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The orange lights lit up the old construction site repurposed as a skatepark, with graffiti and stickers decorating the cement walls and floors. It was the first time Kurona had ever been to such a place, the place was buzzing with teenagers rolling around on their boards, scooters, and skates. Some partying while the others were doing tricks.
“You’re getting too fascinated, don’t take it all in.” Said the curly-haired boy in front of Kurona. He smiles, knowing the good intentions of his boyfriend. It’s been almost a month since they first started dating and every day they learn something new about each other. Whether it’s an undiscovered interest or a hidden beauty mark, it’s been an adventure.
Kurona chases after Kiyora, “I didn’t know you hung out at these types of places. Such a bad boy, bad boy.” He knew Kurona knew from their days of being just friends Kiyora hung out at abandoned sites, but he didn’t expect the places to be like this. The graffiti-covered walls, the distant echoes of laughter, and the flickering streetlights cast an almost eerie glow, giving the place a raw, edgy vibe.
The two boys walk past the indoor bowl, the smooth curves of the concrete glistening under the dim lights, when a teen their age greets them. “Yo bladie! I see ya brought a cute one tonight.” The girl leans forward to the redhead, her eccentric style highlighted by her brightly dyed hair and mismatched clothing. Kurona felt an arm wrap around him and pull him in close, the warmth of Kiyora's body a comforting contrast to the cool air.
“What’s that supposed to mean? You picking a fight?” Kiyora’s eyes narrow down, keeping Kurona close to him.
The girl lets out a laugh, “Ya know I don’t swing that way, bladie. It’s the first time I’ve seen ya like this, lucky guy~ Ahaha!” The girl chuckles again before leaving the two alone with a wave of goodbye.
The moment she was out of Kiyora’s sight, he lets go of Kurona and retracts his hand back into his pocket, the cool night air quickly filling the space where his warmth had been. Kurona swings his arm over Kiyora’s shoulder, pulling him close again. “Possessive, possessive,” he teases, his voice soft and playful.
Kiyora looks the other way in an attempt to hide his red face, the blush creeping up his cheeks despite his best efforts. “Shut up, I’ll punch you,” he mutters, his voice a mix of embarrassment and mock annoyance.
Kurona giggles at the remark, “Also, bladie? Seriously? I see where it’s from but-” he cuts himself off from his sentence, trying to contain his laughter. His eyes sparkle with amusement, the corners crinkling as he fights to keep a straight face. Kiyora decides to ignore the teasing and continue walking.
Past the crowd inside the building was an open lot, a field with ramps, rails, and more bowls. The vibe was different from inside, some people were just trying to have a good time and chill rides, and some even tinkering with their rides adding a gas boost or the like.
“Oi, Kiyoraa” A lazy voice calls out to him, he looks over to the source and sees his senior leaning on a rundown car. Otoya had some energy drinks on top of the car’s hood, one already cracked open for him with his friend, Karasu, sat on top of the vehicle with a laptop on his lap.
Kiyora reached the car and threw his bag on the hood against the hollow windshield, the car was rusting, not too badly, enough to be used as a hangout spot for a couple of months. He looks over to Kurona with a skateboard in his hand, “You ready?”
Kurona trips on the skateboard for what it feels like the millionth of time, he grows more and more frustrated with every fall. “You suck,” said the guy teaching him. Kurona brings his mouth to a pout and helps himself up, “Mean, mean.” he says before leaving Kiyora alone.
Kiyora clicks his tongue and picks up his skateboard, making his way back to the rundown car. Otoya had gone off to have fun himself, the echoes of his laughter faintly audible in the distance. Kiyora takes a can from the hood, the metal cold against his fingers, and pulls on the tab, the hiss of carbonation breaking the silence.
“Aren’t you going to go after him?” Karasu asks from above, he saw everything unfold despite being in front of his laptop most of the time.
The place becomes busier with every hour that goes by; more riders, tinkerers, and even partygoers fill up the area. The hum of conversation, the clatter of boards on pavement, and the distant thrum of music create a lively, chaotic symphony. The spot the group chose is further away from the main bowls, a secluded corner where the concrete is cracked and weeds poke through the gaps, securing quite a quiet place compared to the bustling heart of the skate park.
Kiyora takes a sip from his can, “He’s fine, he’ll come back later,” he says with a nonchalant shrug, but the crease between his brows betrays his worry. Karasu shrugs in response, knowing there’s little he can do about it.
The two sit in silence, with the sounds of Karasu typing as their background music, minutes pass by. Too many minutes. Kurona’s supposed to be back by now.
Tapping his finger on the hood, Kiyora grows anxious. What if something happened to him? What if someone tries to hit on him again? Thoughts ran around his mind.
He wasn’t the type to overthink, no, actions usually came first before thinking for the boy. Kiyora squeezed the empty can and threw it on the cement floor. He couldn’t take his thoughts anymore, maybe it was time to chase after Kurona.
Kiyora corrects his position, no longer leaning on the hood, and makes his way back to the building. His steps are slow, trying to scan through the area on where Kurona would be. Through the heart of the party, there was no sign of the shark-loving boy. ‘Good’ thought Kiyora, that meant no one’s keeping him captive.
He makes it through the exit, past the gradient of the skaters’ territory he sees the boy he’s looking for. Squatting on a wall, his hair shined from an orange streetlamp, head cradled in his legs. Kiyora felt a wash of relief seeing Kurona safe and sound.
He walks up to the boy and squats down in front of him, lowering his head in an attempt to get his boyfriend to look at him. “Ranze, I’m sorry, ‘kay?” Kiyora says in a hushed voice, so very quiet and intimate to hear, the words almost lost in the ambient noise of the skate park.
Kurona doesn’t reply to the words, his gaze fixed on the ground. Kiyora sits down with his knees against his chest, the rough texture of the pavement pressing through his jeans as he shuffles closer to the boy. The night air is cool, and a gentle breeze ruffles their hair. “You know I didn’t mean it like that, I was just teasing you and,” He cuts his own words off once Kurona lets go of his arms with a smile.
Their faces are inches apart, the warmth of their breaths mingling in the small space between them. Kurona looks down at the deflated teen who is trying to cheer him up, his eyes sparkling with mischief and affection. Kurona’s body shakes with giggles, the sound light and melodic. “You care about me.”
Kiyora relaxes his body, his face is drawn with annoyance with the fact that he even cared about such a human. “’ Can’t believe you made me go out of my way because you threw a tantrum,” he mutters, rubbing his eyes as the tiredness catches up to him. The streetlights cast long shadows on the ground, and the distant sound of music and chatter from the night’s activities creates a serene backdrop.
The warmth of a pair of hands cups Kiyora’s cheeks, the touch soft and reassuring. Kurona leans in, leaving a kiss on the raven’s lips. A short one, but it is endearing, filled with unspoken apologies and promises. The kiss leaves a lingering warmth, a silent testament to their bond.
Kurona hops up and crosses his arms trying to regulate his body heat, shivering slightly as the cool night air wraps around him. The moonlight highlights his breath in the crisp air, each exhale a visible puff. “It’s cold, it’s cold. Let’s get back inside.”
Kiyora is left there speechless by such an action, his body staying still. The contrast between the warmth Kurona's presence had provided and the sudden chill of his absence is palpable. The night envelops him, the distant sounds of the skate park now muffled and distant. Kiyora’s eyes follow Kurona as he moves away, the streetlights casting long shadows that dance around them. He can still feel the residual warmth of Kurona’s touch on his cheeks, a stark contrast to the cold air biting at his skin.
The stars above twinkle in the clear night sky, casting a soft, silvery glow over everything, but their beauty is lost on Kiyora as he sits there, feeling the weight of the moment. “Shit,” he breathes, the word barely more than a whisper in the stillness of the night. Kiyora helps himself up, the cool pavement pressing against his palms as he steadies himself, and starts to walk in Kurona’s direction.
“What do I do with you?” he murmurs, the words carried away by a gentle breeze. An unusual smile creeps up on his face, one that is both fond and resigned.