My one and only, Belove(d)

Chapter 5. ☆

IMPORTANT TW('S): gets a bit spicy towards the end.

Authors Note: Again, I know it's been a hot moment but i've been busy with school and what not and i've been losing my mind a bit for this chapter since I didn't know what to put even though I planned this out throughly. Either way this is a draft and I can change it later if I really wanted to. Anyway, Just enjoy the read and i'll try to whip up Chapter 6 as soon as I can!

The weather in Brighton was decent. The wind was hitting Tamaki's hair in an angle where it wouldn't frizz up and The Belove would have to maintain it all over again. It was a decent 14-15°C(57-59℉) which meant, It was good skating weather. Tamaki had already picked out a good outfit which was just a simple oversized dark gray hoodie with a 'My Chemical Romance' T-Shirt layered on top, long flared black pants, and his typical Converse's. Accessory wise, he had on his usual star necklace along with a bit of his hair tied up and black fingerless gloves in case he trips and falls on his hands from skating. Before Tamaki ran out the house, he made sure everything was cleaned up behind him so he wouldn't get in trouble from making a mess. The Belove quickly turned off his room light and grabbed his skateboard which was hanging on the back of his door. He made sure that he had his phone, wallet, and house keys while walking down the stairs since he didn't want to leave any of those items behind. Phone: for contact reasons and in case he has an emergency, Wallet: in case he's making a purchase and he needs to pay for something with his debit card, and house keys: well, it's in the name but just in case he comes home early and Takami still wasn't home.  As The Belove finally left his home, he let out a heavy sigh and prayed that he wasn't being fooled by someone wanting to hang out with him. His social anxiety caused him to overthink but he could only hope for the best and not overwhelm himself too much..Otherwise, that wouldn't be good for him and it would not end well. Tamaki locked the front of his door, making sure it was nice and secure so the home wouldn't be broken into. Even though Brighton was the safest place in the United Kingdom to live, it was just a typical thing to do due to formerly living in the States. It wasn't really safe to live in the city of Chicago due to the crime rate being much higher than it is in the UK.

As Tamaki finally walked his way towards the sidewalk, he put his skateboard down and stared at the ground. It was much smoother than the ones back in the city. The city ones were always rocky and The Belove always ended up tripping and falling from the conditions. The evidence on hands was scarring. It always got scratched, torn up, bloody, and scarred, But Tamaki believed that scar's always have a story behind them and you risked the pain to get them or that he was close to death without actually fully dying. Either way, he found them pretty sick and if someone had a problem with it, they had a problem with him.

During the entire skate towards Brighton Beach, Tamaki was looking back at his watch and back to paying attention to the road so he wouldn't crash into a car or anything worse. He didn't want to risk a collision and then end up dying because of it. Even though, He has been hit by a car back in the city whilst skating... once. maybe twice and yet he managed to live. The first time wasn't a huge deal, but the second time landed him in the emergency room. Either way Tamaki dealt with serious injuries for a lot of his life, and one that stuck out to him the most was always breaking his nose due to baseball. The amount of times The Belove broke his nose due to baseball was uncountable at that point yet he missed the noise of the crack and the blood dripping down as if it were a waterfall down his face onto his lips and then onto his uniform. So it wasn't really a huge deal for Tamaki to get hurt all over again, even if his parents are cautious of his own safety. Thinking about the whole injury though, Tamaki's body ran cold, especially the thought of knowing he broke his nose multiple times. It got to the point where he was getting dysmorphic with his nose and getting insecure of it.. but, it didn't really matter anymore since he doesn't look at his own face as often as he should.