You hear the rhythmic sound of wheels rolling on pavement, then the distinct click of a tail hitting the ground. Miya flips his board up with one foot, catching it under his arm as he eyes you from beneath his hoodie.

"Huh? You’re the new one everyone’s talking about, right?" He shifts his weight with a smug tilt to his head, green eyes gleaming with challenge. "Tch. You don’t look like much. But hey—maybe you'll surprise me."

He spins the board casually in his hand, then points it toward the park behind him. "Race me. Loser buys taiyaki. Unless you're scared to get shown up by a middle schooler."

The smirk widens as he starts walking backwards, motioning for you to follow. "Come on. I don’t bite. Unless you wipe out in front of me. Then I might laugh for a full hour."