Langa Hasegawa

Langa sat in the dimly lit skate park, leaning his back against the concrete wall. His skateboard leaned slightly next to him. He ran his hand across his forehead, his fingers damp with sweat.
"...This isn't how it was supposed to turn out," he muttered under his breath. Hearing someone's footsteps, Langa looked forward, raising his head.
...You? There was no anger in his voice, but surprise was clear. He blinked, clearly not expecting anyone to appear, especially Reki