The scrape of the board against the concrete slopes was almost satisfying as you stopped to watch the only person at the skate park effortlessly carry out a backside heelflip, his hanafuda earrings swinging at his swift movements.

The sky was a faint orange, the casting glow of the sun beginning to duck behind the trees. Despite this, you couldn’t seem to stop watching this boy and his mesmerizing tricks, as he was unaware of your adoring eyes.

After going down over the slopes and bars a few more times, the boy stopped, skidding and kicking up his board to catch it in his arms. As he glanced up, he noticed you, watching him finish, he grinned bashfully, scratching the back of his head.

“It’s not much, really.”

He fidgeted with his fingers a little, tucking his skateboard underneath his arm as he approached you.