❝ 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧. ❞

*𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯*

An hour after the minor challenge with Miya, the three are now inside of Dope Sketch's building room as they were helping Langa fix his broken skateboard to be more sturdy and effective for the day that he'll go up against none other than a member of the Japanese Team Hopeful; Miya Chinen.

"How's this?" Looking down at the weirdly styled skateboard, (Y/n) crouched down to inspect it, inspecting it as he took notes on how the earlier version of the skateboard was compared to the latest version. "I went with toe clips so that you can switch stances." Reki explained to Langa while sitting on top of the island table, skateboard decks lining the grey-colored walls making them pop out with their equally dull colors.

"Reki, this is great!" Langa brightened up, his attention over towards Reki as he ignored (Y/n) who was still examining the board. "Yeah, it truly is. I've never seen such a thing before. You've got quite the creativity, Reki." (Y/n) complimented him, getting up again as he faced Reki, giving him a small smile.

Blushing brightly at the gesture, Reki chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. "Thanks, (Y/n)!" Looking on as the two continued talking with each other, Langa frowned, not liking how Reki was far closer to (Y/n) than he was. 'I could build a skateboard, too, (Y/n).' Langa thought, looking away from the two as he unclenched his fists, not wanting for the two to ask questions; more or less pointed towards Reki than (Y/n).

"I know, right! Call me 'Mechanic Star Reki'!" Reki nervously chuckled, his eyes filled with pride as (Y/n) continued conversing with him on how he thought of such a design. "I see, I see..." Typing down the things that he was hearing, (Y/n) smiled back up at Reki once more before allowing for the other two to talk to each other again.

'This will help me greatly with the new computer design that I'm creating.' (Y/n) smirked, turning off his phone and stuffing it back inside his pant pocket, giving his attention back to the two. "I admit, this is far better than the other day." Langa admitted, looking back down at his new and improved skateboard in wonder.

"Hey, listen to me, but this alone won't do. Can you win against Chinen with this board?" Reki questioned him, his face serious as silence followed from after his question was spoken. Glancing over at Langa, (Y/n) tilted his head, not sure what pro condition should the board be for him to win. Didn't you just need skill and experience? Motivation and bravery?

"That's..."

"No way." Jumping up in surprise, (Y/n) quickly turned away from Oka with an alarmed expression. Though from also seeing Sketchy. (Y/n) doesn't take well with getting hurt, you know.

"You're up against a Japanese National Team Hopeful, right? Go bow your head down and have it canceled." Oka suggested with an exhausted look, the box in his hands almost falling as he didn't see (Y/n) in his way. Once he left the room (Y/n) turned back around to face the others, a sure expression on his face.

"Excuse my French, but that's bullshit." (Y/n) stated, huffing as he sat down on the floor. Squeaking in surprise, Reki turned his body around to face him, surprised that such a word would ever come out of his mouth. "Oh, where did our dear, sweet, innocent (Y/n) go?!" Screaming in despair Reki launched himself towards (Y/n) as he hugged him tightly, snot falling from his nose as a stream of tears cascaded down his cheeks.

Sighing (Y/n) hugged him back, soothing his back in circles as Reki continued crying on his shoulder. "Stop crying, you're gonna ruin by Gucci shirt." (Y/n) whispered in his ear making Reki blush as he immediately scooted away from him. Laughing at his reaction (Y/n) stood back up and stretched out a hand for the fallen Reki.

"Here, grab on." Listening to him without thinking, Reki grasped his hand, (Y/n) doing as he promised as he pulled him up. Looking at the two, Langa looked away, the frown that he would always have whenever they had a moment like this turning into a scowl as a seemingly permanent glare molded into his eyes.

'What the hell? Why does (Y/n) even like seeing him like that? What's going on with them? Does (Y/n) like Reki? Oh my god, even he did I wouldn't know what to do- Wait, do I like him?' Immediately blushing, Langa shook his head furiously, refusing to accept such a fact.

'I'm not gay! I'm straight! Besides, (Y/n) is my friend so I shouldn't even be thinking of these things! Though so is Reki... so does Reki like (Y/n)? If that's true, then they both like each other and it won't be long before they get together-!' Clenching his fists tightly, a deep burning hatred for his comrade burned in his heart that was fiercer than the sun, consuming his very soul and his mind as he imagined the both of them, together. Holding hands. Going out on dates. Kissing each other-

"Langa! What the hell!" Snapping out of his rage as he heard the voice of (Y/n), Langa looked down at what he was gripping only to find out that it was his phone. Well, what was left of his phone was entirely destroyed. Almost in half as the screen was already cracked beyond repair, with the screen covered in stripes of green and other colors.

"Oh..." Not responding to it much, Langa let go of his phone as there were some cuts in his hand. Going over to look at his hand, (Y/n) winced as he saw the amount of blood pouring out. "Reki, hand me the first aid kit, will you?" (Y/n) asked him, taking out his handkerchief as he wrapped it around his hand tightly, trying to stop the bleeding.

Nodding slowly, Reki hesitated as he ran out of the room, but did anyway, as his friend was hurt. Biting his lip in worry (Y/n) glanced over at his phone, wincing as he saw how destroyed it was hurting his technical-loving heart.

"You must really love technology, huh?" Lang questioned in a quiet voice, (Y/n) barely being able to hear it if it wasn't for how close they were. "Oh? Huh, yeah. Yeah, I love tech, actually. Ever since I was a kid, it's been my whole life purpose. Though I don't think we should talk about this right now. How are you feeling? Dizzy or lightheaded?" (Y/n) asked him in worry, the bleeding stopping for a while, making him calm down.

Finally seeing (Y/n) calm, Langa relaxed as well with a fond smile spreading across his face. "You know, you never talk much about yourself. I mean, when we would sometimes meet up, you would wear some rick-looking uniform and all. So are you like, rich or something?" Langa asked him in a polite tone, this making (Y/n) chuckle in amusement.

"Well, yeah, my family is quite rich. Though please think little about it, it's just green. They deal with making new technology like computers, cellphones, tablets, watches, TVs, cameras, anything that's tech-related." (Y/n) informed him, his gaze lowered down to look intently at the wound as he did so.

Seeing how much (Y/n) didn't enjoy talking about it made Langa decide not to push much further. If he isn't comfortable talking about something, then they might as well not talk about it, right? Langa would never want to make (Y/n) feel uncomfortable with him, ever.

"I'm back with the first aid kit!" Hearing the loud voice or Reki sound just down the hall both (Y/n) and Langa stopped talking to one another as (Y/n) continued focusing on applying pressure to the wound.

Smiling at how cute (Y/n) looked when he was focusing so much on something, Langa sighed quietly. 'You're so cute, (Y/n)-kun.'

'Wait-!'

"Here it is!" Reki exclaimed, running towards (Y/n) as he handed over the first aid kit to him with a sheepish smile. Quickly giving the kit a small glance (Y/n) took it with her free hand and opened it, giving it back over at Reki.

"Alright, hand me the jelly and the wrappings." (Y/n) instructed Reki, on which he handed it over to him. Putting some jelly on the wound (Y/n) spread it over the wound gently, as he didn't wish to make Langa be in pain. That's something he doesn't like.

After putting that (Y/n) wrapped Langa's hand with wrappings as he secured it with a knot. "There you go. Now remember to wash it two times a day, okay?" (Y/n) asked him, Langa nodding his head in agreement making (Y/n) smile brightly.

"Good."

(ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴀʏ/ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ!)