maleficar | reg

ALT Nothing beats the rush of a close race. The wind snapping his hair, his body in perfect sync with his board, the not entirely imagined sensation of his competitors’ breaths on the back of his neck. Kaoru was in the lead through the first half, but Kojiro has gained on him now, is practically on top of him. It’s amazing what Kojiro can do with instinct that Kaoru does with his mind. Every careful calculation Kaoru runs, every equation Carla supports him solving, Kojiro simply intuits. It’s infuriating. It’s exhilarating. There are better skaters than him, certainly—Langa, Adam. They’re a once-in-a-lifetime kind of genius, but Kaoru doesn’t need to chase them anymore. It’s enough to chase Kojiro. It’s enough to beat Kojiro, to take that hairpin turn at speed, to gain enough space that Kojiro’s breath isn’t on his skin.