[ reki's done a lot of stupid shit. in fact, the majority of his life now is dedicated to doing exclusively stupid shit on a skateboard—but this really puts it all to shame. still, he can't say that he doesn't love the way his heart is pounding, his pulse throbbing in his ears as he pushes his way into the bathroom to scope out the scene. of course it's empty, since anyone who's anyone is up on the roof socializing, but he still checks every stall just to be sure.
and then what? how long should he wait? what if qi fang never comes—or gets intercepted along the way by one of his friends? reki guesses it doesn't matter in the long run. sure, it'll suck to not get a chance to steal a moment for themselves, but at least he'll be alone when it dawns on him that it isn't happening.
rather than look like he's up to no fucking good, he hoists himself up on to the sink counter and pulls out his phone. there. now he just looks like he's hiding away from the world and messing with apps, in case someone other than qi fang ends up coming through that door first. ]
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and then what? how long should he wait? what if qi fang never comes—or gets intercepted along the way by one of his friends? reki guesses it doesn't matter in the long run. sure, it'll suck to not get a chance to steal a moment for themselves, but at least he'll be alone when it dawns on him that it isn't happening.
rather than look like he's up to no fucking good, he hoists himself up on to the sink counter and pulls out his phone. there. now he just looks like he's hiding away from the world and messing with apps, in case someone other than qi fang ends up coming through that door first. ]