rekd | knock me down like a heavyweight

knock me down like a heavyweight

[ by the time reki's gotten to his seat in homeroom, it feels like the night before was all just some sort of hazy, surreal dream. a lot's happened since then; for one, his arm is bandaged all the way up to the elbow, compliments of a gnarly gash he got bailing straight into a cluster of jagged rocks, he's probably killed off half the brain cells he's got left skidding on his face, and the unfathomable weight of last night's loss is heavy on his mind. kinda hard to think about anything else when he can still hear his skateboard crackling beneath the flames. fuckin' sucks, man.

it takes awhile for him to zone back into reality. really, it's less of a zone and more of a jolt, when the gaggle of jeering students crowding around him start to dissipate and he notices qi fang with a start. fuck, he forgot all about those english notes. even worse, qi fang looks so good, fresh-faced and distractingly handsome. reki, on the other hand, looks like he stayed up til the early hours of the morning getting stitched up in the ER and barely slid into class in time for the bell in yesterday's wrinkled clothes. embarrassing.

whatever. he has until lunch to think up a good excuse for why he can't return those notes yet. instead, of course, he sleeps straight through all of his classes and sleep-walks up the stairs to the roof, flopping into his usual spot against the fence, debating whether or not he even wants to be awake to eat. a nap in the sun sounds a lot better, so he pulls his hoodie up and leans his head back against the chain links, letting his eyes drift shut slowly. ]

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C'mon, you trying to make me blush? Cuz it's working, you asshole.

[ alright, he can't really hide the big grin he gets from that. but maybe reki's close enough that he won't notice, or too preoccupied with morning cartoons to rib him for it. by now they're both leaning into each other, like they're using the other one for support, heads bowed together like they're sharing a little secret. honestly it's sick, but no one's around to judge them and he definitely isn't going to say anything about it. ]

Only fair.

[ nah, he doesn't notice. not because he's too close or staring at the tv, but because he's completely fucking wiped and this is the coziest he's ever felt in his life. fuck literally everything else, he just wants to close his eyes and feel qi fang's voice rumble beneath his ear. which means qi fang's safe to grin however he wants—for now. ]

[ yeah, honestly, a nap or two wouldn't be so bad right about now... and he definitely got more sleep than reki, so je can't even imagine how reki himself must be feeling. he can sense the weight on his shoulder getting a little heavier, but that's fine. it's not like he's at any risk of tipping over. carefully, he reaches over to lower the volume on the tv some, humming softly in affirmation as if to give the other permission to drift off. if reki doesn't seem to worried about being caught like this by his own family then... it should be okay, right? ]

[ it's whatever, not like they're indecent. qi fang's already been debriefed on the story he's supposed to tell; it's in his hands now. reki's fucking gone to the world for the rest of the cartoon and two commercial breaks, sleeping even through his mother's return and the chaos of two toddlers bursting into the den. mrs. kyan doesn't even ask any questions beyond whether or not qi fang wants more food, a drink, or maybe a fresh slice of cake from the box in her hands, and reki manages to stay unconscious through both his sisters clamoring on to his lap and falling asleep too.

it's only when his mother starts on lunch in the kitchen that something startles him awake. the problem is 'awake' isn't something he's ready to be yet, and he mumbles grumpily about it right into qi fang's shoulder. ]

Shit. What time is it?

[ for all the chaos that happens on the seemingly regular for the kyan household, qi fang figures it only makes sense that the matron of it would have grown to be pretty desensitized to... everything. she hardly even blinks at the scene she walks into upon returning home, instead making qi fang flush in bashfulness over her fussing. he does, in fact, help himself to a slice of cake (upon her insistence!) but does it all as quietly as possible so as not to disturb the other boy still snoozing away on his shoulder.

he's taken to looking through his phone after several attempts at dozing off himself doesn't pan out, so when reki finally stirs he's all too ready to answer. ]

11:40. The year's 2134 and AIs rule over us now.

[ he stops his game of bejeweled and sets his phone back down, glancing over at the other. ]

Sleep well?

Dope. They don't need me then.

[ reki's about to go right back to his spot and drift again, but he gets caught up in glancing at qi fang too. it feels like there's a Rule that should apply here; if he tells the truth and admits that this is the most divine nap he's ever taken, it's a little much, right?

luckily, he's saved by the soft sounds of conversation from the kitchen. or, his mother's end is soft; he hears his grandma loudly proclaim, "i don't know, but if he doesn't jump that boy's bones, i will!" and immediately reaches for one of his sisters. ]

Heyyy, look at that, time to go. Didn't you wanna hit up your place? Help me out, take Chihiro.

[ qi fang moves accordingly, but it's mainly instinct that's got him reaching out for one of the snoozing toddlers. ]

Whaaat, but your mom's making lunch.

[ qi fang isn't whining, you're whining. ok so he's whining but who can blame him! the smells from the kitchen have been wafting in since reki's second rem cycle, and qi fang's been such a good patient boy this whole time... maybe if they ask nicely, she'll pack some up for them?? ]

[ reki listens to the harpyesque cackling in the kitchen and is suddenly confronted with the most terrifying prospect of all: lunch with his whole family. he can see it now, ma pulling out the photo albums, grandma interjecting with lewd and off-color jokes—no thank you. ]

I can make you lunch. Watch her head.

[ he's got no idea if qi fang knows how to perform a three-point toddler pass, but he demonstrates anyway, cradling nanaka's little head and slowing slipping his fingers out from under her once she's in place. ]

[ how quickly qi fang's tune changes upon being given the prospect of reki's cooking. would it be any better than his mom's? in taste, who can say. but the fact that reki would be making him food already makes it ten times better in every other way. he sits up a little straighter, cradles the snoozing young girl closer to his chest. ]

Got it. Let's scram.

[ sure, it was amusing hearing the grandmother check him out, but he can see how that'd get old pretty fast for reki.

he climbs up to his feet, adjusting his arms gently. then he jerks his head towards the rooms. ]

Put 'em down and then your window again, or..?

Ma! We're outta here.

[ he'd rather deal with the scene shouting that across the house causes than the fluttery bullshit that happens in his heart when he sees qi fang cradling chihiro like that. like magic, reki goes from soft eyes and glowing cheeks to growling that no, they're not staying for lunch, NO they don't want to bring it with them, NO they're not lugging an entire fucking box of cake halfway across town.

neither of the twins stir no matter how loud it gets, and reki quickly helps qi fang unload his little bundle of feral joy, snuggling the pair together and shrugging off his hoodie to cover them both. ]

Come with me. I gotta grab another hoodie and if I leave you out here alone, they're gonna chain you to the freaking table.

And ply me full of cake, oh no...

[ yeah, qi fang doesn't sound too cut up about that possibility. but! he still follows reki back to his room like a good fuck buddy whatever he is.

he lingers by the doorway, folding his arms and leaning against it while he waits. ]

It was nice of them to let you sleep, at least.

Yeah, they're not the worst sometimes.

[ maybe today's color is yellow. he has just the hoodie for it, grabs that and a headband to leash down the unruly mess his hair has become between the shower and falling back asleep, and then he pats down the bed to locate that bottle. both of them, actually, he'll slide them into his back pocket, then grab qi fang's shoes from the night before and hand them over on his way back out the door. ]

Sure you're ready to get the hell outta here though. I grew up here and it's too loud for me.

[ qi fang notices the bottles and shifts a little in his place, trying not to let his mind get away from him while they're still not technically in the clear. ]

Nah, it's nice. You'll probably think my place is creepy cuz it's so quiet. I can promise it isn't haunted.

[ he takes the shoes in one hand and absently reaches out with the other to tuck a wayward lock of reki's hair into the headband, before moving out of the way to let reki lead them out. ]

Sounds fucking sublime. I'll take quiet ghosts over little sisters any day.

[ yeah, too bad about that. reki wants to shove him right into the wall and kiss him so hard right now. he shoots him a look that means pretty much the same thing anyway and ushers them toward the front door with a sigh. ]

You sure you're not like a secret skating prodigy?

[ like, are they really gonna have to walk like cavemen? ]

[ yeah, nah, he is not gonna think about that look right now. he's still in shorts, after all, free-balling it. the last thing either of them need is reki's grandma catching him with a semi.

anyway. ]

99% sure I'm not. I mean I can do it, I just won't be impressive on it. So if you're not gonna be embarrassed having a chump on one of your boards...

[ reki stops dead short. this changes everything. ]

Like... You can stay on and manage a reasonable speed?

[ qi fang almost walks right into him wtf warn a dude ]

Yeah? It was a whole thing in middle school and I haven't been on one in a while but I'm pretty sure...

[ reki's never felt this #blessed. once they've got their shoes on, he hooks his fingers into the pocket of qi fang's hoodie and pulls him along, out the front door and into the yard, past the charred wreckage of his board from last night and straight into the shed again. ]

Knock yourself out.

[ it's not like there's a shortage of decks to choose from. reki's just gonna grab an old, beat to shit nickel board, but the rest are in pristine condition. ]

[ qi fang falters a little when he lays his eyes on the array of boards at his disposal. he feels a little out of his element, because each one looks so different from the other that he's sure there's a different purpose for all of them.

eventually he just opts for the plainest looking one, holding it up towards reki. ]

This one's not gonna suddenly launch rockets when I use it, is it?

[ reki gives him an anxious look. ]

Uhh... Why would it do that? Don't be a dumbass.

[ obviously this one is rocket-free. there's no chassis to hold one on this board in particular, and anyway, reki's done the math and it's physically impossible to nail the torque conversion it'd take to fire off a rocket from a deck in any direction you'd hypothetically want it to go. he's done the math so hard he still has scars from the burns and the bail. ]

Try standing on it.

[ qi fang shrugs, setting the board down. it had been a flippant comment, meant to make light of all the chaos that can be found in reki's workshop. ~~look at me, trying to reason out my shit.~~ ]

Don't worry if I fall I won't sue.

[ he tests a foot on it, rolling the board a few times before bracing himself and hopping on with both feet. he wobbles a little, but maintains his balance just fine. he looks up, holding his hands up as if to say satisfied? ]

Good luck getting blood outta this rock anyway.

[ is he satisfied? not really, not because of anything qi fang's doing, but because of a thousand tiny variables he puts together in a half a second's glance. it's not like he's moving, so he can't tell for sure what's off, but he's obsessed enough with all of this shit to take a calculated guess and whip another board off the racks, setting it down on the floor. ]

Try this one.

[ it happens in a second, so quickly qi fang can't be too sure, but he swears he saw a weird flash behind reki's eyes as he looks him over. something critical and calculating. he feels an odd thrill from it, but he wouldn't be able to describe it even if he tried. ]

Kay...

[ he steps off the other board and mounts the new one. it's a little flashier than the first, but it feels sturdier under his weight somehow. ]

Feels nice.

Right? The bearings are tighter and there's a wider wheelset on this one.

[ like qi fang cares. anyway. now reki's looking at him again, not trying to discern anything in particular. just kinda... filing this view away for later. he tilts his head one way, then the other to get the full scope. ]

You look fuckin' hot.

[ it's not that qi fang doesn't, he just doesn't understand what any of it means. he tries to, to his credit, head tilting curiously as he looks down at the board and lets it roll back and forth beneath him a few times.

he's looking back up at that last comment, unable to help the smirk on his lips. ]

You're just saying that cuz I'm wearing your clothes.

[ he snickers, pushing off the floor to roll where reki stands, coming to a stop right in front of him. thank god he can still do this, otherwise that could've been real embarrassing. ]

Shall we?

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LMAO I GOT MY TIMELINES CROSSED ignore me.....

LMAOOO I thought u were doing some FoReShAdoWinG

NO IM JUST A DUMBASS

it's still my fault for never letting u out of threads lmaooo

pls like i ain't making my home in ur journal