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Reki completes his next beef at 'S' with two broken ribs, a dislocated finger, and a smile spread wide across his face. As his board grinds to a halt at the finish, Langa has to look away. There's a tightness in his chest, a measurement of feelings that he can't shape into words.
"It's really not so bad," Reki flashes him a peace sign later, from the hospital bed. "I'll be in & outta here before you know it."
"Yeah, don't worry." Miya supplies cheerfully. "They already bent his finger back. If you're so concerned, why don't you kiss it better?"