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.
a/n: this is 1703 words... roughly. take it as calm before the storm.
warnings; mentions food/eating, anxiousness/fear, divorce (it's minor and breezes by) um... using a fear tactic? I guess it's a little angsty or upsetting at the end? if there's anything else (minor or major) don't hesitate to tell me!
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There's an empty feeling in your stomach when you wake up, not that you're hungry, the pit of nerves had finally dug itself out and settled in your head instead.
What a pain. You thought, screwing your eyes shut when the blaring of your ringtone filled your ears.
"Hello?" You murmured, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.
"Good morning, sleepyhead!" They sang, laughing at your annoyed groan.
"What do you want Koji?"
"Let's eat ramen today." He speaks. You can't see the wide grin on his face but you're sure it's there. "I can get you from school."
You laugh quietly, "The last time you got me from school, every person that breathed in your cheap cologne asked me for your number."
"It's not cheap!" He argued, clearing his throat after a moment. "I'll be discreet this time."
"Uh-huh. I'll see you then."
"This is not discreet!" You shouted, bringing more attention to yourself.
Kojiro, clad in a white and yellow striped button shirt (the collar was dangerously low) leans against the pillar near the school gates. He's sporting a wide smile and you swear you can hear camera shutters from every direction.
"Y/n is this your dad!" You see your science teacher from behind you.
Gagging at the mere thought of her making a move, you push him out of the gates. "Yeah, he is! He's gay though, sorry!" She frowns at your addition, waving when you yell out a goodbye.
"Seriously!" He laughs, pushing his hair out of his face. "He's gay though, sorry?" He restates, pushing your shoulder. "Couldn't have said going through a divorce?"
"Well, I didn't want to be a liar." He smacks your head at your comment, shoving a helmet in your hands.
"Your friends don't walk with you?" He asks, looking behind him. "Would've thought I'd seen you with them at the entrance at least."
"Our last classes are on different ends. Mines closer to the lockers." You answer, pushing on the helmet. "We only have our first class together." He hums in acknowledgment.
In the ramen shop, he slurps loudly when he eats. You can practically hear the snarky proud grins coming from the chefs behind the barrier even when they've got their backs to you.
I mean, who wouldn't enjoy a freshly made bowl of ramen.
You freeze when you hear a voice pop up from beside Kojiro, leaning back slightly to be met with red and blue tufts of hair. The anxiety from before comes back in a rush when Langa utters the name of the single person you dread, leg shaking uncontrollably.
