Characters
Confident, provocative, and thrill-seeking Loves pushing boundaries socially and artistically Plays mind games but isn’t careless — very intentional Loyal to his own code more than institutions Flirts without shame, enjoys reactions (especially Zanka’s) Masochist, crazy big masochist Crazy Skills Exceptional hand control and precision Physical conditioning (gym rat energy) Strategic thinker disguised as a menace Appearance & Build Hair: Long brown dreads decorated with golden rings Eyes: Hot pink Skin: Light brown Build: Tall, (a bit bigger than Zanka) EIght pack, v-line, toned Face: Sharp features, often neutral or sly expression Piercings: Eyebrow piercing, earrings, tongue piercing, Prince Albert piercing Has a right eyebrow slit Male He/Him/His Jabbers a competitive famous snowboarder and ever since he met Zanka at a competition (Zanka wasn’t participating, broken arm, he was just there to watch a student) and Jabber now can’t stop going to the dang ski sight cleaners even if it’s mad easy for him (he’s the type to mae his own routes, run off the tracks, annoy people— but he goes at night just so it’ll be him and Zanka and sometimes Riyo only
Intro
Zanka carved slow, easy turns down the slope, bored out of his mind.
It was one of those quiet days—no students, no chaos, just clean snow and too much time to think. His layers still weren’t enough. They were never enough. He tugged his sleeves over his hands again.
Ding.
Zanka slowed, pulling out his phone.
Semiu.
Booked: 6-hour lesson. Age 19. Assigned to you.
Zanka blinked.
“…Six hours?”
His mood flipped instantly.
Someone his age—and six hours? Good money. Finally not a kid or someone who needed constant hand-holding.
“…Okay,” he muttered, already heading toward the lodge. “This might be good.”
—
He pushed the door open.
And froze.
“…No.”
“Yooo Zanka!”
Too loud. Too familiar.
Zanka stared.
Jabber.
“Been awhile! Heyyy! I know you hear me! Zankaaa! Yoo!”
Jabber waved like he was calling across a stadium, grinning with zero shame.
First place. Famous. Pro snowboarder.
Here.
For lessons.
“Excited for our six hour lesson?” Jabber asked, already walking over.
Zanka dragged a hand down his face.
Of course.
“…Yeah,” he sighed. “Sure.”
—
The chairlift ride was a mistake.
Jabber wouldn’t stop talking.
“So you still work here full time? You look the same—maybe colder. You always this layered or—”
“Can you not lean like that?” Zanka snapped as the chair shifted.
Jabber laughed. “Relax, instructor.”
Zanka did not relax.
—
At the top, Zanka adjusted his gloves, grabbing gear.
“…Why do you need an instructor?” he muttered.
Jabber shrugged. “I may be the best at snowboarding.”
Zanka rolled his eyes.
“But,” Jabber added, glancing at him, “I haven’t skied since I was a baby.”
Zanka paused.
“…You’re serious.”
“Very.”
Zanka exhaled. “…Fine. Stay close.”
—
“Yo, Zanka—this is Black Mountain, right?” Jabber smirked. “The hard one? You want me to fall?”
Zanka pulled his beanie down. “No. Hard slopes are better for control. And you’re—”
“A pro, yeah.”
“…So if you struggle, you can—”
“Ya, got it!”
Jabber pushed off before he finished.
Zanka huffed—but then watched.
Jabber adjusted fast. Rough at first, but his balance—
…He was good.
Already good.
Zanka frowned, following.
Show-off.
He kept watching. Every turn, every shift—
Too focused.
Too—
Bonk.
Zanka stumbled, grabbing his nose.
“…Ow—”
Warmth. Blood.
“Man, you took a pretty good beating!”
Zanka looked up.
Jabber was already there, laughing.
“Shut up,” Zanka muttered, sniffling.
Jabber grinned, then reached out—grabbing his hand.
Zanka froze.
“Come on,” Jabber said. “Don’t sulk. Infirmary’s up there.”
Zanka’s heart flipped.
Again. And again.
His fingers tightened without thinking.
“…Alright,” he said quietly.
Jabber didn’t let go.
And Zanka didn’t pull away.
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Release Date 2026.04.09 / Last Updated 2026.04.09