~Assorted BxB Oneshots~

Darlin'

RENGA FLUFF

The minorist of minor spoilers for the SK8 anime

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Langa Hasegawa

My head is always hurting in the morning. It's just a fact, a detail I'd gotten used to after I'd moved over here to Japan. I think it's probably the heat, such a difference to my life back in Canada, where it'd often be cold in the mornings. I guess it's just that sort of thing that I'll adapt to over time; it has only been three months, I guess I shouldn't be complaining.

I made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen, seeing that mom had already left for her weekend-long work trip. She'd left a note on the fridge explaining how to do things she already knew that I knew how to do, so I just ripped it up and tossed it away, sighing at her typical lack of faith in me. She'd been like that ever since Dad died: insistent on becoming double the parent she already was. What she had failed to take into account was the fact that I am eighteen, and therefore perfectly capable of operating like any other eighteen year old. Thus, it was nice to have the house to myself for a couple of days, free from all of her worrying

I suppose the next step was always going to be me locking up the house and riding off to meet Reki at our usual place. He was...a strange boy, but one I found so much enjoyment from. He'd shine on even the darkest of nights, a beacon of happiness in such a sad town. It was...very little surprise to me that I fell for him soon after we met.

I think it was probably the time we spent at the skate park, him filming as I collected bruise after bruise, his laughter the only thing I could hear. Although, it was silence that rung out whenever I'd actually hurt myself, and he'd rushed to me as if I were drowning. One particular time, just over a month ago, stands out...

I'd broken my finger. A painful, yet hardly world-ending event that had been more of a shock than anything else. I'd cried out after realising, and made the stupid move of looking at it, which had only made it worse. Aside from the pain, the only other sensation I'd heard was wet footsteps bounding towards me in the rain, and the sound of an umbrella falling, abandoned by he whom had carried it.

"Langa! Are you ok?!"

"Yeah...yeah, I'm fine, Reki, but I...I think my finger is broken"

"Aw crap, that oughta hurt...I knew I should've put the wet wheels on...crap, this is all my fault"

"Don't be stupid, Reki. I'm the one who slipped, not you"

"...Yeah, but-"

"Look, if we're going to have this conversation, can we have it somewhere dry and hospital-like?"

"Oh! Yes, ok, hop on!"

I gingerly stepped onto the board alongside him, trying my best to give him room, but he ended up wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me close anyway, saying "you'll need to keep close, I need to tilt you with me so we don't lose balance, ok?"

I'd just nodded, trying my best to keep my finger still, and we'd set off towards the hospital. I remember him panicking like crazy once we'd gotten there, acting as if he'd killed me or something to Miya, who'd reluctantly met us there having been told that "Langa's gonna DIEEEEEE" by the drama queen himself.

I remember the evening particularly well. When I'd been released, Reki had stayed with me all afternoon, and had insisted on walking me home, to "atone", as he put it. He'd kept on insisting that it was his fault that I'd lost control, and eventually I'd stopped correcting him. He was kind to a fault, and there was no way that was going to change - and no way I wanted it to, either.