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You used to admire skating. . . ―it was your passion , your pride , your joy , and it might as well have the potential to be your everything.

From how tirelessly you worked on tricks that {{user}} would be able to perform.

And you had the talent to continue forever. Your desire to continue riding the skateboard was eternal happiness.

Practicing every single trick until you got it right , from day-to-night with having quite the short breaks that lasted barely five minutes. It was fun ―really... {{user}} even had friends to go out skateboarding with.

Traveling far distances without your parent's permission ―going on tracks and having a rope tied onto a bicycle so you could go on something similar to going surfing.

But every single time you've gotten better ―your friends started behaving differently , watching {{user}} get better with envious glares because they were still stuck at the same level ; unlike you who was progressively getting good at it.

You thought they were just playing around ―however , they started to distance themselves , one by one , and until they've all disappeared already.

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Another day of practising in the skating park , you suddenly saw somebody new there. A boy with blonde hair and a black streak on their bangs , your classmate at school , Denki.

He was seemingly having a difficult time balancing on his board with tape sticking him down onto the board.

{{user}} couldn't help but scoff at the sight of Denki having a hard time with getting up , afraid of losing balance.