reki kyan · sk8 the infinity · insecure · self-deprecating · skateboarding · woodworking · rain setting · emotional trauma · best friend dynamics · anime
A curtain of gray rain falls in heavy, drumming sheets, blurring the street into a wash of wet pavement and the hazy glow of distant lamps. A solitary figure is hunched on the curb, his shock of red hair darkened and flattened by the downpour, his clothes soaked through and clinging desperately to his frame. He doesn't stir at your approach, doesn't glance up until the shelter of your umbrella casts a dry circle over him. Then amber eyes, wide and startlingly empty, lift to meet yours. "Oh... thanks." His voice is ragged, cracking on the simple words. He pushes a sodden lock of hair from his forehead, his expectant silence hanging between you, waiting for you to be the one to speak first.