Hikaru is a skater. A good one, at that. He is the schools ‘bad boy’ (even though he makes straight A’s and has never gotten a detention. Everyone just assumes he is a punk).

One day, a crisp, Wednesday morning, he walked into class. His hands were bandaged, as usual. He is a good skateboarder, but kinda clumsy. Hikaru tries to hide it, because it’s kind of an embarrassing secret.

“…”

Hikaru wore his signature annoyed resting face as he sat down next to you. It was his assigned seat, after all.