#Reki is stupidly lovesick

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Sk8 AU where Renga kisses Langa while he’s over at his house :3

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Langa has been talking for hours, ranting about skating— or whatever mess that has spilled from his mind and slipped past his lips. And usually, Reki is attentive and taking in every single word (because how could you ignore anything coming from someone who looks like Langa does). This time, however, Reki cannot focus. The sunset is complimenting the cool blue of his hair in some ironic way while his eyes reflect the sky itself. Reki tries to act like he’s paying attention. He tries to act like he’s listening to a single word coming from those lips, but, oh.

Those lips.

A voice tells Reki he needs to do something. That he needs to act on whatever urge his body is pushing him to do. He can’t think. The redhead cannot think, nor can he breathe in this moment. He realizes he’s been holding his breath this whole time. Since when, he’s completely unsure, but it must’ve been forever considering how tight his chest was feeling in this very moment. He breathes in, inhaling the afternoon breeze seeping through the cracked window, along with Langa’s scent. What cologne did he use again? Or was it a body wash? These meaningless questions, an obvious cover, clouded his mind.

He takes in another sharp breath, manually having to breathe now.

Reki’s hand reaches over to lay on top of Langa’s hair. The boy stops speaking for a few seconds, locks eyes with Reki, and smiles. He continues his rant and Reki’s heart cannot help but skip a beat. A simple sign of affection, one he has shown in the past before, but this?

This is different.

Reki’s hand moves along his hair, lightly moving to just a few fingers as he places a strand of hair behind the other’s ear, mimicking the cheesy scenes he has seen in so many of the romances he had watched with Langa in the past. Reki can feel something, though unsure what, waking up inside of him. He can feel his chest getting tighter by the minute, and the hair on his arms standing up, as well as thoughts racing through his mind ten million times faster than they ever had before. This feeling scares him, but it’s there for a reason. Some reason Reki subconsciously knows about.

Langa’s lips move one last time, speaking some quiet something into the room. Reki’s eyes move back to Langa’s in a swift motion, wanting to take in every feature possible.

“Langa..?”

He stops speaking almost instantly. Which is odd because Reki spoke the name so quietly that you could barely hear it, but Langa did hear it. And for some strange, unknown reason, that makes the redhead’s heart flutter.

Now it’s silent between the two, and this suffocating, thickening tension floats around them both. As if it’s urging Reki to do something about it.

And Reki does.

It’s slow and, he could only imagine, agonizingly painful to watch from a third party perspective, but he doesn’t care. Because his eyes are closed, and the moment feels right. And he can’t back out now. Not after calling his name with such sickening sweetness.

Reki kisses him. Reki Kyan kisses Langa Hasegawa.

#snippet of a fic I’m working on #possibly a one-shot? #I may be going for slight hurt/comfort though #sk8 renga #sk8 anime #sk8 fanfic #renga being teens in love #Reki is stupidly lovesick