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Lately Reki hasn't been able to get much sleep. Whether it was due to S meetings with Langa, studying with Langa, his favorite late night skating with Langa or just spending time with Langa, there was never enough space left to properly take some time off and relax.
So he was really surprised when it actually came to the point of being alone.
Reki was listening to the silent noise of rain pouring against his window that night, staring at his ceiling blankly. It was late, past midnight for sure, and the usually colorful room was drowning in darkness.
Lying there on top of his bed in the shadows and looking up to the moon was … something else. Most importantly, something he hadn’t done in a while. Being with Langa all the time felt like second, no, first nature. It came without further additions, like breathing. They’d come home, eat together, do stuff, eat again and do more stuff. And really, Reki didn’t have anything to complain about. There was nothing he’d rather do than spend time and skate with his best friend. Occasionally, Langa would also watch and even assist Reki with the work on a few new boards, sometimes he would make suggestions and share his thoughts.
Now that he was alone, he couldn’t help but feel off. Obviously it would be different to be alone than in company, but he had expected it to be more …
enjoyable.
Before, when he had been used to being by himself, he had done all these things with earbuds in: Some music and everything was okay again. He hadn’t expected to just be overthrown by this cold surrounding him. The warm feeling of delight had left him as soon as Langa and him exchanged their goodbyes for the night. Not even his blanket had some spare heat left. The creeping chill running down his spine was his last sense of temperature, spreading uncomfortably fast from the tips of his toes up to the last corners of his mind.
Reki turned to his side sullen. He wasn’t just missing warmth, he was missing familiarity. The familiarity he saw in Langa.
If he was here, he would lie next to him on top of the blanket, one hand lying under the pillow, the other one right next to his. His silky blue hair would fall into his perfect face and hang just loosely enough for him to see Langa’s shining blue eyes, bright like the sunlit sky on a summer morning. The soft smile his mouth would crinkle to would compliment those picturesque cheekbones.
Sighing, Reki shut his eyes, blocking- well, trying to block it. To block the thoughts. But it was just too much. How it felt, how it would feel. Was that right?
To be cuddled up with him, ... Langa’s body radiating heat against his own, hearing, feeling , the soft little puffs of air being blown into his direction. Reki would be able to hear his own heartbeat, how it would be pounding against his ribcage rapidly, uncontrollably.
And Langa’s free hand would lie next to Reki’s. Their hands would barely touch, but the pinkies would scratch each other now and then. Together, he thought, they'd look really... adorable. Langa’s big palms and long fingers were cool and came in handy sometimes, especially when he helped him crafting on some new boards. Funny enough, they made Reki's look really tiny, but he didn't care about that. Actually, although he hated to admit it, he liked it better this way.
Reki was so lost in thoughts and dreams, he didn‘t even realize the heaviness of his eye lids as the minutes went by. Not long after, he was fast asleep, his breath calm and steady, with his hand lying next to his head - palm wide open. It was more than right. They'd me more than right.
The next morning, when his mother came into his room to wake him, she found her son smiling.
・♡・
It was still quite early when Langa arrived at Reki’s and his typical meet up spot by the street sign next to the crossroad. The sky was colored in shades of pink, orange and yellow, as if the sun kissed its surroundings good morning. The cool wind brushed his cheeks gently as he was standing on his skateboard, looking for his best friend from afar.
And in fact, he was already able to see him. Reki was driving towards his direction. Through the breeze messing with his bright red hair, all of his strokes were fluttering around his head vividly. He waved wildly with his hands. Langa felt the corner of his lips lifting up.
Reki stopped, got off his board and greeted him with their familiar handshake. Langa enjoyed every second. As Reki moved to bump their fists, Langa’s eyes followed his every little motion. The presence of their knuckles against each other struck him. There was a little tug in his fingertips, running through his whole hand up to his head and flowing through his whole body, just like a sensation flowing with the blood in his veins. His eyes trailed along Reki’s closed fist, examining all those little scars and scratches. The newest one, he had been there when it marked him, had still the crimson crust attached.
It had lasted barely for a millisecond, but Langa had lost track. He tensed again when Reki backed his hand away again.
“Langa?” He leant his head to the right. “Are you alright?”
Langa gulped, noticing a little sweatpearl building on his forehead.
“May… I?” What was he even doing? Langa didn’t know, but it didn’t matter.
Slowly he reached for Reki’s hand, putting it into his own palm.
“Eh?!” Reki’s fingers were trembling lightly.
He had a lot more of those little scars, Langa saw, but they suited him. They looked amazing in contrast to his wild mane and his shiny eyes, this bubbly personality. Langa couldn’t imagine Reki’s hands without those scratches.
“What the hell?” His voice cracked.
He wasn’t backing away this time, though. Langa looked up again. Reki’s face was just as bright as his hair, eyes directed to Langa’s fingers. He exhaled, closing his eyes.
“Nothing,” he chuckled, “I was just wondering about something.”
Now Reki took his hand back, hurriedly pulling it behind his head.
“Ha, ...” He turned to look away. “You’re weird.”
Letting his board fall to the ground, he quickly jumped on top and waved for Langa to come along. The blue-haired smiled.
A smile that reflected the one Reki’s lips were wearing, Langa didn’t see it though. Seeing it wasn’t needed to feel it.