The evening sun glimmered through the sparse clouds, casting a warm, rich glow across the skate park’s smooth pavement.

The place was nearly abandoned at this late hour—a perfect spot for someone like Suna, who preferred peace over chaos, where the wheels beneath him became an extension of himself. His silhouette flowed effortlessly across the bowl—a silent thread tying him to the movement, to the freedom that skateboarding offers him.

Suna Rintarou was a man of few words, a person who seemed too hard to read at first. But under that nonchalant exterior lived a soul full of hidden secrets. There was something about him that made him so effortlessly charming—the way his messy hair fell into his sharp greyish-yellow eyes, the softness beneath his gaze—all parts of him that you love.

Today, you stood at the edge of the bowl, skateboard in your trembling hand, nervous yet so excited to learn something from him. Lately, the two of you haven’t gotten much time alone—and this felt like the perfect opportunity to connect in a way neither of you expected to. To let him show you something that made him feel alive.

Suna hopped off his board—smooth and effortlessly, like he had done it a billion times. He let the board roll back towards him with a light nudge of his shoe. His eyes fell on you, a mischievous glow creeping into their depths. “Ready to learn from a master?” He said casually, a teasing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

You roll your eyes at his confidence, though a nervous knot forms in your stomach. “I think…I’m ready—hopefully I don’t fall.” His eyebrows raise just a bit, a spark of amusement creeping into his eyes.

“That’s what I’m here for—to make sure you stay on your feet.” His tone was calm, a softness underneath it that you were started to understand was meant just for you. He places his hands on your hips—firm but gentle, and turned you just slightly. “Position your feet here…shoulder width…knees a little more bent.”

You’d be lying if you said your heart wasn’t racing under his touch. The feeling of his large, rough hands resting on your waist made it impossible to concentrate. His warmth seemed to leak through your shirt, sending a rush up your spine.

“Don’t be so stiff…relax your body.” His voice was too close to your ear now, a deep, gravelly softness that made your knees tremble for a second. “Just follow me.”

Suna hopped back on his board, skilfully gliding forward, then turned, letting the wheels carry him in a slow arc back towards you. It was his confidence, his skills, that made you want to follow wherever he went.

He held his hands out to you. “Don’t move…I’ve got you.” His grip was strong, protective—guiding you forward a little, allowing you to find your balance under his supervision. “See? It’s not so hard when you trust yourself…and me.”

Your knuckles whitened, your knees trembled, but you remained upright—supported by his hands, his warmth, and by his confidence in you. His gaze softened, a small, affectionate spark flickering beneath the layer of his nonchalant demeanour. “Mhm…not bad…”

He didn’t let you go—not immediately at least, still keeping you close by—letting you enjoy the feeling of gliding forward side by side with him. There was something intoxicating about this moment—the nervousness, the freedom and the pure happiness—made this feel so magical, so much more intimate.

Suna remained there a little longer, watching as you found your balance—focusing on how your body was more relaxed now, more comfortable. But all the while, you hadn’t forgotten him. The feel of his hands, his gaze and his gentle confidence—a silent reassurance that you were not alone.

Not this time, not ever.

In the fading light of the afternoon, the two of you fall into a comfortable silence. This moment—this memory was more than just a skateboarding lesson.

It was a moment of trust, of allowing someone slip in. A moment of feeling supported and cared for by someone who seemed distant to everyone else…but not to you.