⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Series: reo mikage x f!reader | contains : fluff, angst, jealousy, academic rivals, fake dating
Plotting down your wooden seat, nothing stresses you more than the thought of Yuna, and how her avoidance is extreme to the eye. How were you to cope with the silence that was once filled with Yuna’s joyful laughter? And her smile larger than a rainbow, oh her eyes brighter than the sun. Maybe holding her hand and saying sorry will help? Maybe, but her avoidance is nakedly mean. As if her skin is demonic to your angelic skin. And her skin, demonic, lays in hell with friends, Naomi. “What’s with the gloomy face?” Reo sits across from you, Nagi on his phone playing video games like the usual bum he is. A sigh first leaves your lips, “Nothing”
“So what” You lay your head down looking off to the side
“It’s such a hassle being gloomy” Nagi’s aloof words carry nothing but annoyance to your ears, really what did you see in him?
“Really? Maybe I should sit around all day and play on phone like ya,” You bark back, still laying down your head
“Play animal crossing, not Minecraft”
“Come on, let’s go eat. You can’t just strave. If you’re gonna apologize to Yuna, you need food” You lift your head up from your warm arms. You could just lay back in the warmth whilst the cold around you waves by, let dust lay inch by inch on you, even let the bugs bite you. But you lift your head up from your warm arms to see Reo, welcomed with a smile larger than a rainbow. “Fine, but remember you said you’re buying my lunches.”
The thought that Reo’s skin would be alien to you is found untrue. I thank you Reo, forever. I miss you my love
Your appetite didn’t empathize with your belly. Sitting across from the dynamic duo, you lazily fidgeted with a plastic fork, pushing the food around your plate without actually eating. Meanwhile, the sound of gunfire and shouting emanated from Nagi’s phone, his focus entirely absorbed in his game. His own meal sat untouched, abandoned in favor of his screen.
Suddenly, the fork was whisked from your fingers, stolen by a flash of purple hair. Your full attention snapped to Reo, confusion evident on your face. What was he doing?
“Open up, ahh,” Reo said, his tone playfully insistent as he held the fork out toward you, a morsel of food perched at its tip.
“I can feed myself,” you shot back, narrowing your eyes at him.
“But you aren’t,” he countered smoothly. “Eat. I did pay for it, after all.”
You hesitated, torn between annoyance and the strange warmth of his persistent kindness. Eventually, with a soft sigh, you relented, opening your mouth and swallowing the food he offered. His smug grin didn’t go unnoticed, but you chose to ignore it.
“So,” you began cautiously, your gaze dropping back to your plate, “when are we announcing… us to the school?”
“It’s only been a week since all the commotion,” Reo said thoughtfully, leaning back slightly. “Today might be a good chance.”
“Yeah… I agree,” you murmured, straightening your posture. You straighten your back, being gloomy wasn’t ever your identify. Even so, why did Reo’s presence carry blessings to you? Something you can’t answer, so you leave it to the absence of Yuna.
“You should meet my mom formally, then,” you said suddenly.
“Already?” Reo asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah. We have to start with her. She’s a bit of a… yapper, so news will travel fast, and she’s my mom she knows everything” you explained. “Unless you have practice?”
“I can come after practice,” Reo replied quickly, his eagerness catching you off guard. “It’ll be shorter today.”
“Alright, then I’ll wait on the bleachers,” you said nonchalantly.
“You’re going to watch me practice?” Reo asked, his lips curling into a teasing smirk.
“I’ll be recording you to make fun of you with my mom,” you quipped, matching his smirk.
Reo chuckled, leaning closer. “Maybe you’ll be impressed instead of making fun of me. Especially with Nagi—he has mad skills.”
“All he does is play video games,” you deadpanned.
“She’s right,” Nagi chimed in without looking up from his phone, his voice as flat as ever.
Reo groaned, shaking his head in mock defeat. “No faith in me, huh?”
“Guess we’ll have to see.” You shrugged
“Nope, I’ll be feeding you now on”
Once stepped inside the classroom Mira encounters you, she’s been a trustworthy friend for the past few days. Maybe it was her cool charisma, or the assuring little light her eyes give. She’s the girl you’d believe your mom might’ve been in her prime days. Trustworthy yes, but quite the chatter box in terms of much secretive stuff. Something you truly didn’t mind till fallout with Yuna.
“Oh, hey Mira,” With smile you welcome her back
“Hey,” she replied, her voice carrying an edge of concern. “Came to check up on you... with everything that’s been going on.”
You glanced away, “Oh thanks. I’ve been okay.”
“I noticed you’ve been hanging out with the Mikage kid. And Nagi too,” she added, her tone bordering on curious.
“Yeah, uh, I guess we’re kinda friends now,” you admitted, scratching the back of
Mira tilted her head, a teasing glint in her eyes. “You still like Mikage?”
“Huh—oh, right, I—” you stammered, feeling heat creep up your neck.
“We’re together, actually. Isn’t that right, my love?”
The sudden, confident voice from behind made you freeze. You turned to find Reo standing there, his signature smirk firmly in place. Arm wrapped around your shoulder, his unexpected declaration sent a jolt of shock through you, followed by a fluttering you weren’t quite ready to name. Butterflies? No. Definitely not.
This was supposed to happen tomorrow. Why was he announcing it now?
Your bewilderment mirrored the wide-eyed stares of your classmates. Every single gaze was fixed on the two of you, their curiosity palpable. Mira’s jaw had practically dropped, and you could almost hear her thoughts racing.
Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Nagi, already seated and unbothered, tapping away at his phone. Of course, he knew. Nothing phased him, it seemed.
“Oh— Reo, we weren’t supposed to tell anyone till tomorrow” You portray a romantic act back to Reo. You almost spit out a darling, but that’ll make you two sound old.
“Ahh what’s the difference, today, tomorrow? I’ll still be with you”
A collective “aww” rippled through the classroom at his words, and you could only force a wide, fixed smile until the teacher finally walked in, cutting the moment short.
“Alright, back to your seats. Mikage,” the teacher said, his tone exasperated as he gestured for Reo to move.
“Mmm, could we change seats, perhaps?” Reo replied, his tone light but entirely too smug.
“What—just go back to your seat,” you hissed under your breath, trying to push him away. But Reo simply grinned at you, that flashy smile stopping your protest in its tracks.
Turning back to the teacher, Reo asked, “Don’t you think a change would do us all some good?”
“Don’t cause such a commotion, Mikage. Just sit down,” the teacher sighed.
But Reo wasn’t done. With a confident stride, he leaned in and whispered something to the teacher. The whole class watched, captivated, as you buried your face in your hands. You didn’t need to hear to know what was happening—common sense told you Reo was baiting the teacher with his signature move: dirty money.
The teacher sighed heavily, his resolve crumbling. “Alright, I suppose it’s been a while since we had a seating change. Choose wherever you’d like.”
Cheers erupted around the room, and you groaned internally as Reo pulled out the chair right next to yours, sliding into it with a triumphant smile.
“Looks like we’re seatmates now,” he said, settling in as though it had always been his spot.
You deadpanned at him, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “Lucky me.”
At natural instincts, you look around for Yuna, her seat dripped behind Naomi. You weren’t jealous no, anger no, hurt? Yes. Out of all people Yuna could’ve look forward to, it was a two-face bitch. Given the situation though, you couldn’t do anything now. And you only have yourself to blame.
You clicked the stop button on your phone, ending the recording of Reo’s practice. You had been hoping to capture something embarrassing—maybe a fumbled kick or an awkward stumble—but, to your dismay, Reo had been good. Annoyingly good. A part of you hated to admit it, but watching him out there had been... a little impressive.
As the team wrapped up, Reo walked over to you, his strides confident, his skin glistening with sweat. He lifted his shirt to wipe his face, casually revealing a well-defined body. You caught yourself staring a second too long before quickly looking away, but not before he noticed.
“Got a little drool here,” he teased, pointing to the corner of his mouth with a smirk.
“Maybe it’s from your contagious sweat,” you shot back, scrunching your nose as if the thought disgusted you.
Reo laughed, leaning on the railing of the bleachers as he tilted his head to meet your gaze. “Contagious, huh? Must be powerful if it’s got you zoning out like that.”
“Please,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you stuffed your phone into your bag. “I was trying to figure out how someone as flashy as you managed to survive on a team sport.”
“Flashy and effective,” he countered, flashing you a grin that could rival the sun. “You got it all on video, didn’t you?”
“Unfortunately,” you muttered, standing up to leave. “Don’t worry, I’ll find something to make fun of later.”
Reo grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder, falling into step beside you. “Keep dreaming. I’m flawless on and off the field.”
You rolled your eyes again, but a small, unbidden smile tugged at your lips. “Sure, Mikage. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
“Let me hit the showers and we’ll head off.”
Walking side by side with Reo, you couldn’t help but feel like this whole charade was something out of a cheesy rom-com. Off to introduce your new boyfriend to your mom—how wonderful this would sound to her. As you approached the gates of your house, your attention was drawn to a small, neatly wrapped box resting on the porch. Its delicate ribbon and meticulous presentation made it stand out.
“Huh… We didn’t have any deliveries scheduled,” you murmured, narrowing your eyes at the unexpected package.
“I ordered that,” Reo chimed in casually, his hands stuffed into his pockets.
You turned to him, confused. “You ordered something? For who?”
“For your mom,” he said with a proud smile.
You stared at him, half-suspicious and half-exasperated. “Ordered? What is it? A bomb?”
Reo rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed by your dramatics. “No, silly, it’s a necklace.”
“A necklace. How much exactly?”
Reo let out a slightly nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh… $7,000. I wanted to make sure I made a good first impression. Oh, and I threw in a coupon for jewelry at Mikage Corporation—plus a discount on another necklace. It'll bring it down from 1000 to 300 or less.”
“Reo!” you exclaimed, your voice a mix of shock and exasperation.
“What?!” he shot back defensively.
“It’s a first impression for my fake boyfriend! And she already knows who you are! Seven thousand—are you kidding me?”
Reo’s eyes widened, his expression caught somewhere between confusion and indignation. “Okay, but—she doesn’t know me like that. First impressions are important, you know! Oh I also order in so diamond rings for her, a side of chocolate from one the most expensive brands out there”
“No,” you said flatly, shoving the box with the lavish necklace back into his hands.
Reo scrunched his eyebrows, pouting like a child denied candy. “Why not?”
“My mom and I buy from garage sales, not Pandora or wherever you shop,” you replied, your tone sharp but truthful.
Reo opened his mouth, probably ready with another dramatic rebuttal, but before he could speak, the front door swung open. There stood your mom, her curious eyes flickering between the two of you.
“O-oh, hey, Mom!” you stammered, nervousness bubbling up as you attempted a casual smile. “This is, uh—”
“I’m Reo Mikage,” Reo interrupted, stepping forward with a dazzling smile. He gave her a respectful bow, oozing politeness.
Your mom squinted at him, a thoughtful expression spreading across her face. “I think I’ve heard of you before…”
Reo’s smile brightened, his confidence soaring. “You have?” he asked eagerly, clearly relishing the recognition.
You chime in “Probably on the news or something.”
“No, I don’t watch the news.” She waved dismissively, her gaze shifting toward you, her grin widening. “It was from my daughter. She talks about you a lot.”
Your heart dropped, panic flashing across your face. “Then that must’ve been the news I was talking about!” you blurted out, desperate to redirect the conversation.
Your mom’s teasing smirk said it all—she wasn’t buying it. You knew deep down that she was playing with you, using every little thing you’d vented about to her over the months. Maybe spilling all your frustrations about Reo to her hadn’t been the smartest move after all.
Once settled down in your living room, the warm tea in your hands worked wonders, its calming aroma and heat dissolving some of the tension that had built up. Across the modest wooden coffee table, your mom sat with an amused smile, her sharp eyes darting between you and Reo. Meanwhile, Reo’s tall frame seemed almost too large for your cozy living room. His long legs were tucked awkwardly, his usual self-assured aura slightly muted in the presence of your mom.
The conversation was light at first—updates on your mom’s hobbies, her garden, and her recent bargain finds at garage sales. But you were careful, very careful, to steer away from mentioning the true nature of your and Reo’s relationship.
“So,” your mom began, her tone casual but with an unmistakable edge of curiosity, “how did you two meet?”
You froze slightly, gripping your cup just a bit tighter. Reo, ever the smooth talker, leaned forward with a charming smile. “We actually met through some mutual friends. It wasn’t anything planned, but, well, sometimes things just work out perfectly.”
Your mom raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical but entertained. “Perfectly, huh? You’ve got some stories to share, I bet.”
“Oh, plenty,” Reo said with a soft laugh. “But most of them make me look bad, so I’ll save those for another day.”
You glanced at him, your eyes silently pleading for him not to overdo it. Reo seemed to sense it, his hand brushing against yours briefly on the couch as if to reassure you.
“Well,” your mom said, her tone shifting to something more teasing, “you seem to get along pretty well. Must be serious if you’re bringing him home, sweetheart.”
You let out a nervous laugh, feeling the tea in your stomach churn slightly. “Mom, it’s not—”
“She’s been great,” Reo interrupted smoothly, cutting off your attempt to defuse the situation. “Honestly, I’m really lucky.”
Your gaze lingered on him, his profile seemingly untouched by nerves or uncertainty. The casual confidence in his tone and the soft smile playing on his lips—it was so natural, almost too convincing.
Was it just part of the charade? Or did he mean it?
You swallowed, your thoughts racing. Maybe he was just playing his part perfectly. After all, Reo Mikage was nothing if not composed under pressure. But the way his eyes flickered toward you as he spoke, softening for just a fraction of a second—it felt... real.
Your mom’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “Well, if you’re lucky, then I hope you’re not taking that for granted.” Her sharp tone cut through the moment, her teasing grin making it clear she wasn’t letting him off easy.
“Of course not,” Reo said smoothly, turning his full attention to her. “I wouldn’t dare. I know how special she is.”
Your heart skipped a beat. Whether it was rehearsed or genuine, the sincerity in his words was enough to make your cheeks warm.
Your mom chuckled, clearly amused by his quick responses. “Alright, Mr. Smooth Talker. You’ve passed the first round. Let’s see how you hold up for the rest of the visit.”
Reo grinned, undeterred. “I’ll do my best.”
You looked away, trying to focus on anything but him. Your thoughts were betraying you, stirring emotions you hadn’t anticipated. If he was this convincing, how much of it was an act? And more importantly—how much of you was starting to hope it wasn’t?
