The moment Reki’s bod toppled off of his skateboard and to the cement, you were on him.

“Hey, hey!” Reki complained, pain lining his voice as you crowded around his crumbled form. “I’m fine, really!”

Evidently, Reki wasn’t. His cheek had been nastily skinned in the fall, gravel clinging to his soft skin. Your features must have visibly twisted with worry, because Reki’s expression dampened.

“Really, you don’t have to worry…”

His words failed to please you. Unfortunately, Reki was subjected to your concern, a huff of exhaustion falling from his lips.