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"So, Mr. Kyan, you've made both skateboards and snowboards for the Olympics now, correct? Langa Hasegawa's snowboard is one of yours, I believe." The interviewer leaned in closer, a friendly smile on her face. Reki missed her name at the start of this thing, and it was too awkward to ask now. He'd feel worse about that if he could focus on anything but his rising anxiety. He'd never been interviewed before, no one ever really wanted to talk to him, he was used to just being the guy behind the scenes. And that was fine, honestly. Back in high school he thought he wanted to be the center of attention, but now that he was…
Reki laughed nervously and rubbed at the back of his neck. “Ye-yeah, both his boards were made by me, actually.” How did he ever get so lucky? To have a boyfriend who is an Olympian athlete in not one but two sports? “I made him a skateboard first, since that’s what I’m…” his voice died in his throat as he glanced up, movement at the edge of his vision catching his eye. “Wait--”
The interviewer turned around as well, smiling brightly. “Oh, hello!” she brushed her hair back behind her ear. “I didn’t know we'd be seeing you today!”
Langa nodded, taking a seat next to Reki, and the redhead stared at him with wide eyes. “How’s it goin’ Reki?” the athlete said softly, settling in his chair. “Good interview?”
“No no no, just because I accidentally did this to you does not mean you get to do it to me!” Reki protested, feeling his cheeks heat up. “Langa, c’mon man.” This was just embarrassing, even if he was secretly glad Langa had shown up. It took the focus off of him for a second, at least.
Langa simply shrugged. “Well I’m here now, so…” Like that was a good enough excuse. When he noticed the interviewer staring at them curiously, he offered an explanation. “Reki FaceTimed me in an interview once.”
Reki sighed, sinking further down into his seat. “Not on purpose, dude! Who answers their phone during an interview anyway?” This was just getting better and better by the minute. The guys were never going to let him live this down. “Why did you answer?” he looked over at Langa, who blinked, confused.
“Because it was you,” Langa said, as if that cleared everything up. “If it had been like, my mom or something I wouldn’t have answered. But it was you , Reki. Had to see what my beautiful boyfriend needed.”
And he thought he couldn’t blush any harder. “Shut up,” he huffed, pushing at Langa’s shoulder playfully. “You’re always sayin’ stuff like that.” It took him a second to process the deafening silence in the room. What? He turned his attention from Langa and scanned the room. What did--
Langa called him his boyfriend. During a live interview. When neither of them were officially out.
Oops.
Across from them the interviewer was smiling from ear-to-ear, like the cat who got the cream. Reki supposed she did, actually. This was bound to blow up. He sighed internally, straightened his shoulders, and grabbed Langa’s hand, intertwining their fingers before giving the interviewer his best smile.
They could do this.
Together.