Kojiro hadn’t slept. God, he was so worried. He was holding Kaoru’s hand, knowing Kaoru would tease him about it later.