SUDNO ⚘ MOLCHAT DOMA
"Look in its eyes and fall into tears."

Reki, did not bring victory, as he only brought shame and an arm injury. poetic and rythmic as stated it to be, it was was still disturbing.

cacophony of yells and cheers for adam were like a shrill ring to Miya's ears, the appalling scenery of his friend laying unconscious was the cause of the wicked man himself, who Miya used to admire dearly.

Hatred, rage—negative emotions were like explosives that could abolish his entirety with a blow.

"Miya," A hand reached out to him, "Lets go get Reki."

Miya could only nod, running over to the flowery pink car that weren't fitting of the circumstances. yet it was the least of his worries.

The area was dim, only being illuminated by multiple ceiling lights that lacked luster, a dull shine emitting from them.

The trio could only stand by and wait for Reki's appearance. stifled by the unsettlingly tense atmosphere that brought them anticipating silence.

(let me just throw in a low-quality miya in here)

Miya stood up once he recognized bright red hair emerge from the faintly lit area of the hospital, as well as [name] who mimicked his actions for a dramatic feel.

"They said two weeks to full recovery." The prominent fracture was now wrapped around a protective cast. The medical object itched [name]'s mind—perhaps they remembered something.

"Nothing wrong with my head!"

His words were like a melody of consolation, bringing ease to their concern that was beginning to be vexatious to handle.

"You're lucky you got off with just that much." Miya's back was slouched, his head aching from stress due to the current events. "Sorry about that Miya. I told you that i'd win." His words had nearly reached his heart. instead of worrying for his own well-being, he was worrying for being unable to bring justice for the humiliation placed on Miya the other day.

"That's why I told you. Theres no way a slime can win against the final boss." Said miya, walking past Reki who appeared (unsurprisingly) irritated.

"But you know... I'll promote you to a golem or something."

"What was that?"

"He said you looked cool."

Miya immediately drew back to confront Langa, shouting in a low voice as if to be discreet. "I didn't say anything like that!" He was puffing out what seemed to be steams, displaying his discontent to the blunt statement.

"Huh? Man, Japanese is so difficult."

"Let's not fool around. We have someone here that's next in line for skating against Adam." Shadow's austere gaze brought them back to the reality of the current situation, recalling the image of Reki losing stability—something Adam had premeditated.

"It's my fault. I roped you into all this too Langa."

Whilst the duo shared a few words, [nane] was absorbed in their ponders about Adam. He was truly dramatic, [name] wouldn't be surprised if he was once amongst those drama kids in high school. His eldritch persona that he flaunts without oscillation was questionable. he was an obscure man that no one could read—as if he was an intricate riddle that no one could decipher.

Yet the sense of familiarity lingered in his aura, as if he was once a man [name] knew.

"You were really quiet earlier. is something the matter?" Miya's words of incertitude brought them elation, retreating back to their reality as they placed aside their distressing thoughts. "No," Their reply wasn't plausible, as Miya promptly noticed the indisputable lie behind the word with only two letters from the alphabet.

"Yeah sure." The plainly satire response was laced with bitterness, yet he didn't press further for he knew he had no right to do so. "Hey um.." His movements came to a halt, mercury eyes timidly staring at the ground whilst being highlighted by the illuminating light emitted from the moon made him appear charming. the perceptible hue of red covering his cheeks did not go unnoticed, as [name] listened attentively, wondering what he might say to display such a vulnerable reaction.

fiddling with his fingers, whilst avoiding their gaze. his heartbeat was pulsating abnormally, wondering if it was loud enough for [name] to perceive it.

"I um.."

"Go on?"

He took deep breaths to gain back his composure. finally gaining enough confidence to say what he's been dying to say for hours.

"Is there.. a bathroom around?"

"Aww, you got my hopes up."

"Huh? What did you think I was going to say?"

Langa's extraordinary talent for skating would bring anyone dumbstruck, his passion towards the small sport was like a ferocious fire that blazed with invincibility. continuing to be fed with wood that proceeded to make him grow.

Learning the basics were just a boost to how likely he was to do a Casper Slide. and here he was, succeeding with only two attempts.

Whilst Langa was polishing his the new skill to absolute perfection, Reki had arrived at the scene, clearly dumbfounded.

"Huh? What took you so long?"

"More importantly, that just now was—"

"The casper slide that adam did is one of the hardest tricks..." Said miya, "In freestyle." [name] added, combing a hand through his hair, ignoring the treacherous appearance of his outfit. He looked like a little boy on halloween, prepared to go trick or treating at the dark setting of night. though he still looked a bit presentable, since his looks managed to save himself from the humiliation of his clothes.

"But we just taught him the basics once, and there he is." Miya had gotten accustomed to Langa doing amazing feats not an average person could pull of. well not nearly as nonchalant as [name]. he wonders how they could be so calm infront of a literal prodigy.

"He just might be able to do it." The circumstances were debatable, and it would be impossible to predict the outcome of the uncertain battle of the two. Miya was clearly doubtful for Langa, but his unwavering potential nearly changed his views.

[name] who was an extreme glutton—or a literal slave for food, had contained themselves from spouting orders of italian pastries that they managed to catch a glimpse of in a nearby menu. When it comes to delicacies, [name] is gifted enough to memorize a whole menu filled with it.

Joe would be a great older brother. imagine receiving deliciously mouthwatering dishes every single day—oh such a dream was craving to be reality.

"Snap out of it." Miya, who detected their dazed state did not choose between options as he snapped them out of their heavenly daydream with dancing strawberry cakes, milkshakes, and pudding.

"Hey! Why are you even using my place without permission?" Joe—who was known as Kojiro, a talented chef who worked inside a italian restaurant was examining on a new recipe before being rudely interrupted by the group.

"Apparently, he wants to win against Adam." Kaoru jerked his fan towards Langa, who was inexpressive. "You saw how adam skates, didn't you? Then don't act foolish—"

Langa's stomach growled, yearning for the satisfaction of savory food that had chose to rudely interrupt Kojiro. contagious hunger spreading throughout the group as multiple pleads of their stomach were perceived.

Miya who was palpably chagrined broke into profuse sweat, words were not needed to be shared to distinguish his prominent hunger as well. [name] had heard the growl of his stomach ever so clearly, and they truthfully found his mortification entertaining.

"Starting now, we'll be recreating how the Love Hug works." Kaoru placed his weight onto the board, ignoring the raspy grumble from Kojiro's lips. "Start with maximum acceleration in the direction of travel."

"And using a spin, do a 180 with minimal turning radius." His display of the turn was less dramatic and visibly dull compared to Adam's ostentatious spin that was added with a hint of spice and enthusiasm. "The important part is what follows."

Chatoyant eyes that were often perceived in a dark/light [c] hue observed his upcoming movements, a salient look of impatience and anticipation was noted by Miya. curious to their sudden attentiveness.

"Right after the 180, you forcefully bring down the nose you lifted up, and by doing so, you still have propulsion even going uphill."

"And due to the sudden change in relative speed, it looks like adam suddenly approached you." Kaoru was directly moving towards Kojiro, a slow and steady pace whilst he explained the basics. His arms were open as if imitating the stance oftenly seen when Adam did Love hug, his victim or practice dummy was Kojiro himself.

Kojiro, who was tense the whole time, was a bit taken a back by the close proximity. "So close." okay that was unnecessarily gay.

"I see."

"It's simple once you know what the magic trick is." Miya hummed, a valuable piece of propitious information was essential against the anomalous adult with the unsightly favor towards Langa. "I don't think it's that simple." Said [name], "to give that illusion in perception, your opponent must be directly in front of you." [name]'s precise utterance was praiseworthy, completely speaking what Kaoru planned to say. "What they said."

"You can't shake your body at all.. you can't decelerate, and you can't do all of it in that one instant." His opponent's ingenuity and prowess at skating didn't bring Langa to melancholy or despondency. going against a tough adversary such as Adam, consolidated his spirit wih a refreshing vigor.

"But this is the end of Love Hug, right?" Reki was falsely relieved, his stupidity was surely entertaining. "Reki." Kojiro sent a fist directly towards Reki, halting midway before it could make contact. "That was your name, right?" He drew back his closed fist, "Even if you know it, your body will still react."

"It's not that easy, Reki." Said [name], throwing away every ounce of hope he held. "Be quiet." Miya sneered, pulling their head to lay on his lap, effectively silencing them.

what whar what what whanr what whanr what I NEVER HAD THE CONFIDENC TO DO THAT Miya was able to hold a nonchalant visage, preventing the raspy screech that might roll out his tongue.

[c] hair that was attractively disheveled, being highlighted by the dull ceiling light that adorned their evidently drowsy appearance. [c] irises that displayed such pulchritudinous delight, as if they were currently savoring the moment.

dead.

perished.

1000000 damage dealt

zero hp because of their breathtaking beauty.

"Miya? Hey, I think hes dead."

[name] sent a wave of goodbye to Langa, who was quite reluctant to return it.

"What did you say to him?" [name] walked alongside an envious miya, his thoughts overflowing with countless of possibilities of the subject of their discussion. "Just a few tips." The vague response didn't satisfy his bewilderment, as he urged on with another question similar to the earlier one. "What tips? for what?"

"Why are you interrogating me for simple questions that can easily be answered yourself?" [name]'s brow raised questionably.

"Hmph, nevermind."

"What?? D:"

WHAT ARE YOU IMPLYING SIR..

bones know what they're doing alright