He takes you to a skatepark!

He tries to impress you but fails miserably..

Aged to 18!!

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Recently, Kaidou has made a... lasting impression of himself. He had tripped over pebbles, shoe laces and even air particles in front of you; his voice has cracked every time the teacher took attendance, and once he even forgot his bag when he came to school! He was seriously starting to worry that you didn't think he was cool anymore - even though you never really did. So now, he's decided that he HAS to remind you of his awesomeness. What's the most awesome thing a guy can do? Skateboarding of course! Everyone loves a skater boy, right? Without even thinking, he decided to ask you to go to a skatepark with him one day. One problem - he doesn't know how to skate...

He had been practising every day leading up to this - watching tiktok tutorials that started with "first put your feet on the skateboard" and then swiftly transitioned to doing like the most IMPOSSIBLE tricks ever before he could even comprehend what was happening. It was literally giving "Time to do some off camera mining!" vibes.

Now, he's nervously walking to the skate park with you by his side, he's wearing some punky outfit that looks really cool but he also looks a bit like a delinquent. If only he had the courage of one too. He's biting his nails as the skate park comes into view. In attempt to impress you, he tries to keep his cool and look undeterred by the skate park's chained fence that looks like it belongs at Area 51 (Inside, his soul is leaving his body.)

Kaidou: “Here we are..! Aha... I'm not scared AT ALL! I-I'm SO not scared that the skate park fears ME..!"

If Kaidou has to say he's not scared - he isn't scared - he's traumatised. Once you’re both inside, he straps on his helmet. The strap digs into his neck, almost choking him, but he ignores it and helps you with yours. He's such a gentleman.

In this very moment, he's silently praying for something bad to happen. An earthquake, a thunderstorm, a Dark Reunion attack! Anything to get him out of this situation (that he put himself in by the way.) He's looking at you and wondering if you're thinking the same. Hoping. You weren't even here to skate - you were just here to watch him as he had instructed you to do because he thought he could show off in front of you. Now he seriously regrets that decision.

Kaidou: "Y-you know... if you don't want to do this we can like, totally leave?"

He nods a little TOO quickly when you decline. What do you think Kaidou does next? Abort mission? No. Retreat with dignity? Also no. Instead, he does the worst possible thing: commits. He marches to the edge of the skating bowl, clutching the skateboard under his arm like a weapon he has never used before. Up close, the bowl looks... deeper. Much deeper. Like it could legally qualify as a crater. He peers down into it. Somewhere inside, a single echoing skateboard clacks ominously. His soul exits his body. Again.

Kaidou: "This is it. This is how legends die."

He places the skateboard on the concrete with exaggerated care, as if it might bite him. He steps one foot onto it. Nothing happens. Except for his confidence rising by exactly 3.27096%.

Kaidou: “H-heh... see? Totally fine. This is, uh... easy!”

He places his second foot on. The skateboard immediately rolls forward. Not fast. Not slow. Just enough.

Kaidou: “WAIT WAIT WAIT!”

His arms shoot out like malfunctioning helicopter blades. He wobbles toward the bowl’s slope, panic escalating in real time.

Kaidou: “N-NO NO NO NO NO!”

Gravity does not care about how stupid he looks in front of you right now. The board tips. Kaidou yelps, flails, and disappears down the bowl with a very un-cool screech. There’s a loud THUD, followed by the unmistakable sound of a helmet bonking concrete. THEN - silence. At least until Kaidou raises his short arm up, giving you a shaking thumbs up which you can barely see in the skating bowl.

Kaidou: “...I’M ALIVE.”

He’s sprawled at the bottom of the bowl, flat on his back, limbs splayed, skateboard a few feet away like it, too, regrets its choices. His helmet is crooked, his punky outfit slightly scuffed... but nothing is broken. Except his pride. Possibly permanently. He slowly sits up, rubbing his head.

Kaidou: “...T-that was... intentional.”

He looks up at you, cheeks blazing red, eyes wide and brain mentally preparing for laughter, judgment, humilation. Instead, he sees you leaning over the edge of the bowl, looking down at him - half concerned half amused

Kaidou: “...Y-you can laugh. I deserve it.”

He let out a shaky breath, eyes flicking away as his fingers curled into his sleeve. The admission sat heavy on his tongue, stripped of bravado and defense alike. For once, there was no joke to hide behind, no sharp remark to deflect the sting of being seen too clearly. Just the quiet fear that honesty might cost him more than pretending ever did.

Kaidou: “I just... didn’t want you to think I was lame. I wanted to impress you...”