❝ 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. ❞

*𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯*

Turning the corner (Y/n) finally saw the DOPE SKETCH entrance doors making him smile. Grabbing the handle (Y/n) pulled it open and stepped in, about to announce his presence only for him to retreat his plan as he heard the loud cry of disbelief from his red-haired energetic friend. 

"Are you insane? This guy is a certified genius!" Pulling a bandaged Langa closer to him, Reki presented his injured friend to his boss. "You know how long it takes to nail an ollie! It took me two months!" Rubbing Langa's head in pride, Reki laughed. "It only took this mastermind two weeks!" Reki exclaimed, showcasing his pride for his friend. 

"He jumped over a twig, right?" Oka asked, obviously not that impressed. "You did an ollie, Langa? So early, too! Good job!" (Y/n) walked up to Langa and praised him, ruffling the males already messed up blue hair and gave him a bright smile. At this gesture, Langa's cheeks flared a bright red as he looked down at the happy male with dazed eyes. 

'(Y/n)... touched me. He... he even praised me...' Looking down at the happy (Y/n), Langa made sure to savor the moment only for it to be interrupted by none other than the door opening. "How can we help you? Wait, you're..."

"No freakin' way! Japanese national hopeful, Miya Chinen?" Reki questioned in disbelief, awe showing clear in his honey-brown orbs. "There you are. I want to run a beef against you in "S"." Miya declared, this confusing Reki. 

"A beef? That's so random, but okay!" Reki agreed, rubbing his hair in a shy manner as a pink blush dusted his cheeks. "I wasn't talking to you, slime." Miya interrupted his hopeful thinking, walking in front of (Y/n) and Langa who now had their attention on him, well, not Langa, he was busy watching (Y/n) expressions. 

"You called me a what?!" Reki exclaimed, his pride visibly being hit by the cat boy's words. "I need a challenge. It's been a while since I leveled up." Looking down at the middle scholar, Langa and (Y/n) stayed quiet. "Are you in?" Miya asked one of them, this confusing both Langa and (Y/n). 

"Are... are you talking to Langa?" (Y/n) asked the cat boy, pointing at his still dazed friend. Miya scoffed, "I'm talking to you, King!" Miya exclaimed, glaring up at the much taller male. (Y/n) nodded in understanding. "I see, I see... Reki, what do you think I should do?" (Y/n) asked his friend who was more well versed in the holy ways of skateboarding beefs. 

"Don't do it, (Y/n). This guy is on a different level." Reki replied, standing behind Miya as he watched the interaction go down. 'So, his name is (Y/n).' Miya thought, his cat-like smirk growing larger. "Well, I do love challenges, but I still want to brush up on my skills. We'll race some other time, kay? Langa, would you do the honors?" (Y/n) asked Langa, snapping him out of his daze. 

"S-Sure- Wait, what?" Langa asked quizzically, looking down at (Y/n) with a confused expression. 'He wasn't even listening! He probably didn't hear cat boy coming in and declaring a battle!' (Y/n) sweatdropped at his friend's antics and sighed, "Will you go against cat boy in an 'S' beef?" (Y/n) rephrased for him, stepping away to allow Langa to see the small middle scholar. 

"Tsk, why would I want to go against this slime?" Miya questioned, observing Langa only to find nothing interesting about him. "If you know about me then you must have seen or at least heard of his legendary beef. I think he would make for an interesting opponent." (Y/n) stated, showcasing Langa as if he was a car and (Y/n) was the salesman. 

Miya sighed, "You're a snowboarder, right? I'd like to see... your skating that won against one of the seniors." Miya announced, his normal cat-like eyes now bored. 'If again... I could do something like that...' At this thought, Langa's expression turned into one of determination and hope. 

"I'll accept the challenge." Langa declared, his face shining. This made Reki and (Y/n) look at him in shock, worried for his wellbeing. "Don't care, I wish to challenge King here-" Stopping as he heard (Y/n) snap his fingers, (Y/n) looked down as he finally recognized the cat boy. 

"You're that weird cat boy that I always meet in a crosswalk!" (Y/n) exclaimed, looking down at the frozen cat boy in recognition. "I thought you looked familiar! Yeah, no, I reject your beef offer." (Y/n) replied, pulling out his phone and checked the time, putting it back inside his pocket afterward.

"Stop it! Don't get so cocky just because you nailed an ollie! This guy is a Japanese national team hopeful!" Reki warned him, pointing down at the small child. "I'll do it." Langa reinstated, still not letting go of his decision. 

"Hey!"

"I think it's fine if Langa challenges with someone other than a twig. It's nice to have some experience out in the field, so let's give Langa a chance, Reki." (Y/n) tried to convince Reki, which made him calm down a bit. "I guess it's settled." Looking back over at the cat boy, Miya grabbed Sketchy and began to admire him. 

"If I win... I beef with (Y/n)."

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"If anything, they should leave it open all the time."

"It's a top-secret course that nobody can talk about. There's no way they can just thoughtlessly keep it open."

"In any case, you really do act recklessly." Riding down the S's path in the daytime were the three weirdos, Reki, Langa, and (Y/n) as they discussed Langa's previous wish to race one of the members of the Japanese national team hopeful.

"About what?" Langa asked Reki, confused about his statement. "You're just like (Y/n), you talk about challenges so simply, but this time, you're up against a Japanese national team hopeful." Reki answered, (Y/n) minding his own business and listening to his playlist, riding calmy down the path as he accompanied Reki and Langa. 

"I mean... it seemed fun." Langa defended himself, making sure to safely be as close to (Y/n) as possible. At this answer, Reki chuckled and smiled. "Hey, that..." Bursting up into a fit of laughter (Y/n) noticed this and took off his headphones, making sure that Reki wouldn't fall.

"What's funny?" (Y/n) whispered in Reki's ear, his hearing being a little messed up from how loud his music was being. "Langa literally said that it seemed fun to beef with a Japanese national team hopeful! This guy...!" Reki began to laugh harder, though (Y/n) also laughed, too. 

"You're so cute, Langa." (Y/n) smiled over at Langa, this compliment making him blush a furious red. 'M-My heart!' Langa screamed in his head, mentally taking pictures of this moment to remember forever. 

Looking up towards the trio Miya tsked as he saw (Y/n) laughing along with Reki. "I told you..." 

"Those guys..." Miya whispered, remembering something that one of his old friends told him. "You think you can use the Reki RSP-Maru here, too?" Reki asked Langa, this confusing both males. "What's that?" (Y/n) and Langa said in unison, looking over at each other and smiling. 

Seeing this interaction Reki frowned, though was quick to put back his smile. "The name of that board! "Reki Royal Straight Prince-Maru"!" Reki exclaimed, pointing his finger up in the air for no reason. "So tacky. What do you mean, "Prince-Maru"?" Langa asked him, sticking as close as (Y/n) as possible. 

"I don't know, sounds kinda cute." (Y/n) commented, shrugging. "Prince-Maru it is." Langa stated, this making Reki sweatdropped. 'What a simp!' 

Hearing the sound of a skateboard rapidly coming closer (Y/n) quickly moved out of the way as he gently dragged Reki and Langa with him allowing for all three of them to successfully miss the cat's claws. 

"That was dangerous, dude!" Reki yelled, angry at the cat boy for ruining their moment. All four of them now stopped, the other three now having their attention ripped away to be given to the cat boy. "You know, trash mobs... are always grouped up." Miya smirked, this pissing Reki off. 

"Ah, what a noobs mistake to think such a thing." (Y/n) smirked back at Miya, his expression mirroring the one that he carried when around family members and businessmen. "Even the deadliest of final bosses enjoy a little get-together, you know?" (Y/n) chuckled in his hand as he sent Miya a sharp gaze. 

'Say something bad to my first friends ever again and I'll have your arm covered in tattoos.' (Y/n) thought darkly, obviously pissed off of what Miya said. '(Y/n) is so cool!' Reki fanboyed, invisible glow sticks in his hands as he cheered for (Y/n) to win the battle. Langa stared at (Y/n) with a smile on his face, a little sad that he isn't the one to defend his favorite person. 

Blinking at what he said Miya still contained his usual prideful smirk. "Let's see if that statement proves true in our beef, King. Bye... Mr. Warlock!" Miya exclaimed, waving goodbye as he skated away. "Give me a break!" Reki yelled in anger, trying to get towards Miya for 'disrespecting' (Y/n).

"Reki!" Langa yelled out as he tried to go after Reki only for (Y/n) to hold him back. "Let them have this, we'll catch up after them once they're done." (Y/n) stated, looking to the retreating figures with a serious expression.

"However... we can still stay behind them." (Y/n) sighed and got back on his skateboarding, riding away with Langa. "I guess those two are still further ahead." Langa whispered, though (Y/n) heard this and nodded. "I love cats, but this one is an exception." (Y/n) frowned, not liking how that cat boy was treating his friends. 

Feeling happy about what (Y/n) said Langa covered his mouth to hide his smile. 'At least I know that kid won't be much competition.' Langa smirked at the thought, happy that it was only one other person, to his knowledge. 

Finally seeing Reki, (Y/n) smiled in relief only for his eyes to widen as he saw Reki fall from his skateboard when he was trying to copy one of the cat boy's tricks. "Reki!" (Y/n) yelled in worry, pushing his skateboard's speed as he was quickly next to Reki. 

Looking up as he saw the cat boy riding away, (Y/n) glared at the boy. 'He's really pissing me off!' (Y/n) thought angrily, not remembering when someone could make him so mad other than his parents. "Those with no talent should stay out!" After hearing this, (Y/n) swore that even the birds shut up. 

"Then stay out!" (Y/n) yelled back after him, fuming as Langa was now next to (Y/n). "Why you..." Reki trailed on, staring at Miya's retreating figure. "You know what, Imma teach that brat a lesson! Langa, take care of Reki!" (Y/n) ordered, getting on top of his skateboard and heading over towards where Miya was. 

"(Y/n), wait!" Reki yelled out his name, though (Y/n) didn't stop. "You should let (Y/n) do this, he seemed pretty mad." Langa stated, helping Reki to stand as they saw that (Y/n) was no longer there. Reki smirked, "You're right, he's a skateboarding god!"

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Turning around to see what he hoped to be (Y/n), Miya's smirk widened as he saw that it was, indeed, King. "King, I'm glad you decided to join me. You know, I was only planning to tune up today but..."

Turning a sharp corner (Y/n) did so as well only for Miya to be faster, his skills more polished than his. 'His speed might be a problem later on, I have to deal with this, and fast!' (Y/n) frowned, maintaining his expected poker face. 

"Did you really win against Shadow? That slime back there was more decent than you are." Miya commented, trying to irk (Y/n) only for him to maintain his usual expression. Flipping around his skateboard (Y/n) hand barely touched the ground as they turned a corner, (Y/n) already being ahead of Miya. 

"I am well aware that Reki is far better and more experienced than I, but still..." Smirking, (Y/n) pushed on further and flipped his board to avoid Miya's. "... that doesn't mean I can't become worthy of the title 'King'." (Y/n) stated, only for him to take his attention from the small match as he heard Reki and Langa coming. 

"Guys-!" Falling off of his skateboarding (Y/n) barrel-rolled as Miya passed him, his gifted skateboard flying off somewhere. "Damn!" (Y/n) yelled, looking down at the slightly large gash on his arm that was bleeding.

"(Y/n)!" Reki and Langa yelled in worry, riding over to (Y/n) side and getting off of their skateboards to kneel beside (Y/n) to inspect the wound. "Next time, don't pay attention to other people and instead pay attention to me, your opponent." Miya instructed, scoffing at the end as he rode away. 

"(Y/n) are you okay?!" Reki asked him, grabbing (Y/n) arm gently and took a look at his arm. Looking over at his board (Y/n) clenched his fists as he remembered what he heard. "I'm... I'm fine." (Y/n) replied. 

"Either way, we have to take you back to tend your wound before it gets infected!" Langa exclaimed, visibly worried for (Y/n). (Y/n) nodded, "Okay."

Watching as the three rode away Miya tsked, 'Better listen to my advice, King. I and you are clearly supposed to be rivals, so you better pay attention to your opponent.'

(ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴀʏ/ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ!)