MRS MAGIC ⚘ STRAWBERRY GUY
"Please give me one last show."

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[REDACTED] hummed, distinguishing a certain boy that attempted to merge into the assemblage of skaters, his head hung deliberately low as if to act unobtrusive.

Reki—the boy yours truly spoke of, scampers on his feet once perceiving the figure of a definite individual that he aspired to avoid. hiding amongst a group with strangers he does not know of.

He looks so stupid.

Once he had walked away from his hiding place, a small tap was placed on his shoulder, placing him into immediate trepidation at the possible outcome that Langa might've been the one requesting for his heed.

"Don't worry, its not Langa." [REDACTED] simply tugged at his sleeve, making him turn around to their direction. "Oh—uh—"

"Are you envious?"

Reki stood staggered, no words of rebuttal or validation to their momentary statement that was said with a counterfeit smile. "Those who can't lie cannot respond to something they can't deny. so your silence is a yes." Their voice was dripping in amusement and prudence, their choice of words slightly baffling Reki.

"Its.. not that," Reki's hands enclosed into a fist. "Then what is it? do you perhaps want to skate beside him?" [REDACTED] smiled, ever so maliciously.

"Ye—"

"No. you're perceiving your emotions wrong."

Reki rose a quizzical brow, wondering the meaning to their obscure words.

"You simply want to be considered equal as him. to be portrayed as someone who is not weak nor strong. or are you someone who wants to be better? jealous to those who are gifted? those who have talent? do you wish to be ahead of them, up in the clouds?"

It was as if others no longer existed, as if the two were in a void of nothing but negativity.

"You are talentless, not worth anything."

Reki's breath hitched, his eyes widening at the blunt statement.

"But,"

"Is that okay with you? doing nothing but being depressed? If you want to be worth the same as those who fly,"

"Then be your best. be confident on your abilities as a bird with a broken wing."

"Where did you run off to?" Miya queried, his eyes narrowing in skepticism. "I just gave someone a pep-talk since they looked miserable." [name] responded with a cheeky grin, extending their hand to feel the soothing texture of his locket.

in a flash, the luminosity in the area had abruptly vanished. crackling sound effects emerging as Adam arised from the stage with a leap on his board, his grand entrance bringing others to a great applause.

"All you fools who love Skateboarding!" His form dropping back down with a thunk, his skateboard at his feet whilst spreading his hands with a delighted demeanor.

"As of now, I would like to determine the one human who loves skating the most, and is loved by the gods of skateboarding!"

With a clap of his hands, the hologram behind him unveiled a banner of the contestants to the tournament.

"When were these pictures taken..?" [name] mumbled, as Miya faintly chuckled at their pondering visage.

"Who do you think will win? this gets you excited, doesn't it?"

The congregation of skaters began exclaiming their thoughts of who would feasibly become the conqueror to this tournament of vitality and ferocity, as the aspirants were displaying obstinating looks.

"Well now, let's get on with it." Reaching inside the box that stood idly, Miya could perceive the intense heartbeats of those who were around him.

"If I guess whos gonna go against eachother, you have to treat me, 'Kay?"

"..Really..?" Miya deadpanned, yet gestured them to do as they please.

"Hmm.. Harry and Shadow?"

"SHADOW AND HARRY!"

[name] smirked, "I got it right, Miya." Miya rolled his eyes at their gleeful grin, shaking his head with a huff. "You got the orders wrong though." He flicked his finger left to right, as if it was his way of mocking their friend.

"Whaaat? But I only said the contestants!"

Shadow won with his underhanded trick, Gladiolus Laser.

"I'm fallin' for ya, Daddy!"

[name] erupted into guffaws, smacking their knee whilst searching for whoever said the statement that brought them into hysteria. "LMAOAOSJSJ PLSS HE DONT EVEN GOT THE CASH NOR THE PP FAM"

Miya placed a hand over his mouth, stifling his laughter that threatened to roll out his throat. "sTOP, DON'T SAY THAT HELLPPPDKD"

Shadow, who had finished his beef, approached the laughing 14 year olds, unease bubbling in his stomach at their appearances that screamed 'DANGER!'.

"Hey shadow whats it feel like having a sugar baby 😍😍"

"WHOEVER SAID THAT MUST'VE BEEN A FARMER IF THEY FELL INLOVE WITH THIS ANIMAL 😭‼️‼️"

"NOOSJSNA STOPP"

"I hate yall."

"BESTIE YOUR FUTURE CAREER SHOULD BE VOICING ANIMALS IN ANIMES"

"Then, on to the next beef..." Adam's odious smile did not falter, holding forth his hand whilst reaching the insides of the box. "This time, the skater is..."

Holding the card inbetween his long fingers, he examined the name scribbled down on the front of the card. perceiving a certain name he oh-so-adored, his grin augmented along with his lust for a certain bluenette. the deplorable attraction he had towards the mere high schooler was beyond other's contextual knowledge.

"SNOW!" He exhibited Langa's skater alias that was written elegantly on the card, as Langa's eyes diminished at the sight of the exuberant man on-stage.

"He's so creepy," [name] sighed, ignoring his words brimming with ardor, reaching out Miya's locket. "Its a bit loosened, let me help you."

"H-Huh? Oh uh—alright.." Whilst Adam announced Joe as Snow's adversary with stultified countenance, Miya was utterly preoccupied by the adjacent propinquity of their forms.

Although securing a necklace did not last for long, it felt like hours to Miya when it was just twenty seconds. but in the midst of those fortunate 20 seconds, Miya was able to examine their whole features and the details of their appearance in a flash.

"Should I take a picture of myself and give it to you? because you looked enamoured by my appearance." [name] teasingly spoke, placing a small boop on his nose that made his body stiffen.

"Who ever said that I was? Stupid, I'd start crying if I looked at your ugly face for more than a few seconds!"

"I guess I'm not needed here," [name] turned on their heel, preparing to leave the area with a facade of a solemn individual, heartbroken by their best friend. "Wait I didn't mean that!" Miya frantically lay hold of their wrist, his cheeks brightening in a bright hue.

"I'm sorry.. I guess. don't be mad."

[name] grinned, tipping his head upwards so that his emerald eyes would meet with theirs, before squishing his cheeks in a light-hearted manner.

"Kitten, I'm not mad."