ALIEN BOY ⚘ OLIVER TREE
"I'm an alien among the human beings!"

giddily exuberant crowds once again erupted into debate, words of conjecture were said; truly inquisitive to the outcome of the match.

[Name] prodded Miya's cheek and jerked their thumb towards Langa, who was leisurely approaching the group, his skateboard tucked underneath his arm.

Reki's brow raised in slight suspicion, noticing the absence of a particular individual with histrionic charisma that didn't require effort to descry. "Wheres adam?" The empression of insouciance discerned Joe's grin, supposedly anticipating Adam's dilatory arrival. It was likewise with Cherry, appearing casually calm and relaxed.

"Not yet."

"Is he gonna pretend like this is the battle of Ganryujima?" Joe said in a jest, brightening the mood. "Ganryu?" Langa was bewildered at the obscure topic, as he was not accustomed to the culture of Japan.

"You know, Ryoma Sakamoto.."

"It was Musashi Miyamoto. How embarrassing."  Miya scoffed, emerald eyes glancing at him in a satirical taunt. "That was a joke okay?" Reki quickly dismissed the humiliating mistake as a blague.

"He's here," [name] sweats nervously at the sight of a red carpet unfolding before them, as Adam made his grand appearance. a Theatrical and exaggerated light was directed upon him, creating a melodramatic ambience as he glided towards Langa on his board. his cape somehow flowing elegantly as if the whole area was made for him.

The dubiously vexatious man's peremptory existence was an ambitious nuisance that made [name] plead to not be classified the same species as this being, and the sense of familiarity did not help their case.

a bouquet of beguilingly fancy roses emerged from his cape, the sublime fragrance of the ethereal crimson flower that was famous for its romantic origins.

"This is a sign of our acquaintance. passionate love." his nebulous fuchsia irises made the group stir in febrile. "Thanks." [name] almost broke into laughter at the blank response from Langa, who was absolutely oblivious to the circumstances.

"You're accepting that?" Reki's inaudible whisper to Langa was disregarded with no reply, which was to be expected. "Can I have it?" [name] reached out to the flower assemblage, paying no heed to the insignifanct words that were shared amongst the adults.

"Huh why?" Miya scrunched his nose at the intense scent of the roses, whilst [name] twirled it around, examining the elegant arrangement. "For a fire place,"

"Do you even have a fireplace?"

"No, but this could be useful when I burn the dead bodies in my basement."

The air was brimming with impatience and volatile, countless of eyes that belonged to the audience; scrutinizing their every movement.

The chime of the countdown was similar to a church bell on sundays, intimidatingly strident as the two competitors held stable postures to ensure an advantage.

Once the traffic light that was aloft their figures illuminated a bright green, Adam didn't advance forward, instead he unlatched the box with cigarettes; bringing one to his lips.

"He's doing it again." Miya sneered, "But look." the group set their eyes on Langa, who furthermore, had not taken the advantage of proceeding first that would only give him false hope.

Miya noticed an incoherent murmur slip out of [name]'s lips that tugged into a discreet smirk; as if they knew something he didn't.

"Pardon my rudeness, Snow." Adam's tone lacked sincerity, perceptibly amused. He stomped on his skateboard, hoisting it upwards. "Now, let us begin." He went into a peculiar stance, (that was difficult to describe) as the countdown began once more in a retry.

Adam was able to gain a headstart, throwing his board forward and springing himself towards the object, landing flawlessly.

"Langa!" A shout erupted from the redhead's lips, his evident concern for Langa was a bit touching. "No, that was fine." Cherry reassured his perturbing solicitude, golden orbs firm as he did not flinch or stagger. his equanimity was applausible. "Adam won't leave Langa in the dust. because it won't be fun to do something like that."

"There can't be real love in a long-distance relationship." Purred adam, their noxious smile disappearing at the sight of Langa creating distance. "Did someone give you ideas?" Muttered Adam, almost knowing who was the culprit to the exposure of Love Hug's weakness.

"Adam is overwhelmingly better im both speed and technique. But if things get messy in the abandoned factory, the race's up for grabs." Remarked Cherry, as Joe's lips turned upwards into a smirk. "You evil rascal... You used that boy."

"It was a deal profitable for both sides."

[name] took a glimpse at Miya, who was fumbling with his fingers in prominent anxiousness. eyes completely focused on the enormous screen that displayed the fierce battle of eye contact between Langa and Adam.

"Here," [name] took his hand, dispelling his trepidation and doubts almost instantly. "Hold my hand, so that you won't be afraid."

Miya pursed his lips, evading their warm gaze that was the cause of the reverberation from his heart. "Stupid idiot," He scoffed, as [name] hummed quizzically.

"You have your sights on the abandoned factory." Adam cooed, the prominent frown was dismissed by Langa; his accelerating pace surpassing Adam's overwhelming speed.

Langa lifted his board up, successfully pulling off a casper slide that further aroused Adam.

"It's here!" He shouted in glee, "Here, here! Right in my heart!" His feet began tapping in a plausble rythm, the meticulous movements of his body was overelaborating, managing to keep stability on his board despite the strange poses.

"Squee!"

[name] thought that a quoz such as adam could not become any more eccentric; until now.

His movements began to become precipitous yet scrupulous, twirling and moving his lower body with precise cadency, accompanied with onerous tricks that brought quite a startle.

"Now... Little Langa..." He placed a hand on his waist, pressing their skateboards together to destroy the mere distance. "Lets dance!" bringing forth their arms, the smooth continuous motion whilst they glided was baffling. The propinquity of their bodies against eachother brought potent disquetude; as his friends could only spectate the ordeal with impuissant gazes.

Adam chose a more exaggerated pose, as if they were doing the Tango.

"He's testing how much Langa can endure." [name] mentally applauded, toying with someone's sanity was surely a dick move but there were no restrictions saying he couldn't. Playing with their patience could lead to their victim to make rash decisions just to ease the pressure, and Adam's astute wit was not to be underestimated.

"We're approaching a big corner now!" Adam remained calm, despite the dangerous circumstances. "Here we go!" Grabbing onto Langa's hands, he spun him around as if he was a mere toy, his feet lifting from the surface of his skateboard, the strength and pressure being vigorously fierce.

"This is brutal." Miya hissed, as [name] shuddered, gladdened at the fact that wasn't them in place for Langa.

Langa felt a surge of firmness, pulling adam against him to narrow the turn radius to increase speed. causing a huge ruckus amongst the audience of the unpredictable feat.

"Wonderful!" an exclaim with sensational tremor was perceived from Adam, as they eventually came to sunder, the burdening adversity of having to twirl around non-stop had ceased into a memory. as it was Adam's reward for the praiseworthy boldness.

"It seems that you're the same type of person as myself!"

The statement was taken bitterly, to be compared to a ragmatical maniac such as Adam was the worst insult possible.

turning another corner, Adam took notice of the evident relief Langa displayed, his lips forming into a sinister smirk as he had come to a realization.

"We'll see about that."

Heaving his boards upwards accompanying with a pivot to swivel to his desired direction—which was towards Langa.

Adam's arms were outspreaded, fitting the trick 'Love Hug' as it was similar to initiating an embrace.

"Come here.. into my arms! LOVE HUG!"

[name] stifled a laugh.

In that moment, it was as if the movements in the world decelerated in slow motion. the precise front flip of Langa's figure whilst he gripped onto his board, completely evading Adam's famous Love Hug.

It was a miracle, a marvelous sensation that sent shivers down their spine, an electric shock that was vaguely spotted—He was scintillating, highlighted by the lustrous moon that poured streams of moonlight. the considerate guidance of a certain serpentine personage was the rationale that made this feat possible.

"..Seriously?" Shadow was the first to speak out of the group that was in bafflement.

Miya glanced at [name] who seemed to be in a strong sentiment of pride and accomplishment.

So they were the one who taught him huh?

The chime of police sirens brought everyone into a state of horror, the unpremeditated appearance of the incompetent bunch that label themselves as justice was not apart of the beef at all.

"No way! I've never seen cops around here before!" Exclaimed shadow, his gaze shifting from the screen that was covered in error signs to the group.

"Why now of all times?" Joe was flustered, the climax of the battle between Langa and Adam was overwhelmingly near. "You guys better hurry too!" And with that, the duo fled.

"Where's Reki?" Miya stiffens at the sound of engines starting, scurrying on his feet as he watches the redhead zoom on his motorcycle with a yell.

"Miya!" [name] tugged his wrist, yet he remained unmoving. "Come on, lets go, he'll be safe. Its Reki we're talking about."

Miya clicked his tongue, about to rush over to the direction Reki headed off to before getting rashly dragged away by [name], shoving him into the pink car, before they drove off.

"What did you do that for?!"

[name] flinched at the intimidating volume of his voice. "They'll be fine, Miya. Listen to me." They reached out to wrap their arms around his waist. "Don't you trust me? You should trust me."

Miya was taken a back by the blunt statement, as [name] had come to a realization to what they said, the brilliant glow in their eyes vanishing.

"Oh.. I'm—I didn't meet to say that. I'm sorry." They were about to retract their hands from his waist, before Miya had embraced them closer, preventing them from doing so.

[name] was trembling under his grasp, a jolt of immense anxiety and panic at the recollection of something terrible.

Miya had never seen them so vulnerable. it was as if they were concealing their emotions and placing aside their darkest thoughts.

He wondered what was the cause of the abrupt breakdown, yet he didn't want to query. if it brought them to such despair, then it would be best not to question.

"Why do kids have a better love life than me." Shadow grumbled under his breath, scrunching his brows in displeasure at the fact they forgot he was present.

Guess whos birthday it is in February 13th <3

yeah me lol that means you guys have to give me money and love 😫🤲 (more on the money side) or like if you're broke ig bowing down to me would suffice

ngl im not that excited.. deadass why would I be happy to be born on that day?? infact, I hate that day so much since its the day i became one with the ugly species you call a human

Oh and by the way!! heres some questions i want yall to answer ('・ω・)

- if miya had a theme song, what would it be?

-what would be [name] and miya's couple song?

- if miya was a cat, what breed would he be?

- IF ADAM NOT HISOKA WHY THE SAME?? HMM??