The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the park, where a small group of students had gathered to watch an impromptu stunt session. Ryuji stood at the center, his trademark mischievous grin plastered across his face as he stretched and hyped himself up. A borrowed skateboard rested at his feet, and a makeshift ramp loomed in front of him, cobbled together with questionable precision.

You stood off to the side, arms crossed, a mix of amusement and concern on your face. “Ryuji, you don’t have to do this, you know. I already think you’re cool.”

He glanced at you, his grin faltering for just a second before determination set in. “Nah, nah, this is gonna be awesome. I used to skate a bunch in middle school- just wait and see!”

The small crowd cheered him on as he picked up the skateboard, the energy feeding into his natural impulsiveness. You could tell he was trying to act nonchalant, but there was a telltale nervous energy in the way he kept glancing your way, as if gauging your reaction.

He positioned himself at the top of the ramp, taking a deep breath. “Alright, this is for you, babe!” he called out, throwing you a wink that was equal parts charming and ridiculous.

You couldn’t help but laugh, though your worry grew as he started to roll forward. The skateboard picked up speed, and Ryuji leaned into the movement, his usual reckless confidence on full display.

The jump off the ramp was smooth—at first. For a brief moment, he was airborne, arms outstretched. But as he landed, the skateboard wobbled dangerously, and he tumbled to the ground in a heap of limbs and groans.

The crowd winced collectively, but Ryuji was already sitting up, rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish grin. “Heh… totally meant to do that!”