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The sun beat down on Okinawa as Langa skated down the increasingly familiar palm-tree lined streets. Sweat dripped down the Canadian's forehead, the scorching hot gravel threatening to melt the wheels off his brand new board. His Maximum the Hormone tee, which was previously stuck to his skin like glue, whipped around in the wind. A couple of passersby, kids coming home from night tutoring or workers going to bars, occasionally stopped and stared at the effortlessly cool teenager in front of them. After all, Langa skated so naturally, it was like the skateboard was an extension of himself.
Langa didn't care. All he cared about was getting to Reki's house as soon as possible. The sooner he got there, the more time he'd be able to spend with his kind-of-but-also-not-really boyfriend, whom he was positively smitten with. Reki's face, his smile, his laugh, his hair, everything about him was the epitome of joy, all of it in one warm, fun-loving guy. Langa was so lucky Reki had chosen him.
Langa knocked on Reki's door and was immediately tackled to the asphalt by his lover.
"Langa! You come!" Reki cried in broken English, grinning at him. "My best person!" He peppered Langa with kisses all over.
Langa smiled shyly, feeling a flush creeping up his neck. "It's my favorite person, Reki, not my best," he corrected patiently, ruffling Reki's hair. The redhead gave him a stubborn peck in response. His citrusy shampoo smelled like heaven to Langa.
Reki helped him up, and they dashed to his room before Reki threw himself onto his mattress. The AC hit Langa pleasantly as he sat on his partner's bed. Reki's room was messy, with laundry, skate magazines, and skateboard parts littered all over the floor. The walls had posters of skateboarders and rock bands strewn across them, all of which Langa had studied (and Googled when he got home). Reki was a huge fan of ONE OK ROCK, and when Langa first discovered that, he immediately listened to every single album and EP of theirs.
Langa recently discovered another band called "SiM", short for "Silence iz Mine". The nu-metal band described themselves as "reggae PUNX". Langa really appreciated their sound and soon found himself unable to listen to anything else. He particularly enjoyed a track called "In the Rain", mostly because it reminded him so much of Reki, but he liked all of their songs. "You should listen to this new band I found," Langa suddenly stammered. Reki looked at him with great interest and snuggled closer to him.
The Canadian pulled out his phone and earbuds, popping one into both his and his kinda-sorta boyfriend's ears. Reki just sat there, curled up against the other, enjoying the music.
"This is really good," Reki murmured during "KiLLiNG ME", one of the more romantic tracks. Langa hummed in response, kissing the redhead, whose skin matched the color of his hair. They rested there for a bit longer before Langa felt himself drifting into sleep.
"Night, Reki," the blue-haired one whispered into Reki's hair. "I love you."
The last thing Langa heard before slumber overtook him was "I love you too, Langa".