❝ 𝐇𝐞𝐲, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐲. ❞ 

*𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯*

On the small skating park were three figures, two sitting on top of the ramp, looking down at the serious Langa. Sipping his juice (Y/n) glanced over to see Reki looking at him making Reki quickly snap his head back to look at Langa, a small blush on his cheeks. 

"It's all about the tempo!" Reki exclaimed, regaining back his composure. "Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock." Reki chanted as Langa moved his board up and down, his posture tense. Once he was close enough to the ramp Langa thought that he went too far up making him fall on the floor, legs in the air. 

"Your front foot's is the one that always comes off, bro." Reki explained to Langa, his arms crossed as he looked down at the rising Langa. "I'll try it again." Langa breathed, a disappointed expression on his face. Pushing the board back and forth he looked down at the board with sad eyes. 

"Footwork bugging you or what?" Reki asked him, his face falling. (Y/n) smiled, "I and Reki can always help with that, you know?" (Y/n) informed him, putting the empty juice box in his hoodie pocket. "Feels scary that my feet aren't attached." Langa answered him, his eyes still on the slightly moving board. 

Reki sweatdropped, "I'd be more scared if they were attached and I had no control." Finally getting at what Langa was getting at Reki's face finched and slightly glared at Langa in warning. "No duct tape again! You almost died, remember?" Reki exclaimed, starting to act like a worried mother. 

"Relax, Reki, almost dying is a part of learning how to skate, and skating in general." (Y/n) sighed and looked down at Langa. Pulling out his skateboard (Y/n) placed half of it on the ground and half of it handing off and went down the ramp, slowing himself down once he was next to Langa.

"Get over your fears, bro. Or, if you want to, improvise." (Y/n) suggested, sitting down on his skateboard, looking up at Langa. Langa looked down at quirked an eyebrow. "Improvise...?" Langa questioned, though (Y/n) just nodded, not saying anything else. 

Suddenly, his phone rang. Pulling it out of his pocket Langa looked at the message and sighed. "What's wrong?" Both Reki and (Y/n) asked him, making Reki begin to fangirl on how their minds were so alike.

"No work." Langa shortly answered, face still disappointed. "Is that a job you applied for?" Reki questioned him. "Probably your interview, man! You gotta prepare." Reki stated and put his hands behind his head. Langa turned around to face both (Y/n) and Reki, his face slightly angered. 

"That's not it!" Langa exclaimed, his mouth pouting. (Y/n) laughed, mushing both of his cheeks together. "Come on, tell us the truth, Langa boo!" (Y/n) ordered in a baby voice. Langa blushed, and soon his whole face was red as he felt like he was about to pass out. 

Reki huffed, grabbing his hands that were still on Langa's cheeks and pulling them towards his head. "(Y/n)! Come and pat my head, you haven't done that in an hour!" Reki pouted, angrily glaring at him. (Y/n) frowned, smacking him on the head. 

"I was having some quality time with Langa, Reki. Besides, that was five minutes ago." (Y/n) reminded him and looked back at Langa who was watching the whole scene with blank eyes. "Langa, you good?" (Y/n) asked him in a worried tone, on which, he was worried. 

Langa's eyes immediately brightened and looked over at (Y/n), smiling. "I'm fine, just thinking. Though, thank you for worrying about me." Langa said in a calm tone, his thoughts a mess. (Y/n) nodded, "No problem." (Y/n) reassured him, looking back at the angry Reki. 

"Okay, enough of this 'quality time'! Tell us what's wrong, Langa." Reki demanded, angrily crossing his arms. Langa sighed, "Look, I didn't even get to interview." Langa replied, his eyes becoming sadder. 

"Does it have anything to do with your resume? Or just because you're not old enough?" (Y/n) questioned him, plopping his head on Reki's shoulder making the poor boy erupt in a red blushing mess. "Do you want me to take a look at it?" (Y/n) asked Langa making him light up. 

"Sure!" Langa answered him happily. Giving the slightly tired male his resume (Y/n) plopped down on his skateboard and looked at the first thing, the handwriting. "I think I know what the problem is." (Y/n) said in a bored tone, pulling out a pen from his pocket. 

Reki looked down at the three pockets that he had, all of them not looking that deep. "How many things do you have in there?" Reki asked them male, his expression one of a sweatdrop. (Y/n) looked up at Reki and shrugged, looking back down at the paper again. 

"Lost count when I put in hand sanitizer. At that point, I just decided that the Law of Conservation of Mass was bullshit." (Y/n) answered him, clicking the pen. "Do you want me to do this for you?" (Y/n) asked Langa, already thinking up ways on how to make Langa sound smart. 

"No thanks, (Y/n)." Getting up from his sitting position Langa sighed, "What if a part of the job is to read or write." Langa pointed up making (Y/n) feel a bit stupid. Also getting up Reki sighed, "On to plan C, then."

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"We're begging you!" Both Reki and Langa yelled out, bowing a perfect 90 degrees. (Y/n) was in the background, also saying that but in a quiet tone, his posture straight. Oka sighed, "That's why I should hire him?" Oka questioned, an eyebrow raised. 

Looking away from him he caught the sight of the male glancing around the shop with interest. "Now if he was looking for a job, I would take him in. Just imagine how many woman customers he could bring in!" Oka beamed as he thought of how his shop would skyrocket. 

(Y/n) looked back at the male and shook his head, "I'm with these two, but I'm not looking for a job. I already have one of those." (Y/n) stated and looked away from the disappointed adult. "There has to be something, please!" Reki pleaded, pushing down Langa's head once he tried to look up at the boss. 

"Pretty please?" Langa tried sweetening the deal, making (Y/n) sigh. "What about... pretty please with pretty pretty ice cream and a cherry on top?" (Y/n) laughed making the boss look up at him before glancing back at the other bowing two. 

"Okay, fine. I'll talk to the owner." Oka finally gave in, both of the bowing males looking up at him in expectation. "That just means I'm seeing what's open, that doesn't mean you're hired." Oka pointed out, his arms crossed. 

That, however, did not put down their happiness. "I'll take it!" Reki exclaimed and went over the table and grabbed the hem of the boss's shirt. "Me too!" Langa yelled back, following Reki's actions. "I guess I do, too, if that makes any sense." (Y/n) stated back lazily, grabbing both of Langa's and Reki's shirt collars and pulling them away from the poor man.

Both Reki and Langa began to nudge each other, both of them giggling. "Haha, I don't really know what's happening. Can we get something to eat?" (Y/n) emotionlessly said, hearing his stomach grumbling. 

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"I don't see the rookie anywhere. What's up with that?"

"He's the only reason I came out tonight!"

"Guess he quit while he's ahead?" One of them suggested, Shadow near them hearing everything, anger bowling up. Finally snapping Shadow quickly snapped his head over towards the three and glared, veins popping out of this head. 

Both of the skaters jumped and ran away, a man with wild, red hair walked up to him with a boom box on his shoulders supported by his hands with him wearing sunglasses. "Hey there, Shadow! You ready to remind them 'em who's king?" The man greeted him, the music blaring. 

Shadow put one finger in each ear. "I can't hear you!" Shadow yelled at him. "I said, are you gonna smack that kid back?" The man asked him. "I'm gonna sweep the streets with his face!" Shadow yelled back, angry at the thought of the (H/c)-nette. 

Hearing cheering from in front of them both the man and Shadow looked over to see who the people were cheering for only to see both Joe and Cherry passing by the cheering crowd, only Joe waving back. 

"Cherry Blossoms here tonight!"

"Yeah! My man, Joe!"

"Joe! I wanna marry your abs!"

"I'll climb that cherry tree!"

"One hot cuppa Joe, please!"

"Call me!"

"Carla, calculate angle." Cherry ordered Carla, Carla immediately lighting up. "Copy, master." Carla responded, the lights under the board lighting up. "One hundred sixty-two degrees." Carla informed him. Soon, Cherry took a turn with him bending down on his board, fingers slightly touching the ground. 

"Huh! What a wuss!" Joe laughed at the cautious Cherry, not wanting to hurt himself with falling off the board and onto the ground. "You're skating 'according to your calculation'?" Going around a corner Joe jumped up a bit and put his hand on the boulder tightly, going up and over the boulder and landing on the ground ahead of Cherry. 

"Good luck, if there's no risk there's no fun." Joe stated, glancing back at Cherry with a smug expression. Suddenly, his board hit something making Joe lose his balance and try to retake it. Once retaking his balance, his face relaxed. 

"Idiot." Cherry laughed at him, passing Joe. "You're brave, pinky." Joe shot back, catching up to Cherry. "Carla, please educate the imbecile." Cherry asked Carla politely, Carla lighting up. "Joe the imbecile cornered at 65 percent. This is highly inefficient." Carla stated, her voice soothing. 

"Dude, you're talking to a machine?" Joe scoffed at him in disbelief. "She's Carla, have some respect!" Cherry snapped at him, his face close to Joe's. "Carla? Figures you give your board a girl's name since you can't get a real one!" Joe exclaimed, accepting the challenge as a vein showed in his head and cheek, and so was Cherry's.

"Those two still don't get along, do they?" A skater commented. 

"Get off of me!"

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Inside a lavish purple decorated room was a man on a purple chair, his feet up on the desk as his phone was in both of his hands, with him watching the security cameras checking for a certain someone.

"Interesting, (Y/n) is not back tonight, either." Shindo mused, turning off his phone. His blood-red eyes squinted, anger slowly rising in his heart. "Hmm..." Looking up, he looked back down as his phone was again turned back on as his finger pressed the messaging app. 

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"Hope you're ready!" A teen yelled at his friend. The scenery was now outside near a bus stop, the sky was clear except for a few wisps of clouds. "Bring it!" The friend yelled back bravely. Inside the bus stop shelter were three people, one was a young-looking woman and the other was an old lady, all with different lives and different journeys. 

The third one was a little boy with slightly long hair and an elite-looking school clothing, his phone in his hand as a smirk played on his lips, his aura dark. 

"Wow, no way, a rookie?" The kid thought, his voice mischievous. The three students who were playing ball hit it too hard making it go up in the air and away from them. "Aw, crap!" One of them yelled, the ball about to get hit by a car. 

Though before the ball could meet its fate the cat boy flipped his board and stood on the sides, the ball in his hand. "That's fine, I'll play along with this." The cat boy mused. His hair was black as his eyes were bright green, pupils slit making him look like a cat, and even the mouth gave the vibes of a feline.

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Two bottle caps were touching together, Langa on the other side of it as (Y/n) was behind him, also going to practice a bit. Eyes determined Langa pushed on ahead and headed for the joined bottles. Trying to go up a bit he, unfortunately, touched the bottles making him slip up and fall, his board riding away from him. 

"Ouch, are you okay, dude?" Reki asked him, riding up to his side. (Y/n) looked over at the bottles and back to Langa. "He seems fine." (Y/n) stated, but also riding up to his side. "I don't get it. Ollies aren't supposed to be difficult." Langa weakly stated, on his knees quivering.

"Aren't ollies in snowboarding? Or, is this new?" Reki questioned him. "Yeah, they are, but your feet aren't attached and your stance doesn't change, so it's not some kind of advanced move. Even amateurs can pull it off." Langa explained, now on to the second part. 

"Since a skateboard doesn't attach, you have to get it to fly with you. It's totally different." Langa finished explaining. Looking at both (Y/n) and Reki his eyes seemed tired. "Be honest with me, how long did it take you two to get this done?" Langa asked them. 

Reki smiled, "For me? Two months!" Reki proudly stated, showing him a two sign. Looking over at (Y/n) doing it he looked over at them and smiled. "Five seconds." Both Langa and Reki sweatdropped. 

"Though, two months is also pretty good, considering most people take, like, three." (Y/n) informed them, sheepishly smiling at the thought of just getting it on his first try. Langa looked up at Reki in surprise. "Three months? Can't I be the one person who doesn't know how to do it?" Langa asked Reki, touching his back in pain. 

"Like... 'No Ollie Guy'? That's fine if you don't want to compete." Reki answered him, going over towards the top part of the ram and going down. "Ollies turn a board that glides into a board that flies!" Reki exclaimed as both (Y/n) and Langa saw him do it. 

"Once you can ollie, you can go wherever you want!" Reki flipped his board once it met the other ramp and went down that one, heading towards the steps and sliding across that. "It's a frikken revolution!" Reki continued to passionately tell him. 

Going up the air he went down a smile on his face. "A world of possibility!" Continuing to ride his skateboarding to the still let down Langa and the amazed (Y/n). "I mean, sure, boarding's still fun without ollies, but if you don't want to stay in the park with the kids..." Stopping his skateboard he looked down at Langa.

"... you gotta learn how to do it!" Reki exclaimed, holding his fist slightly up. Langa looked up at both (Y/n) and Reki, child-like amazement shining on his face. "I'm ready to take on that world." Langa stated. 

"Same here!" (Y/n) yelled happily, hugging Reki on his side, a bright smile on his (S/c) face. 

"P.S., ollies don't work when you're taped to the board, so don't even." Reki warned him. Langa's face immediately fell at the mention of this. "You'll get used to it." Reki told him, his bright honey eyes looking at Langa's blue-skied ones. 

"You sure? I get so anxious." Langa asked him, looking away from the slightly pumped up (Y/n) and the mother Reki. "You've been snowboarding for how long?" Reki questioned him, holding his head on his hand. 

Counting with his fingers Langa looked up at Reki. "Uh, let's see... fifteen years, I think." Langa answered him making both (Y/n) and Reki look at him with surprised expressions. "What? Since you were frikkin two years?!" Reki exclaimed, surprised at the revelation. 

"If you've been doing it for that long, no wonder it's hard for you to skate." Reki mused, putting his hands behind his head, leaning back slightly on (Y/n) legs. 

"Don't worry, I think you'll get it in no time, Langa." (Y/n) reassured him, Langa smiling at him. 

"Let's go."

(ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴀʏ/ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ!)