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One thing that always happens to a cyclist, no matter how skilled they may be, is that they will at some point fall off of their bicycle. Onoda falls a lot, his bicycle covered in scuffs from when it went crashing to the ground. Naruko tends to fall when he overexerts himself, crashing to the ground out of sheer exhaustion. But Imaizumi, he rarely falls.
But, of course, it has to happen sooner or later. He is out on a bicycle ride with Onoda and Naruko, the road damp from a night of heavy rain, when he rides through a puddle. He cycles through puddles all the time, but this time—
His wheels slip and his bicycle skids, lurching to the side. He tries to control the skid, but his frame smacks against the railings by the side of the road and he goes tumbling off of the road.
Yelping in shock, Imaizumi falls onto the soft grass beside the railing, mud squelching as he lands on the thankfully soft ground. Still, the surprise takes the breath out of him, and he gasps, coated in mud.
“Imaizumi-kun!” Onoda yells, the sounds of squealing breaks and frantic footsteps drifting towards him.
Imaizumi eases himself upright, a bit sore despite his soft landing. His friends hurdle the railing and rush towards him, their cleats sinking into the mud.
“Eugh!” Naruko groans, but he offers Imaizumi an outstretched hand.
Onoda also offers him a hand, frowning with concern. “Are you okay, Imaizumi-kun.”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he says, letting them help him to his feet. “Just a bit… muddy.”
“Yeah, you’re filthy!” Naruko says, laughing.
“Oh shut up,” Imaizumi mutters, frowning.
“I’m glad you’re okay, Imaizumi-kun,” Onoda says, smiling sweetly.
So is Imaizumi. Although he wishes the mud would stop soaking into his clothes.