#yaboyseto

« Earlier that morning, Aoyagi had heard his roommates speaking of a certain cycling course they'd found and wanted to check out what it had to offer for himself. The incline of a hill, the length of a flat, the endurance and stamina needed to get you through it all; they were all things better understood through experience than words, after all. Taking a quiet bike ride through the city was the obvious solution. 

Two clicks of his gear shift and he was off.

...Or at least, he should have been. What was usually a source of acceleration only caused his bike to lurch forward from its path and onto the grass with the loud, clacking sound of metal against metal. It took a moment for it to register in his head.

The chain! It must have fallen off!

It was too late. With his bike shooting off into the park he'd been in the midst of passing, he was lucky enough to have managed to serve in time to avoid hitting a person that had been crouched there. By doing so, though, he was sent flying into the bed of flowers beside them. 

"!!" 

This was bad. This was really bad. Hopping off his bike and turning, he found that the flowers were completely ruined. Petals, soil, and roots were everywhere except where they should have been.

"I...I!..."