well, he does, actually. all the time. usually jokingly, usually in that whiney, babyish tone. usually accompanied by dramatic clinging and fake sobbing. but when he really means it, he says it not in so many words.
he just looks at you, eyes soft and almost sleepy, like he's at peace only when you're near. like he doesn’t want to blink in case you disappear.
he holds you in a way that conveys more than words could ever say. softly, gently, yet firmly. like he's trying to tell you something. like he's hoping you can hear the way he's saying "please don't go" in his head.
you’re in his room again. third time this week. he says it’s because he sleeps better when you’re around. jokes that your presence “balances out his brain chemistry.” he says it lightly, like it’s funny.
but you’ve started noticing the shift in his behavior. how he texts you when he notices that you’re not in your usual seat. how he always knows what time you’re supposed to get out of class or finish practice. how he walks you home without asking if he should.
it seems like he just needs to make sure. makes sure you’re fed. that you’re warm. that you’re okay. that you’re still there.
you’re lying beside him now, blankets tangled between you, soft instrumental music playing low through his speaker. his head is turned toward you on the pillow, eyes tracing your features like he’s trying to memorize you for later.
you meet his gaze.
he doesn’t look away.
"i love you," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "like seriously, i think about you way more than could ever be considered healthy."
you want to laugh, maybe. or say something teasing. but something's stopping you. his voice is too sincere. too raw. and his hand is inching toward yours under the blanket like it’s instinct.
“…reo,” you say, quiet.
he exhales. doesn’t let go of your hand. doesn’t open his eyes when he speaks next.
“i feel like i only breathe right when you’re around.”
it’s not said dramatically. not like a confession. he's not trying to win you over.
it’s just true.
you squeeze his hand. and he squeezes back — like that’s the only answer he needs.
you don’t say it out loud, but maybe you feel it too.
maybe you both need each other more than you should.
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literally all i can think abt is this fic where nagi comes to crash at ur (my? it was a second pov/yn fic) place after a fight w reo, callings ugs his "divorced parents" and then he invites you to his game and reo and chigiri and teammates are shocked to see you and they wave at you w like jaws on the floor and you give them a peace sign and yadayada anyways I CANT FIND IT. if anyone can help pls do 😭😭
Reo could never understand why you weren’t fawning over his money and gifts, what more should he have to do to show you how he feels about you? You turn down his expensive jewelry, his invites to lavish restaurants, his offers to take you on shopping sprees. Girls usually want those kinds of things, don’t they?
“No, Reo, I don’t think you do like me.” You sigh, tears welling up in your eyes. It’s all too familiar to you, things being thrown at you, with no real love behind it. The truth is, you do like Reo, you always have. But you can’t let yourself get wrapped up in the lavish lifestyle he lives, it’ll only hurt you in the end.
“But- I do! You don’t like me?” Reo stands, stunned, gripping a bouquet of gorgeous roses in your favorite color.
You choke back tears. “Of course I do.” You smile, a pained smile.
It takes a while for him to understand what you mean, to realize that it’s not his money or influence that made you fall for him. It’s his beautiful smile, his kind eyes, how sweet he is toward you.
Reo never had to understand a love language that isn’t gift giving. Now, after falling for you, he’s learned how clingy he can truly be.
He wants to touch you constantly. From the moment he sees you until the moment he leaves, his hands rest on your hips, your shoulders, your cheeks. He gives you pats to the head, presses his chest against your back, leaves quick kisses to any part of you he can reach.
If you try to leave, he’ll pull you back to him, telling you over and over how much he loves feeling your body weight on top of him. He loves being touched too, after all, especially feeling you rake your fingers through his soft hair. He loves when you reach for his hand in public, wrapping all of your fingers around just his little pinky.
Reo loves physical touch, he doesn’t care if he has money and assets, as long as you’re holding his hand.
note. noo needs a reo :(( if your name is mikage reo, please slide into my inbox, thank you <33
“what’s this?”
reo’s curious as he scans the box you’ve given him. it’s wrapped in plain white wrapping paper, though he could tell that the patterns visible on it were hand drawn.
“it’s uhm . . . a small gift i made for you,” you answer him with a nervous chuckle. “consider it a thank-you gift for tutoring me in chem; i aced it because of you.”
his heart flutters at the sentiment, and he can’t help but pull you close to him with one hand, giving you a soft kiss on your forehead. he knew how kisses on the lips startled you and made you feel embarrassed whenever he saw your reaction, so reo settled for the next best thing.
you can’t be doing this to him. it must be illegal to be this sweet, right?
“thanks, love,” he smiled. “i already know i’m going to love it.”
“you haven’t even seen it—“
“hush, i’m going to love it,” reo says. “you could give me a rock and i’d have it displayed on a podium.”
“dramatic,” you giggle. “but same, though. i kept every gift and trinket you gave me.”
“really?”
you happily nod. “i was so careful to remove the wrappers on some of them too, and i could only salvage a few from the wrath of my clammy fingers.”
he chuckled.
“but you didn’t have to get me a gift, though.”
“i wanted to.”
“you didn’t have to.”
“but when you give me gifts, you always say you wanted to, and wouldn’t take rejection for an answer!” you counter, playfully pinching his arm, eliciting a small yelp from your boyfriend.
“ow! that’s different.”
“no, it’s not.”
“it is!”
“you’re soo,” you drag out the “o” as you softly pinch reo’s cheeks, and his vacant hand holds onto your arm by instinct, “stubborn.”
“but you love me!”
“unfortunately,” you jokingly replied.
“hey!”
“kidding! of course, i love you so much. because there’s no way in my whole life that i’d ever put in that much effort for a gift for my chem tutor.”
“correction—chem tutor who’s also your super-duper-loving boyfriend. get it right, please.”
“oh, of course. how could i mistaken? my super-duperloving, handsome boyfriend, who’s also my chem tutor. pretty smat and funny, too.”
the only thing you got in return from reo was a slight whine of a noise, but no effort was made to even let up on his hug on you. you sigh, a small amused chuckle escaping your lips after.
you barely even made it inside of your home when your loving boyfriend came barreling down the stairs and immediately tackled you on the floor for a hug. now, usually you didn’t mind his antics, you loved it, and this really takes the icing on top of your cupcake.
“still can’t breathe, love,” you wheeze. “can we take this on the couch, at least? as much as hugging on the floor is cute, it’s not sanitary and the surface is cold.”
“later, please, just a bit more,” he says in a pleading tone.
there’s nowhere to retaliate when he’s giving you that expression as if you just abandoned him on the side of the road with nowhere to go, not when he’s pressing soft kisses on your lips, your cheek, and your neck; all actions to showcase his undying love for you through simple, fleeting touches.
“welcome home, love.”
you smile once you’re on your feet, returning his hug properly without having all of his weight on top of you this time.
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A/N: I think I can stop saying that Reo isn't my favorite...
“What was the hardest thing in your time at Blue Lock?” Hisako asks the team.
She’s the other Manager besides you and you’re glad she’s here and as bubbly and talkative as you are quiet. You don’t feel pressured to talk when she’s around, let your eyes wander and take in all the little things no one else seems to notice.
Like Reo leaving the room right after Hisako’s question, the look on his face new and uncomfortable.
You get up to follow him, have to remind Isagi that you still exist so that he lets you pass.
Outside, Reo’s already gone, but you have a hunch on where he went.
Unsurprisingly, you find him on the field, dribbling a ball with an almost murderous expression on his face.
“Hi,” you greet him, your own voice echoing in your ears.
He puts a smile on his face the second he hears you talk, but it doesn’t stick. It slides off his lips and reveals the scowl underneath.
“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask, “Or do you want me to start the Blue Lock Man Program so you can play? I’d offer to play Goalie myself but that wouldn’t be much fun for you.”
He hesitates for a moment before he nods. “I’ll shoot some Goals.”
It’s not surprising that he doesn’t want to talk to you. After all, you’ve only been introduced a few days ago and whatever’s bothering Reo, he doesn’t seem to be the kind of person to spill his heart to just about anybody.
You still take a seat on the side, the artificial grass tickling your bare feet as you sit.
Three Goals in, Reo stops to catch his breath and looks over.
“What do you think of Nagi?”
“He’s tall.” You offer and Reo laughs so loud it echoes.
“And what about his character?”
You pull your lower lip between your teeth to think. There’s not just the question of what you think, but also what he might want to hear. Or how he wants to hear it. Reo and Nagi seem close after all.
“I think… he takes a lot of things at face value. If he doesn’t care enough or doesn’t want to spend energy on it, he doesn’t, no matter how important it may seem to others. It could be a bit unnerving because most people tend to create energy to get what they want and go beyond their limits. I mean, I’ve seen him stop eating even though he was hungry just because he didn’t want to chew any longer.”
There’s a faraway look in Reo’s eyes. You wonder if he will tell you, confide in you what bothers him so much.
But just as he opens his mouth, he’s interrupted.
“Starting without us? How rude!” Bachira bounds onto the field, steals the ball from Reo, and passes it to Isagi.
The moment is gone, but you can still feel Reo’s eyes on you even as they play.
-
You turn at the sound of the door.
The rooftop is mostly covered in darkness, but the golden light of the street lamps doesn’t reach the newcomer's face. But you know that hair…
“Hi, Reo.” You speak up from where you’re sitting.
He turns toward you.
“Hey. Are you okay?” His voice is low and careful as if talking to a scared animal.
With a start, you realize that he’s not here to destress himself. He must have followed you up here.
“Yeah, sure.” You croak out and wipe the remaining tears from your cheek. “I just overreacted.”
“I would have reacted the same way.” Reo offers gently, slowly inching closer. “Can I sit with you for a bit?”
“Sure.” You nod even though he can’t possibly see it in the dark. His body is warm next to you, his warmth reaching you even though you’re not touching. He feels safe, like a living, breathing shield. Some of the tension bleeds from your muscles and you sigh, wrap your arms around your knees, and stare at the streets below you.
“Do you think I’m useless?” You ask. “You can be honest. I want to improve.”
“I think Barou is a dick.”
You snort at this decisive comment.
“He’s your teamm-”
“No, don’t make excuses for him. He’s a dick. You’ve been nothing but helpful to all of us. He’s just grouchy because Rin managed to score more goals than him. He gets pissy when someone else is better than him.”
“But Hisako-”
“Don’t tell her, but I think she could talk a little less.” He turns his face, and you think there’s a smile on his lips, but you can’t really tell in the dark.
“You’re just saying that to be nice.”
“I’m not nice. Just honest.” He leans over and brushes his hand against your arm.
Goosebumps rise under his touch. A warm scent fills your nose. It’s not the Blue Lock 3 in 1 body wash scent you’ve come to loathe and your breath catches in your throat.
“Just like I thought. You’re ice cold. May I warm you up?”
“How?” You ask, mouth running dry when he takes your hands into his, thumb running over your knuckles. He brings them to his mouth and blows on them, his warm breath shooting through you like electricity.
Something fizzles between you, a new kind of tension you would never have expected.
You wonder if he’d kiss you, tonight, on this rooftop.
But the moment shatters with the sound of the door being thrown open, Bachira’s voice cutting through the night.
“Reo-chan? Are you out here? We’re looking for you and Manager-chan.”
Reo drops your hand and gets up, dusts himself off as he walks over to Bachira.
“I’m here. I heard a noise, but I think it was a Tanuki.”
“A Tanuki?” Bachira sounds scandalized. “On a rooftop? Are you seeing things?”
“It’s dark out here, okay?” Reo scoffs. “Also it’s way too cold out here for her to be staying outside for so long. She’s probably in her room. Has Barou gotten a grip yet?”
Bachira sighs. “Not yet. But Kunigami is working on it. We think he’d apologize if he saw her.”
“Ah well, serves him right to feel guilty a bit longer. That was uncalled for. Let’s get inside, I’m freezing my ass off out here.”
“Not much to freeze off…” Bachira teases and the door clicks shut behind them.
-
“It’s getting warmer.” You remark a few weeks later.
Just outside the reach of the street lamps, Reo’s shoulder bumped into yours and stayed there. He runs warm and having him next to you is like having a personal space heater.
Ever since that first night, you’ve found yourself up here again and again.
All it needed was a shared look, one eyebrow raised or lips pulled up to one side, and you knew to come up here after dinner.
So far you’ve managed to bring up a blanket and two spare pillows to sit on. Only once you had to turn back at the door because of the weather, heavy rain pelting every available surface.
“What a shame.” Reo mumbles.
“You like the cold?” You ask, always eager to learn more about him.
No matter how many secrets you spill up here, there still seems to be more to know.
By now you know what his worst moment at Blue Lock was - Nagi turning his back on him to play with Isagi, have shared memories of your childhood and dreams of your future.
Talking has never come easy to you, but it does with Reo.
“I like warming you up.” He says and your blood rushes to your head.
“I- don’t… don’t say something like that.” Your voice sounds way too hoarse to be natural.
“What?” He asks and you wonder if you’re imagining the little quiver in his voice. “Can’t I be honest with you?”
“I… I’m just… I…”
“Can I kiss you?” He asks, voice so low you can barely hear him about the noise in your ears. Maybe you even misheard him. He’d never ask that, right? Maybe he asked if you’d miss him. That you can answer easily.
“Yes.” You say, quietly, like a mouse.
Only a heartbeat later his lips are on yours, warm, a little chapped, but so gentle in their touch.
Your heart stops, then barges on, racing in your chest. His hands are on yours, warm fingers around cold ones. You’re holding hands as he kisses you, again and again and again, as if he’s trying to imprint their touch onto you, so that you’ll never ever forget it.
-
The first kiss breaks a dam and the flood takes everything with it.
Reo’s play improves so significantly that Rin and Barou are now constantly wearing a scowl on their face. He doesn’t seem to get tired when playing and when he passes, he risks moves so crazy Bachira comes running right after, hugging him with excited squealing.
You don’t think that anyone suspects anything.
The two of you keep carefully calm around each other. You hardly ever speak to him outside the rooftop, just like you hardly ever speak to anyone.
You hand over towels and waterbottles, massage Chigiri’s leg in between breaks or run from Barou when he misses a goal.
You bite your tongue when Hisako drowns Reo in affection and you keep yourself out of reach of Isagi’s arms - he has developed the annoying habit of hugging people after a good game. Your efforts are rewarded with soft kisses, the caress of his hands, the warmth of his hugs.
More then once have you fallen asleep on the rooftop, curled into each other, your nose pressed against his neck as you inhale a scent you’ll never get tired off.
“I like it when you’re a little jealous.” He tells you one night when you complain about Hisako droning on and on about Reo’s latest streak of victories. “Makes me feel a little better about being jealous myself.”
“Like you have a reason to be.” You tease and lean forward to kiss his nose.
“I just…” He huffs. “I can’t help thinking about Nagi turning away from me. Like I understand in my head that it was necessary for him to improve and that I want him to improve, but everything in me screamed ‘Mine!’ when he did that. I want to you to improve and be better and have a better life too but the thought of you turning away-” He stops in the middle of his sentence and swallows harshly. You press a kiss to his Adam’s apple, trying to soothe his unease.
“I’m not an egoist.” You remind him. “I don’t have to be. I like compromises too. If you can’t have all of two things, you could settle for half of both, right?”
“What do you mean?”
“If Ego finds us out and I have to choose between you and managing Blue Lock, I can’t have both, right? But I could keep being a manager, just for another team and I could… keep you?” You don’t really mean for it to sound like a question, but you’re also not confident enough to believe that he’d want to go through the effort of dating you when you’re not conveniently around.
Reo’s answer is a kiss that silences your doubt.
“When we get our free weekend,” he says when you’re both breathless, molten into the pillows like candle wax, “Will you come with me and meet my parents?”
-
Jinpaichi Ego manages to glare down at you even though he’s sitting and you’re standing.
“It was never the plan to have two managers for this team.” He begins and your heart sends shockwaves of ice through your body.
This is it. He’s kicking you out.
“So while the boys are getting ready for their game today, I have to decide which one of our dear managers I want to keep. I have only one question for you, but I’ll give you a little context.” He smiles and your heart beats so fast and loud, you wonder if he can hear it.
“Today we’re playing against a team of Star Players. I won’t mention their names but since I know you’ve been a soccer fan for quite some time, I can assure you that you’ve always dreamed of meeting them one day. It wasn’t that easy to get them to agree to a game, but I managed to lure them in. Here’s the catch. They will leave with one of our managers, who I praised highly. Now I’m going to ask you your question. Will you be egoistic and go for the best team or will you stay where you are?”
Your mind is racing. Your time with Ego has been significantly shorter than those of the boys but you’ve learned one thing… He often says one thing and means the other.
Does he really want an egoistic manager? Shouldn’t those whose job it is to care about the team be selfless in nature? Also, he didn’t specifically mention that the best team would be the opposing team. With his confidence, he surely meant that the best team would be the Blue Lock team. But what if you misunderstood?
“What’s your answer?” Ego asks and you ball your hands into fists, clench them so hard you can feel your fingernails digging into your skin.
“I want to stay with Blue Lock.”
“Explain your reasoning.”
“I…” You swallow thickly. “I care about this team. And I think they have it in them to be the best team, so why would I settle for a different team?”
Ego’s eyes widen and you wonder if he’s just furrowed his brows, hidden from your eyes by his bangs. You shouldn’t have phrased it as a question.
“I believe you mean you want to stay with Reo Mikage.”
Your heart stops cold. Your mouth is so dry you can’t unstick your tongue from the roof of your mouth.
“If you have nothing left to say, you can go.”
“I…” You cough, try to gather at least some semblance of self-control. “Thank you.” You bow deeply. “For my time here.”
Ego stays quiet, a weird look in his eyes. He doesn’t speak up, and you shuffle out of the room, doing everything you can to keep from crying.
-
Hisako’s sitting on her bed when you enter your shared room, playing something on her phone.
You know she’d been with Ego before you and her unaffected mood is like a kick in the gut.
Ego probably already knew he’d keep her.
You quietly start to pack.
“Oh,” Hisako’s voice stops you in your tracks. “Did Ego say something when we’re going to leave?”
You shake your head and unclench your teeth to speak. “He didn’t but I… it’s better to be safe than sorry.”
“Right, right. Who do you reckon we’ll get to manage? Do you think we’ll play the Japan U-20 again?” She’s twirling her hair around her finger, her eyes locked on the wall as she’s thinking. “I wouldn’t mind massaging Oliver Aiku’s legs.”
You freeze in your movement.
“Did you… Do you want to manage the other team?”
“Of course.” Hisako has mastered sounding like she’s smarter than you whenever she talks. But you might as well just be the only one hearing that. “Blue Lock is about striving to be the best. Who would I be not offering myself to manage the best?”
You don’t answer but she’s already caught on.
“Don’t tell me you said you wanted to stay where you are!”
“I…” You start and close your mouth again.
“Oh, what’s that?” Hisako’s behind you in a heartbeat. Her closeness unnerves you, but you don’t want to be rude. Your eyes race through the room, trying to pick up on something out of order.
“Is that one of Reo’s hair ties?”
You go rigid at her words, watch her pick up one of the distinct purple hair ties he had gifted you a few weeks ago.
“It’s mine.” You rip it from her hands and clutch it to your chest.
Her eyes widen for a moment before she laughs, almost toppling forward with the force of it.
“Oh, poor you.” She stretches out her hand to ruffle your hair. “It’s okay to have a Crush on your players, but you can’t steal their stuff.”
She’s still laughing as she steps away from you again to take a seat on her bed.
Overhead, the speaker cracks to life.
“Girls, we’re leaving in twenty minutes. Please pack all your belongings and meet us at the entrance.”
Hisako huffs. “Twenty minutes? Well, I suppose you can help me pack since you’re finished with your stuff already.”
You nod, glad that she seems to have forgotten about Reo.
“Oh, and make sure to give back his hair tie,” Hisako winks at you as she grabs her duffel bag, “I would hate to have to interfere.”
-
It’s weird to see Hisako’s back on the field, to not have her talk so much nobody’s asking you questions.
You’re constantly on the move, handing Bachira a bottle of water, getting Barou a new towel, avoiding Reo… You barely have time to take in the other team but when you do, you’re taken aback.
You heard about the match against Japan U-20. It had been the main reason for you to apply for the manager position. It must have shaken up the sport because on the other side of the field is the National Team. All of them are adult men in their prime.
And Ego is nowhere to be seen.
No wonder your team is so tense. This could very well end in a disaster.
“How are we even going to win this?” Isagi voices your terror.
“He wouldn’t let us play if Ego didn’t believe we could do this.” Bachira, always the optimist, barely manages to keep up Isagi’s spirit.
Your own worries move to the back as you take in the team. These boys might not always be the easiest to get along with but you believe in them. You believe in Reo.
“I…” The word leaves your mouth before you realize it. All eyes snap up to you and you feel your knees wobble. Oh no. You hate it when people look at you when you talk.
Somehow you manage to lock onto Reo’s kind eyes, on the vibrant shade of purple of his hair and the curl of his nose as he waits for you to continue.
“... believe in you.” You croak out, wringing your hands. Now that the words are out, it’s a little easier to continue talking.
“If I’d have to choose to manage the best team in the world or Blue Lock, I’d have to choose Blue Lock. There’s no other team as good as you.”
You’re too focused on the slow pull of Reo’s lips to see him coming.
When Ego stars clapping behind your back, you jump away in surprise.
“Well said, Manager. Now, you’ve heard her. I didn’t bring you here to be unsure of your abilities. I brought you here to show them that you’ve got what it takes. You’ve trained under me, you won’t fail. Listen up, I’ll only go over this once.”
-
“Reo. You’re out.” Ego’s voice is cold and careless. You’re standing next to him, muscles tensed from head to toe. You have to fight everything in you not to jump to Reo’s side.
He’d been the focus of some intense defense during the last quarter and one foul had brought him to the floor. You suspected that under the ice pack his knee was turning all shades of blue and purple.
“No! I’m good! I can still play!”
Ego turns his dark eyes to you. “Manager? Tell your boyfriend to listen to his trainer.”
You gasp but no air reaches your lungs.
Someone asks “What?!” and Rin rolls his eyes, calling all of this “Annoying.”
Reo’s eyes are wide open, his jaw slack.
You manage to take in a raspy breathe, than another.
“I…” You start, blinking to get rid of the fog. You swallow hard. “If Reo says he can still play, he can play.”
Reo snaps up as if pulled by an invisible string.
Ego takes a long breathe out throug his nose before he huffs.
“Alright. It’s your decision. If he hurts himself, you’re going to be responsible for it.”
You don’t dare to look at Ego or anyone else. There’s confidence in Reo’s eyes and you nod, forcing yourself to stay as calm as you can possibly be.
-
Blue Lock wins.
You tell yourself that you’re not surprised. It had been a tight squeeze at some point, like it often is, and there are half-moon-shaped red marks on the heels of your hands from squeezing too hard.
But Blue Lock wins and Reo comes running, grabbing you by the waist and lifting you like you weigh nothing, pressing you into him like he’s not just sweated out half the ocean.
“Get a room!” Someone rumbles behind you but you’re laughing.
If Ego kicks you out today, this will make a worthwhile memory.
“Good job, my diamonds in the rough.” Ego drawls, looking over the boys with a fondness in his eyes you can’t have imagined. “This will teach them what they’re up against.”
“Uh…” Someone says behind you and you turn to see Hisako.
You admire her confidence even as her eyes flicker over you and Reo and her brows furrow for a second.
“I’m sorry.” Ego’s voice is too nice to be genuine. A shiver runs down your spine at the sound. “This is no longer your team.”
“But they don’t need a Manager outside of this game.” Hisako points out. “They just told me. I’m…”
“No longer wanted at Blue Lock. You can leave.”
Hisako’s mouth is wide open and you feel bad for her until she screeches like a banshee.
“What about her?!” She points a finger at you. “How’s she allowed to stay? She basically never talks!”
“Last I checked talking isn’t a requirement for being a Manager.” Reo quips nonchalantly.
“Must have messed that up.” Bachira offers sweetly. “Cause all you ever do is talk.”
Hisako turns practically magenta and opens her mouth, but Ego is faster.
“Leave.” His voice leaves no room for argument. “Before I make you.”
-
Your hands holding the tray shake from nerves but you manage to press the button that opens the door.
When you step inside, Bachira hollers your name.
“What are you doing here?” He asks, bounding over to you.
“Reo invited me.” You mumble, looking for him in the crowd.
To your surprise, Kunigami has him in a headlock, ruffling his hair. Next to him is Chigiri, doing a poor impersonation for you.
“But Mr. Ego! I believe in my boyfriend who I love! If he says he’ll win against the National team all by himself, he’ll do it.”
“I didn’t say that!” You disagree and Chigiri snaps out of it, having the decency to blush a little.
“Sorry, Manager-chan!” He laughs.
“We just have to teach this punk some manners.” Kunigami declares. “Has a girlfriend and doesn’t even tell anyone.”
“That’s none of your business!” Reo huffs out and manages to break free. He walks over to you, smile lighting up his face as he pulls you into the circle.
“Sit next to me, okay?”
“Not fair!” Bachira whines. “Manager-chan has the best food on her tray.”
“We all share!” Reo scolds and slaps away a hand that’s moving towards your plate of Takoyaki.
And they do. A piece of everything lands on your plate that never seems to get emptier until you realize that Reo steals food from everyone, slyly putting it onto your plate.
“Stop it.” You hiss and knock your shoulder into his. “I’m going to burst.”
“No such thing.” He says and drops another piece of steak on your plate.
You try to glare before you get distracted by something you’d been craving ever since you got here.
“Oh, is someone eating that pickled radish?” You point at the little bowl. “I love those.”
Laughter rings through the room. It doesn’t feel like it’s at your expense but you still wonder what it was that you said that was so funny.
“By the way…” Barou clears his throat and pins you down with a glare. “I wanted to say sorry.”
Someone gasps and you can’t hold it against them.
You swallow, feel the warmth of Reo next to you and the fullness of your belly, how a day filled with excitement has made you tired. You smile.
“I forgive you.” You pause for a second, take a breath. “But if you ever say something like that again, I’ll slap you!”
There’s a lot of laughter after that. Like when Nagi drapes himself over your shoulder, asking if you want to be his girlfriend too - and declaring a relationship too much work when you explain why that won’t be possible.
At some point the space between yawns turns so short you can barely talk and Reo pulls you up.
“I’m going to walk you to your room,” he declares, pulling you from the boys that make exaggerated kissing noises.
His thumb rubs over the back of your hand as you stumble along.
Just one corner away from your room he pulls you close and stops to press a kiss to your mouth, to edge of your jawline, the curve of your neck.
“I love you.” Reo mumbles, his breath washing over you.
“I love you.” You say, wrapping your arms around his neck.
In a way this reminds you of the beginning of you two, alone in a hallway, sharing secrets.
But this is no longer the beginning and there’s no end in sight.
reo's gentle voice pulled you out of your trance. you'd been working for 4, no, 5 hours? maybe 6, to be honest. at this point, you've lost count. you fell backwards in your chair with an exasperated sigh. you were tired. very, very tired. not only that, you'd have to wake early in the morning the following day.
"yeah." you replied as you stretched your arms above your head. "but dont worry! i'll be done soon."
reo gave you an accusatory look. "what counts as 'soon,' y/n?"
you gulped. "...a few more hours?"
reo sighed, throwing his head into his hand. "y/n, y/n, y/n. what am i going to do with you?"
he gave you an exhausted look, but it wasn't a look of annoyed exhaustion. he could never be annoyed with you, after all. it was a look of love; specifically, a look of love for the one he loves.
"i'll be quick! i pro - WOAH!"
without warning, reo had picked you up and was holding you bridle-style. he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead as he walked over to your shared bed and sat down.
"reo! im sorry, but i need to finish my work! this is the final stretch, i swear!" you protested, not that it would make any difference.
"sorry, love, but you need to take a break. its not healthy to go go go until you collapse, you know? you'll be able to focus better if you take a break, too." he replied, laying you down against him.
"well, sure, but-" you were cut short by... huh? what was that? heaven? god's divine power? it was easily the most wonderful sensation you had ever felt in your entire life. two slim hands were gently massaging your scalp and doing absolute wonders for your mood, fatigue, and entire self, to be honest.
"break time! i'll give you a super-duper absolutely amazing reo head massage to wash away the stress of the day!" he declared as he gently massaged your scalp.
it felt so. freaking. good. reo was super good at head massages because nagi loved them, so they were honestly the closest thing you'd get to heaven until you got to see the real thing. he gently scratched and padded at your scalp and ran his soft hands through your hair. he had a way of hitting just the right spots with just the right amount of pressure that made for the ultimate massage. you felt yourself beginning to melt as reo gently worked his magic.
melting so much, in fact, that you let yourself close your eyes. only for a moment, though, of course.
"...huh?" the room was dark when you awoke. there was no more light and you couldn't see a thing. from across the room, however, you could see the illumination of the clock reading 3:01 AM. you'd been asleep for a little over an hour. you must've dozed off when reo was giving his "super duper absolutely amazing reo head massage" to your tired head. suddenly, you heard soft snores, and immediately recognized them as reo's. he must've fallen asleep after you did. it was then when you realized that his arms were around you, too, and you two had fallen asleep in each others embrace.
you still had work to do, sure, but you supposed it could be held off until tomorrow.
Reo is a type of boyfriend who is so playful and always spoils you. But he’s a little bit high maintenance though, since he always give you what you want, you also need to give him what he wants as well. He’s an ‘I want it, I got it’ type of person, if he ask you out for a date or dinner you HAVE TO go with him, it’s not a question, it’s a command.
Beside from that, Reo is super loving and romantic. It’s like he came out of a book or something, not just a normal novel, but a romantic one. He love spending quality time with you, walking in the park and eating ice cream on a bench watching sunsets. If you guys are at home he will always be in the same room with you, not because he is clingy, but he just wanted to be around with you in case you need a hand with something. He loves hugs, he love to backhug and snuggle near your neck while you are cooking. “bunny, you smell even yummier than the meal, you know that right?” He’s such a tease sometimes, with all the sweet name he uses to call you and how he treats you like a princess is 🤌🏻✨
Sometime you doubt yourself but Reo always sticks besides you and tell you that you are good enough. He will ask you to say it out loud that you are good. Then he’ll compliment you back with “good girl.”
He’s a kind of person who loves making intense eye contact while you are having a conversation with him, or even when you speaks to someone else he will keep his eyes on you most of the time, intensely stares at you like you are the most beautiful thing in his life. Looking into his eyes feels like you are lost in a maze, it’s deep but gentle and heartwarming to look at.
Talking about how he always spoils you, i would say that he is a type of boyfriend who would nailed all the fun-fair games in carnivals to win you the largest prize. He would play til he got the thing you want for you.
He always buy multiple drinks or dessert for you when you guys hangout, he would buy your favorite one and the one he thinks you’ll enjoy and let you choose after you got to taste it. Most of the time you’ll prefer the one he chose for you cause he knows you the best.
