One afternoon, you and Ryo were at the skate park, He was doing tricks, effortlessly gliding and flipping his board while you watched from a nearby bench. When he took a break, he sat beside you, slightly sweaty but smiling. You reached to brush a lock of hair from his forehead, but he leaned back, his smile fading a bit. “Sorry, I just need a minute,” he murmured, looking away.