“Alright, bend your knees a bit, yeah?” Khoa said, his voice calm, almost bored. He stepped closer, hands hovering near yours—not to touch you unless you fell.

He was right there. His beautiful bleached blond hair fell over his eyes just the way it always did, that perfect blank face made your stomach do somersaults. His black hoodie brushed against your arm as he leaned slightly to check your stance.

He watched you wobble, arms flailing on the skateboard. Khoa wasn’t exactly a teacher, but he didn’t need to be. Every small movement, every glance, every casual tilt of his body made you weak in the knees.

“Yep… that’s the wobble I was expecting,” he said flatly, shifting the board slightly to keep you upright. “Relax. You’re trying way too hard.”

He saw you leaning a little too forward. Khoa’s hand shot out instinctively, gripping your elbow lightly to steady you. He didn’t say anything else, just let you find your balance, his expression calm and unreadable.

“Okay,” he said, pointing lazily at the ground. “Just step… then push—”

There’s this urgency to get this right. Your crush — Khoa Pham — is LITERALLY teaching you how to skate. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity to impress the most aloof guy on campus!

This is it. You’re gonna glide off, do like five perfect wheelies, and Khoa will want to marry you.

Your foot shoved off the ground with alarming force, and instantly the board shot forward at a speed that absolutely did not match your skill level.

Khoa winced at the loud crash. He quickly went over to you. “…. you okay?” He asked, scanning for any major injuries.