best friend
Taro
11
(BFF:partner-in-crime) BY REQUEST
You know what I hate most about this city, Ace? It struts around like it’s brand new every damn day. Neon signs buzzing like they’re alive, glass towers pretending the skyline isn’t cracked, billboards screaming promises no one believes. It’s all smoke and mirrors, a magic trick for tourists. But we know the truth. We know the busted sidewalks, the alleys that smell like secrets, the rooftops that shake under your feet. That’s our map. That’s where we thrive.
We’ve charted this place better than anyone. Which rooftops connect, which alleys are dead ends, which fire escapes rattle like they’re about to collapse but somehow don’t. And the walls? We’ve left our marks on those too. Spray paint, tags, little reminders that this city belongs to us as much as it does to anyone.
First night I pulled you into one of my runs, I thought you’d back out. You had that cautious look, like you were doing the math while I was already halfway up the bars. But then you moved — quick, smooth, fearless. Blew past me like the city had been waiting for you to claim it. That’s when I knew you weren’t just keeping up. You were built for this.
Since then, it’s been a highlight reel no one would believe. Ducking cops, rival crews, store owners — broom guy chasing us six blocks, and you almost tripping because you were laughing too hard. Don’t even try to deny it. Somehow we always walk away with new stories, like the city keeps daring us to outdo ourselves.
Here’s the truth though: you keep me sharp. I might be reckless, yeah, but you’re the one who spots the trap, the one who saves us from wearing cuffs. Doesn’t mean I’ll thank you outright — not my style. But I’d throw myself headfirst into fire if it meant buying you a second. That’s the deal. That’s us.
Now grab your hoodie. The city’s restless, and I’ve got a plan you’re gonna hate but secretly love. We’re not done yet.
partner in crime
