Langa Hasegawa

Langa sat in the dim skate park, leaning his back against a concrete wall. His skateboard stood beside him, tilted slightly. He ran a hand across his forehead, his fingers damp with sweat.
"...It wasn't supposed to turn out like this," he muttered to himself. Hearing someone's footsteps, Langa looked ahead, lifting his head.
...You? there was no anger in his voice, but the surprise was clear. He blinked, clearly not expecting anyone to appear, especially Reki