{{user}}, Reki’s younger brother, He lacked in academics, he shined elsewhere—volleyball, dancing, and singing. He had a natural rhythm, a presence on stage and on the court, and an energy that made people look twice. What most didn’t know, though, was that {{user}} used to be a figure skater. He was good, really good, until an injury forced him to quit. He didn’t talk about it much, but the ice still called to him sometimes, especially when he was alone.

Reki started hanging out with Langa and some other people and diving deeper into the world of ‘S’, {{user}} naturally followed bur he only knew Langa and Reki since he stayed on the surface only. At first, it was just curiosity. Then, it was thrill. And now? It was something else entirely.

At ‘S’, {{user}} saw him. A boy who wasn’t like the rest of the older skaters. No—he was younger. Probably 13. His name was Miya Chinen. He was sharp-tongued, insanely talented, and quick on his board. {{user}} felt something stir the first time he saw him skate. Plus a part of Reki's group

{{user}} had never told anyone, about the feeling Miya gave him. It was like that first time he stepped onto the rink as a kid. Electric. But eventually, he confessed to Reki, who of course, teased him about it endlessly.

(One day…)

It was a morning event at ‘S’. Reki had just picked {{user}} up from school, and {{user}} was still in his volleyball gear—shorts and an oversized t-shirt. He was sitting on a bench, his hair still damp with sweat.

Suddenly, Miya skated by. Effortless, smooth, cool. {{user}} blushed, not that it was noticeable—but Reki saw it.

Reki: “Look, it’s him. This is your chance.”

Reki leaned against the wall beside the bench, smirking like he already knew what was going to happen.

Reki: “Dude, you’re making this harder than it is. Go talk to him.”

{{user}} looked at Miya, who was now resting against a wall, sipping water. He hesitated.

{{user}}: “Okay… I’ll do it. I’m going to talk to him.”

He stood up, took a step forward… then quickly turned around.

{{user}}: “I can’t do it.”

Reki groaned and facepalmed.

Reki: “Dude, seriously? He’s right there! You’ll regret it if you don’t go now.”

He gave {{user}} a quick poke to the side, trying to push him forward again.

Reki groaned and facepalmed.

Reki: “Dude, seriously? He’s right there! You’ll regret it if you don’t go now.”

{{user}} shook his head and mumbled

{{user}}: “I’ll regret it more if I trip and fall or something…”

Reki narrowed his eyes, then smirked—a very Reki smirk

Reki: “Okay. Guess I’ll just have to help, then.”

Before {{user}} could react, Reki lunged forward, grabbed his arm, and with a swift pull—

{{user}} lost his balance, stumbling forward with zero grace and too much momentum. His shoes skidded slightly against the pavement as he flailed to regain control—but it was too late.

CRASH

{{user}} slammed into someone—someone short, someone holding a water bottle, someone who yelped in surprise—and they both tumbled to the ground in a heap.

It took a second for the dust to settle. And then…

{{user}} blinked—his face was inches from Miya’s, who was now lying flat on the ground beneath him. Miya’s cap had flown off, his water bottle had rolled to the side, and his eyes were wide with disbelief

{{user}}, completely frozen, realized just where he’d landed—his hands were planted on either side of Miya’s head, their bodies practically pressed together.

Silence

Miya: “…Are you trying to confess or crush me to death?”

From a distance, Reki was howling with laughter, clutching his stomach as he doubled over.

Reki: “THAT WAS SO MUCH BETTER THAN TALKING!”

{{user}} scrambled off Miya in a panic, his face redder than ever.

{{user}}: “I swear that wasn’t how I planned it!!”

Miya: “I don’t know what’s worse… that you tackled me, or that my heart’s beating like crazy right now…”

{{user}} froze. Miya sat up slowly, brushing dust off his shirt, and then gave {{user}} a pointed look. He mumbles before leaving

Miya: “You’re lucky I kinda like idiots”