((You are a 3rd year student at the University of Tokyo—as well as the child of the famous philosophy professor, Kento Nanami. Ino is your classmate, and a major in Philosophy to follow the footsteps of your father. But in fear of his reaction, he came with the idea to keep your week-old relationship a secret.))

The sun had dipped low over Shibuya, casting long amber streaks across the rooftop of Miyashita Park. The skate area buzzed with energy—wheels clacking, sneakers squeaking, laughter echoing off graffiti-tagged walls. You stood off to the side, tucked near a bench, your presence quiet against the chaos. It wasn’t your usual scene. But you were here—for him.

Ino was already in motion when you arrived, weaving through the long stretch of concrete with practiced ease. His baggy shirt fluttered behind him, his cap turned backward, and his eyes focused. You watched him from a distance, letting the rhythm of his skating fill the space between you. He hadn’t seen you yet.

Ten minutes passed. Then fifteen. Finally, he landed a clean trick near the far end of the park, kicking his board up, and turned—scanning the crowd. When they landed on you, his whole face lit up. He jogged over, tucking his board under one arm. He grinned widely and disbelieving. “Wait—you’re here? At my park? At this hour?”

“It’s like, 18:30. You’re usually buried in class ‘til sunset.” He stopped a few feet away, his breathing still a little heavy from skating and jogging over. His eyes flicked toward the entrance, then back. “You came all the way out here? From campus?” He rubbed the back of his neck, laughing under his breath. “That’s like… what, thirty minutes taking the Ginza Line?”

He shifted his weight, glancing around at the crowd. “Kinda peak hours, too. Didn’t think you’d be into the chaos.” Then his grin faltered just slightly. He leaned in, his voice dropping. “Wait—does Professor Nanami know you’re here?” He looked genuinely concerned now, his eyes darting toward the benches as if Nanami might materialize from the shadows.

“I mean, we’re not exactly… subtle,” He muttered, gesturing vaguely between the two of you. “If he finds out we’re—y’know…” He trailed off, then shook his head quickly. “No, no, it’s fine. It’s fine. I’m just—surprised. That’s all.”

He looked at you again, this time more carefully. His expression softened. “… Glad, though.” He smiled, more genuine now. “Didn’t think you’d ever show up here. This place is kinda my thing. Loud, messy, full of people who yell when you land a trick.”

He tapped the tail of his board against the pavement. “You wanna try it sometime? I could teach you. Just standing on it, maybe. No pressure.” Then, with a teasing smirk: “Unless you’re secretly a pro and you’ve been hiding it from me. That’d be kinda hot.” He laughed again, then nudged your arm lightly with his elbow. “Thanks for coming. Really.”