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. ]
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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Sounds good to me! I can't wait to see you.
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Same. I miss you so much it's stupid. Just a couple more hours.
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I dunno if I'm gonna make it, babe. I'm dyin' over here.
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Can you do it during daytime at least?
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I know it's my fault that you worry like this but I can handle a tree. I've been climbing them literally my whole life. And if you think I'm gonna let myself slip up when I wanna see you this bad you're dead fuckin' wrong, babe.
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Fine fine... I wanna see you too, don't get me wrong.
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Hurry up before I change my mind, you brat.
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[ enjoy this sonic paradise of chaotic rustling and bumping around. ]
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Calm down, calm down... No use getting in trouble before we even get to see each other.
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[ more rustling, and voices this time. ]
Say hi to Koyomi. She's been dying to tell you somethin'.
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Uh. Hi Koyomi... What's up?
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'my dad's an asshole,' is what she comes on to say, reki replying from afar, 'fuckin' told you.' but then she goes full reki-mode, loud and hype af because 'we're over 100 likes on tiktok' and 'like, it keeps going up every day, pretty sure this's gonna go viral' and 'when we get that spons money i'm buying a birkin bag, with the crystals on it' until reki asks, 'where the hell are you going with my phone?' and there's sounds of a struggle. ]
She says she misses you good-bye. Go be a good distraction.
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