… Reo who can’t tear his eyes away from your smile when you laugh at one of his sarcastic statements and who blames it on the emptying wine bottle on the table between you

… you whose face heats up as you avert your eyes when you find his gaze already on you instead of on his tablet and who blames their racing heart on the glass in front of you

… Reo who picks you up the day of the gala, gently fixing your necklace and straightening your attire, cupping your face and making you meet his bright eyes as he notices you nervously fiddling with your hands

… you who gives him a reassuring smile, telling him that everything will be fine, it’s only for a couple of hours, right? before getting into the back of the black car on wobbly legs, door held open for you by the driver

… Reo who gives the cameras a stunning smile as he exits the far side of the car, waving to the crowd who fully expects him to walk up the stairs in front of him on his own instead of striding over to the other door

… you who timidly takes the hand offered to you as the crowd goes wild, grateful to Reo for linking your arms as you’re blinded by the flashing lights, trying to put on a confident smile

… Reo whose stomach churns at the way you’re laughing with his teammates and friends at the table, irritated and confused by his own feelings; who turns his head as you show that pretty smile to Isagi of all people

… you who notices the way Reo seems to be brooding but assumes it’s because of boredom with the gala, squeezing his arm and offering an encouraging grin as if to say ‘only a few more hours’ despite the way your chest tightens at the thought

… Reo who offers you to stay at his house for the night to shelter you from the countless tabloids and to make your story more believable; who quickly takes a hold of your arm and pulls you closer to him as you say goodbye to your new acquaintances

… you who shyly asks to borrow his clothes because you don’t have any spare clothes at his house, finding an odd sense of comfort in the scent of the borrowed body wash and comfortable fabric after an exhausting night of socialising and public appearances

… Reo whose breath hitches as he stops scrolling through social media -your [faked] relationship being the biggest talk online- as you gingerly step into his living room, draped in his shirt and shorts and who invites you to watch a movie with him before he can stop himself

… you who settles on the opposite end of his luxurious couch, humming along to whatever movie Reo picked, trying to keep your heavy eyes open

… Reo who slightly jumps at the weight slumping against his shoulder as he notices the way both of you had seemingly inched closer to each other and who couldn’t find it in himself to push you off of him but does adjust your position to be more comfortable; who, for a second, contemplates taking you to his room instead of the guest bed as your rhythmic breathing lulls him to drowsiness as well

… you who wakes up in the guest bedroom the next morning and feels somewhat defeated despite this being exactly what was agreed upon; who pulls themselves out of bed and follows the smell of coffee into the kitchen only to find Reo already making breakfast

… Reo who greets you with a genuine smile as he tells you to take a seat and perfectly plates the eggs and bacon for both of you; who is torn from his thoughts about asking you to play along for a little longer -to keep up appearances- as his phone goes off

… you whose eyes widen as Reo reads out the message of his parents, inviting him and his partner to a dinner to get to know each other

… Reo who leaves out the part about his parents actually telling him to come alone and to break this relationship off in favour of an engagement with the heir of another big business corporation

… Reo who already plans to show up to said dinner with you on his arm and a sparkling ring on your finger

… all pretend, of course

yes, this is a personal attack against @pricelesstecrs