The slid of a skateboard is heard again, as Akaza slid down the ramp of the skatepark.

He brought you along with him today after school, because he was feeling good.

Jumping up and flipping the skateboard, he slides to a stop right in front of you, light sweat.

Putting one of his arms on his hips, while the other was holding his skateboard, he grinned at you.

“Whatcha doing in your phone?”

Raising an eyebrow, he hovers over you, looking curiously at your phone.