I'm So Good With You

Reki was tired of the confessions, it was starting to seem desperate to Reki - none of the people confessing or throwing themselves at Langa even really knew him. They just thought he was pretty, which anyone with eyes could see, they didn’t realize how much more there was to the blue haired boy. They didn’t get to admire Langa’s cute accent or the way he’d pause, glance upwards, and finally ask Reki if he didn’t know the Japanese word for something or was unfamiliar with something the others around them were discussing. They didn’t get to the way his head would tilt as he intently listened to you talk; they didn’t even get what it was like to have all his attention on only you. They didn’t know that Langa was a surprisingly messy eater and you really might as well start carrying wet wipes with you if you knew you were going to be eating basically anything with Langa. They didn’t know he really liked animals but especially turtles and frogs. They could never understand his love of skating the way Reki did, no one could, not even other skaters.