A continuation of my former standalone fic, "Rooftops and friendships."
COMPLETED!
More info in the first chapter!
*I do not own sk8 the infinity or the characters, all rights go to studio bones.
*designs made by me.
1829 words. 1829 words. And that's from me shortening it. But anyways! This does tread on a bit, I don't blame you if you get bored! There's a weird skip near the mid-end when it goes from dope sketch to S so, beware!
warnings; empty threats, one instance where reader says they'll kidnap Carla, depictions of an anxiety/panic attack, mentions of nausea. If there is anything else, minor or not, please do not hesitate to tell me.
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"This guy nailed an Ollie in just a few weeks!" Reki exclaimed, holding Langa in a headlock. "It was so rad! You should've seen it, Y/n! It took me months to get it down."
"Wish I could've," you replied leaning on the counter, looking up at Manager Oka when he chuckled.
"Wasn't that just jumping over a simple twig?" He says, holding in his laughter before the bell jingled. "Welcome in—" he smiled, stopping mid-greet when he saw who it was. "—you're,"
You, Reki, and Langa turn towards the door, your posture straightening and Reki's jaw-dropping.
"You serious?" Reki exclaimed, "Miya Chinen, the Japanese national hopeful!"
"How'd you even know where to find this place?" You mumbled, earning a smack to the back of your head from Oka.
"This place isn't off the map, you know."
"Not saying it wasn't man," you responded, jabbing him in the stomach with your elbow. "I meant how did he know Langa was here."
"I accept the challenge."
You turn away from Oka at Langa's voice, "Hold on a minute." You interject, leaning over the desk to talk to Langa. "You can't just accept a challenge when you don't know who you're up against."
"Miya Chinen, Japanese national hopeful." Langa stated a matter-of-factly.
The glare you gave him was enough to make him turn his head the other way.
"No, they're right!" Reki says, "You can't get all cocky just because you nailed an ollie!"
As if your protests go through one ear and out the other, much like the first time he accepted a race, he nods his head again. "I'll do it."
"Then it's settled." Miya grins, scratching behind sketchy's ears. "I'll think about what we should bet on."
There are a few awkward moments after he's said that, considering he'd stayed a few minutes to pet sketchy. In utter silence.
"Seriously, Langa you need to think before you accept any race or anything for that matter." You grumble, crossing your arms the moment Miya had walked out. "Miya isn't like Shadow."
"Since when were you two on a first-name basis?" Reki mumbled.
"It's his S name, also since when were we on a first-name basis, Kyan?"
