[ fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you want to look at it, qi fang had no underground skate fight club to snatch his attention away from the evening's dalliance. in fact, after a few parried texts with reki upon getting home, he hadn't anything else to keep his mind from drifting back to all that they'd done. all that they could still potentially do.

at least the general chaos of school provides something of a distraction. sun jing is still sun jing, after all, and chuckling over his best friend's general missteps with her own love life is often a good bulk of the morning's activities. sure, he keeps an eye out for reki, but apart from a quick meeting of their eyes right before the homeroom bell rings, trying to get the redhead's attention proves to be more difficult than he'd anticipated. he can't easily tell if the other boy is just avoiding him — for the most part, their paths don't usually cross anyway — but he manages to find out where the other boy's slunked off to for lunch, and breaks off with his own group of friends to seek the other out. he's not really one to dwell, after all; if this is something he shouldn't continue to think about, he'd rather know now than later. ]

Pretty sure nothing I did would've banged up your arm, so I can only assume you tripped on your way home. Should've let me walk you when I offered.

[ he greets reki with a gentle shove to his foot, and when the other boy looks up he'll offer the second rice ball he'd been carrying for a light lunch. he doesn't sit yet, though, thinking he should at least wait for an invitation. ]