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“Hello, may I have your ticket and passport?”, Nagi handed over his documents without a word.

“Please keep your luggage on the belt,” the staff instructed. Nagi followed the routine, placing his bag on the conveyor. The check-in was proving to be a hassle.

“Thank you, sir. Here is your boarding pass. Your gate number is A03. Have a nice trip!”

Nagi took the boarding pass silently and headed toward immigration. Everything about flying was a pain. Airports sucked. People everywhere. Too much movement.

This is terrible. I just want to lie down.

Finally, after dragging himself through every procedure, he was done. It was over. Next stop: London.

He was flying there for work -a new project. Nagi worked as a game developer at Blue Ltd., one of the biggest gaming companies. This time, he was going to meet with an animation company. At first, he’d said no, but the company basically forced him. He was the head of the dev team, they needed him there.

They’d promised to cover everything: flights, accommodation, food. All Nagi had to do was show up. For six whole months.

He reached his gate. There was still an hour until boarding. The waiting area was packed, it was the holiday season, after all.

After a long search, he spotted a seat. The only issue? It was already half-occupied by someone’s designer bag.

“Excuse me, would you mind moving your bag?” Nagi asked.

The man didn’t look up immediately. His face was mostly covered, a hat, mask, sunglasses, but purple hair peeked out from beneath the cap. Everything on him, from his oversized sweater to his handbag, screamed expensive.

He finally looked up from his phone. “Oh, my bad,” he said, moving his bag without a fuss.“Thank you,” Nagi said and took the seat.

As soon as he settled in, a wave of the man’s cologne hit him, expensive and strong. Nagi sighed, pulled out his neck pillow, and closed his eyes. Within moments, he was asleep.

“Excuse me, sir. Excuse me…”

Someone was shaking him.

“Stop it,” Nagi mumbled, grabbing the hand that was shaking him without even opening his eyes.

“What are you doing?”

Nagi blinked awake and realized he was holding the wrist of the man from earlier.

“Oh… sorry,” he mumbled, letting go.

The man pulled his hand back quickly. “Ugh, I just thought you were on the same flight and boarding had started. But I guess I shouldn’t have bothered.”

He gave Nagi a sharp side-eye and walked off toward the gate.

Nagi sat there, still waking up, before he stood up and followed the crowd. Everyone was boarding now. He joined the line and ended up behind the same man again.

He noticed the man’s posture. Though slightly shorter than him, he stood tall, elegant, even. Nagi was 190 cm, and this guy wasn’t short either. He carried his jacket neatly in one arm. His tight pants hugged every curve, while the oversized purple sweater gave a soft, relaxed contrast.

Nagi caught himself staring.

Before he realized it, the staff was calling him to come forward. The man had already gone through.

Nagi followed, unconsciously matching the stranger’s pace. He rarely walked this fast.

As they boarded the plane, Nagi glanced at his ticket. 12B. He kept walking toward the 12th row… still behind the same man. The man stopped at row 12 and began putting his expensive bag into the overhead bin.

Nagi stepped up and did the same, placing his backpack right beside the handbag. The man looked at him, confused. “What? I’m in 12 too,” Nagi said simply. The man scoffed and sat at 12A ,the window seat. Two seats on the right side, three in the middle, two on the left.

Nagi let out a sigh and sat down next to him. That expensive smell hit again. Soon, the air hostess made announcements, and the flight prepared for takeoff.

The man beside him suddenly stood and began scanning the entire cabin like he was looking for someone. After a while, he sat down again with a heavy sigh, removing his hat and mask.

Nagi, still drowsy, turned to look at him.

Wow.

That was the only thought in Nagi’s head.

Their eyes met.

The man’s purple eyes stared directly at him, curious.

“What? Do you want something?” he asked, turning toward Nagi.

Now that he could see his full face… small and pretty, beautiful eyes with cut eyebrows, with a delicate nose and soft pink lips, Nagi didn’t know what to say.

“Nothing,” he replied quickly, looking away to avoid making things awkward.The man gave him a questioning look before pulling out his phone.

The plane took off. Nagi started watching a Korean drama he’d downloaded. Eventually, lunch was served.

“Mikage Reo?” the flight attendant asked.

“Yes, that would be me,” the man replied, accepting his meal.

Nagi turned slightly. Mikage Reo. So that was his name. Elegant, just like him. They both ate in silence. Nagi was watching his drama when he heard a quiet grunt.

“How do people even eat this?” Reo complained under his breath. “Do you want some snacks? I have some,” Nagi offered.

“No thank you. I don’t eat junk food,” Reo replied quickly. “I would like some champagne, though. Don’t they give champagne right away?”

“You have to purchase it,” Nagi said.

 Reo’s eyes widened. “What? They don’t just give it to you?” 

“They do this in all airlines. You have to purchase it.”

“This sucks,” Reo muttered. “That’s why I never travel economy.” Nagi listened, quietly amused as Reo continued complaining.

He glanced over at Reo’s phone… looked like some notes…article…? Maybe he was a college student? He looked young. Probably in his final year.

Nagi, on the other hand, had graduated five years ago. He was 28 now, living in Tokyo, just working to save enough to retire early. His dream was to do absolutely nothing.

Two hours passed. Nagi got bored of the drama and decided to nap. Reo beside him had already dozed off.

Sometime later, Nagi felt Reo’s head resting on his shoulder. He turned slightly to look. Reo was asleep, his face relaxed and peaceful.

So pretty, Nagi thought. He didn’t have the heart to move him. So, he leaned back and closed his eyes, letting him stay there.

When Nagi felt Reo’s head rest on his shoulder, he panicked a little. His body stiffened.

He slowly moved his other hand to remove his neck pillow, awkwardly maneuvering it around Reo’s neck so he could rest more comfortably. Even asleep, Reo looked unfairly pretty, long lashes dusting against slightly squashed cheeks, his breath slow and warm.

Nagi looked at him a moment too long.

God, I’m a creep, he thought, mentally facepalming.He quickly turned his head away and shut his eyes, drifting back to sleep.

Sometime later, Nagi stirred. His eyes fluttered open slowly. He needed to go to the restroom. Badly.

He tried to shift but couldn’t. Reo was still asleep on his shoulder, mouth slightly open now, completely relaxed.

Nagi reached for his phone, it was 7:00 PM. He’d slept nearly three hours.

He suddenly had the urge for washroom Seriously? Now? Not when a pretty man is sleeping on me… Nagi sighed internally, torn between holding it in and waking up the pretty guy beside him.

He stared blankly ahead. Mother Nature Why now…

Finally, he came up with a solution. He gently tilted his body, slid the neck pillow off his lap again, and carefully fastened it around Reo’s neck. He adjusted it just right to avoid waking him, then slipped out of his seat and hurried off to the restroom.

When Nagi returned, he saw that Reo had shifted in his sleep and was now leaning against the window.

He sat back down quietly, pulled out his iPad, and resumed watching the drama he’d started earlier. Two hours passed like that.

Eventually, he noticed Reo slowly waking up. Reo rubbed his eyes groggily and started touching the neck pillow around his neck, confused.

“Huh…? What is this?” he mumbled.

“I put that around you,” Nagi replied casually, eyes still on his screen.

“Why?” Reo asked, now holding the pillow in his hands and looking at Nagi.

“You looked uncomfortable,” Nagi said simply, still not meeting his gaze.

From the corner of his eye, Nagi noticed the faintest blush rising on Reo’s cheeks. His ears were tinged pink too.

“Oh… Thank you,” Reo said softly, glancing down, fumbling with his phone. “You didn’t have to…”

Nagi didn’t respond. His mind was spiraling. You woke me up at the airport. If not, I would’ve missed the flight. And I would’ve missed sitting next to you. Wait…what?

Nagi’s thoughts spiraled deeper. He had never felt this way before. Not for a woman. Not for a man. In fact, he hadn’t really felt anything romantic ever. He’d read about it. Watched it in dramas. Seen friends fall in and out of love. But Nagi? At 28, he was still untouched by it. Dating sounded like too much effort. Then why was he thinking like this now?

“Can you move so I can get up?”

Reo’s voice brought him back.

“Oh… yeah.” Nagi stood to let him pass.

Reo grabbed a small pouch from his handbag before heading toward the restroom. He came back fifteen minutes later, not that Nagi was counting, looking freshened up.

There were still ten hours left until they reached London. Nagi felt drained already.

Reo was now on his laptop, sipping juice and working on something. He looked serious, brows furrowed slightly in focus.

They had dinner again somewhere over Europe. Reo didn’t sleep on Nagi’s shoulder this time. Nagi didn’t admit it out loud, but he wished he had. Despite being a night owl, the exhaustion caught up to Nagi. He fell asleep not long after.

It was morning, according to the time on his phone, but still pitch-dark outside. They were flying over the Mediterranean. Only an hour left before landing.

When Nagi woke up, Reo was already up, scrolling through his phone. Nagi got up to do his morning routine? Night routine…, but the line for the bathroom was ridiculous.

He debated just going back to his seat. But he couldn’t face Reo like this… not with bad breath. Eventually, after a long, cold wait, he finally got his turn.

Soon, the landing announcement came on. The cabin lights brightened. The city of London was just beneath them.

Nagi didn’t want to leave.

When am I ever going to sit next to someone like him again? Was this… an airport crush? Nagi felt like a teenager.

Once they landed, phones around them started buzzing with notifications. Nagi grabbed his  backpack and helped Reo with his bag too. Reo looked at him in surprise, then gave a small, polite smile. “Thanks.”

He had his phone pressed to his ear. Nagi wasn’t trying to eavesdrop… really, but Reo’s voice was clear enough.

“Hey, I just landed, but it’ll take another hour or so… Yeah, no worries. Okay… I know that. I’ll catch a cab… No, I won’t let them scam me and take double money… Yes, I have pounds… Gosh, you worry too much. Chill, mom.”

Nagi’s lips twitched.

The immigration area was jam-packed. Holiday chaos continued even here.They walked in silence side by side, both unsure of what to say now.

They decided to take the stairs instead of the escalator. But the stairs were crowded too. Someone above stumbled and nearly fell!  grabbing the person beside them for balance.

That someone pushed Reo.

Reo yelped slightly. His handbag slipped. “Oh no, my laptop-!”

But Nagi had already moved.

With instinctive speed, he dashed down a few steps and caught Reo’s bag mid-air.

Perfect landing.

Reo looked stunned. “Oh my god! Are you okay?” he asked, not even checking his bag first.

Nagi blinked. “I’m fine?”

“Watch where you’re going!” Reo snapped at the guy who had bumped him, switching to perfect English.

Nagi stared. He’s so sexy.

The stranger muttered an apology and rushed off.

Reo sighed. “Seriously… what’s the hurry?”

He turned to Nagi again, accepting his bag back. “Thank you… umm…”

“Nagi Seishiro.”

“Mikage Reo,” he replied, offering his hand. Nagi took it.

Reo’s cheeks were flushed. His hand warm. So pretty, Nagi thought.

“Let’s go,” Reo said gently.

They moved toward the immigration line.

“So, what brings you to London, Nagi Seishiro?”,

“Work,” Nagi replied.

Reo tilted his head. “Ohh.”

Nagi looked at him curiously. “What about you?”

Reo scratched his neck. “Hiding… vacation?”

“Hiding?” Nagi raised an eyebrow.

Reo smirked. “What are you gonna blabber it to someone?”

“Ummm… who would I blabber it to?”

There was a small pause.

“Do you know me?” Reo asked suddenly. “Sheishiro Nagi?”

“No… Are you famous?” Nagi asked, genuinely confused.

Reo chuckled. “Pfft—maybe.”

“Give me your autograph, then.”

Nagi handed him his passport like it was nothing. Reo stared at him, then broke into a full laugh.

“You’re so funny,” he said, clutching his stomach. “It was really fun meeting you, Nagi Seishiro.”

Nagi smiled a little. He regretted not talking to Reo more earlier.

“I had the wrong impression of you,” Reo said suddenly. “Thought you were rude. But you gave me your neck pillow and caught my bag, so…”

“Thank you, Nagi.”

The moment didn’t last long. They reached the counter. Immigration was quick.

But Nagi wanted more time. He didn’t dare ask for Reo’s number. What if he doesn’t want? They collected their luggage in silence.

“So, this is goodbye, then?” Reo asked with a soft smile. He thanked Nagi once again.

“Yeah… no problem, Mikage.”

Reo nodded and started to walk away.

Nagi watched him go. Something inside him panicked. He felt like he needed to do something, he felt the need to stop him… 

“Hey, Reo!” he called, jogging to catch up. “Wait!”

Reo turned around, confused. “What is it?”

Nagi fumbled with his bag. “You didn’t give me your signature yet.”

He held out his passport and a pen.

Reo blinked, trying not to laugh. “Are you serious?”

“You don’t even know if I’m famous.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Nagi said quickly, looking away, scratching his head. He felt shy now.

Reo’s heart fluttered. He took the passport and signed the last page.

“Happy?” he asked, handing it back.

“Very,” Nagi replied, smiling.

They stood there awkwardly.

“Umm… so…”

“Sorry I held you back, Reo,” Nagi said. “Goodbye.”

“Yes… goodbye, Seishiro~”

Nagi stepped out of the airport. He watched Reo get into a taxi. His own company car was waiting.

It was still dark in London. He sat in the back seat, silent.

Oh shit.

He forgot to get Reo’s number.

Nagi stared out the window, heart heavy.

Mikage Reo…

He pulled out his passport and flipped to the signed page. Even Reo’s autograph was pretty. Elegant. Just like him.

Chapter Text

When Mikage Reo decided to come to the UK, his sole reason was to escape from hell…the hell being his parents. Mikage reo was the heir to a multi-billion dollar company, the Mikage Corp. He was already a board member of the corporation as a major shareholder, courtesy of his father.

Reo always felt that he didn’t earn his spot in the company. Although it was rightfully his, he was bored of his current lifestyle, working under his father and doing repetitive work was a burden for him. He yearned for something more in life, a sense of fulfilment. He felt like there was a missing piece, and he was determined to find it.

It was a rash decision given his position in the company, but he couldn’t bear the burden any longer. Reo yearned to accomplish something of his own, even if it wasn’t as significant as a milestone as, Mikage Corporation. He wanted to achieve something that was truly his own. But his parents had altogether different plan for Reo.

Reo decided to call his college best friend, Chigiri Hyoma. He dialed his number, and Chigiri picked up. “Do you even know what time it is, Reo?” Chigiri asked, sounding annoyed. Well, Chigiri now lived in London, while Reo was in Tokyo. Tokyo was 9 hours ahead of London, and Reo had forgotten this before calling him. “I’m sorry,” Reo apologized. He could hear rustling in the phone. “What is it, Reo? Are you okay? Your voice sounds bad. Did something happen?” His friend was worried over the phone.

“Chigiri… I can’t… anymore, Chigiri,” Reo said, feeling a lot of tears slip from his eyes. “Tell me what happened. I’m listening.”

“Chigiri, they’re planning my wedding…,” Reo said while sobbing. “What??!!” Chigiri was shocked. It was always given that Reo had to do that. Marriage. that wasn’t for love; it was a business deal for his parents. “They…said… snort… I cannot takeover the company… unless I marry who they want.”

Chigiri was speechless. “What should I do?” Reo asked him, sobbing. “Do you want the company?” Chigiri asked. “I don’t know… ever since I was born, I was thought only one thing: that was to become the next Chairman,” Reo said.

“Is that what you want?” Chigiri asked calmly. After asking that question, Chigiri could hear the sobbing only getting louder. “Reo, calm down. You don’t have to make any decision instantly.”

Reo’s tears were gradually subsiding. “But…,” before Reo could utter a word, he was abruptly interrupted. “You know what you need… an escape, a vacation,” Chigiri suggested. Reo was taken aback. In his 28 years, Reo had never taken a vacation. Sure, he had traveled extensively abroad, but it was always for business or because his parents had dragged him along.

“Come to my place,” Chigiri proposed to Reo. “But…I have a lot of work-.”

“Reo! When do you not have work? Even machines require maintenance to function properly,” Reo retorted, sounding offended,”Are you seriously comparing me to a machine?”. He could hear Chigiri laughing on the other end of the line. “Yes…what will you do?”

Despite their ongoing banter, Reo’s tears had dried up. He wiped his cheeks and smiled. “Okay, just you wait. I’m coming to London to beat your ass.”

“Oh my god! I’m so scared, someone save me,” Reo could smell Chigiri’s fake ass from here. “Anyway, you could stay at my place for a few days,” Chigiri offered.

“Wait, isn’t Hero there?” Reo remembered that Chigiri lived with his ex-boyfriend, Kunigami Rensuke. Their relationship was very complicated. They both were in same college with Reo, but in different majors. Reo was majoring in Business, Chigiri in Fashion and Kunigami is Arts.They met each other in the college soccer club. The three of them carried their soccer team. Kunigami, Chigiri and Reo were all offered to tryout for the national team, but only Kunigami took the offer and even got selected.

Chigiri and Kunigami got together in college, they even moved together to London. Kunigami started playing for Manshine City. Chigiri opened a clothing boutique. That was always a dream of his. Everything was going good, until Kunigami was benched in Manshine. At that time they broke up. Reo was there when they broke up abruptly, and Chigiri was at his lowest point at that time, since he just opened his Boutique, his business was not the best. Yet, they still lived together, they both were at their lowest in a foreign country, no friends around. They only had each other, so they decided to remain friends and now they were just roommates. Reo could never fully comprehend their dynamics.

“He is in Germany, he got a club offer in Germany’s Bastard Munchen, they are having a World Cup in a month and he is playing so… he is there already for practice.”He heard chigiri, his voice changing. “Will he now be staying in Germany?” Reo asked, “I..Don’t know, we haven’t really talked about that yet… just last week he packed his bag and a day before leaving said he got an offer and left…” Chigiri was now getting sad.

“okay, if its not a bother i will catch a flight today.” Reo said wanting to console his friend as soon as possible “what, like today itself?”, chigiri asked,

“Yes is there a problem?” Reo asked, “I can stay in hotel-“, “NO…No… its fine, i was just surprised with you rich people logic.” Reo chuckled, “I mean… if i wait any longer it will drive me crazy.” 

“Alright, call me before your flight.” Chigiri said, ‘yes”, Reo replied with their goodbyes Reo ended the call.

Exhausted from crying, Reo opened his laptop and searched for a flight. He didn’t want anyone to disturb him during his vacation, so he decided to inform them when he reached the airport to avoid any interruptions. If Reo mentioned vacation, they would send Ba-ya and a few other butlers with him, but Reo wanted to be alone. He could have taken his family private jet, but he didn’t want that today.

Since it was Reo’s first time booking, he had accidentally selected Economy instead of Business class. That’s how he ended up in Economy class, but he didn’t regret it after meeting Nagi Seishiro. Sure, he was annoyed at first with the lack of services offered in Economy, but when he met the White-haired, ridiculously tall guy, Reo was in awe.

“Can you move your bag?” he heard a voice command him to do so. He was annoyed. How could he not even ask politely? He noticed the man’s boarding pass, which was the same as his. The white-haired man sat beside him and fell asleep as soon as he settled in.

What a fella. After an hour, the boarding had begun. Mikage texted Chigiri instead of calling. He opened Ba-ya’s number and texted her as well, letting her know that he was going on a vacation and not to bother him. Reo didn’t tell her where he was going; he didn’t want them to bother him. Reo picked up his handbag and checked that the man beside him was still fast asleep.

Should I wake him up? But why should I? He had been so rude earlier… Reo sighed. He wasn’t that heartless. He tried waking him up, but the man’s hand tightly gripped Reo’s. He had a strong grip.  “What are you doing?” Reo asked angrily, “Oh..um sorry” Reo got angry with him, said how ungrateful he was and left him there.

He shouldn’t have been so kind. Who does he think he is? To Reo’s luck, the same man was now sitting beside him.

Ugh, why him? He was so huge, not just in height but size as well. Reo heard the air hostess call out his name: Nagi Seishiro.

He didn’t understand the white-haired man at all. First, he was rude, now he was offering Reo snacks and even gave him his neck pillow? Reo gave up trying to understand him, but then he had to jump across the stairs and get his handbag.

Reo was surprised when he saw Nagi save his bag. “Whaa, he would be so good at soccer…” Reo had met countless people, but no one was able to grab his attention like Nagi did. He felt his whole neck and face burning.

When he talked to Nagi, he realized he wasn’t rude, just socially awkward. He found that cute. He had so much fun talking to Nagi that he forgot all about his burdens.

Reo was honestly sad when they had to go separate ways. When he was near the exit, he was torn. He didn’t want to just go yet. He was about to go back, turn back, just at the moment he heard Nagi running to him, calling his name. Reo was so stunned when he asked for his autograph. All their interaction with Nagi left him flustered.

I want to meet him again… 

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Buzzz—

No answer.

Reo Mikage shifted his weight from one foot to the other, glancing around the dimly lit corridor of the apartment complex. It was nearly 11 PM, the streets outside quiet, the orange glow of street-lamps casting long shadows across the pavement. His suitcase stood upright beside him. The cool London air nipped at his neck.

Buzzz—

Still nothing.

With a soft sigh, Reo pulled out his phone and tapped Chigiri’s contact. The call rang twice before a familiar voice crackled through.

“Reo! I’m so sorry,” Chigiri’s voice came through in a rush, mixed with background shuffling. “I’m still at the boutique. I had to stay late…the client’s a celebrity and she came in last minute. I’m just locking up. I’ll be there in fifteen.”

“Oh, yeah!!!no worries,” Reo said, leaning back against the cool brick wall. “Take your time. I’ll wait.”

Fifteen minutes later, Reo heard hurried footsteps. A blur of crimson hair rounded the corner.

“REO!” Chigiri shouted, launching himself forward.

Reo laughed just before the wind was knocked out of him. Despite being smaller in stature, Chigiri’s hug was surprisingly strong, tight and warm, like a blanket after a long day. The cold melted away instantly.

“Chigiri!” Reo greeted, hugging him back, heart a little fuller.They pulled apart, Chigiri’s cheeks flushed from the cold and the run.Reo dragged his suitcase behind him as they entered the apartment. “Let’s get inside” Chigiri said.

As they made their way up the stairs, Chigiri fished out his keys. “Sorry again. That client is a regular actress, super famous. She wanted to browse privately, so we stayed open late.”

“No worries, I’m just happy your boutique’s doing so well,” Reo said, following him inside. Chigiri smiled to himself as he locked the door behind them. “You’re too nice. Let me make it up to you later.”

“How was the flight?” Chigiri asked, as Reo set his things down inside the spare room, the one Kunigami had used before leaving for Germany. Reo looked over his shoulder with a mock expression of horror. “I messed up, Chigiri. I booked economy. Economy.” Chigiri blinked. “You? Economy?” Then burst into a fit of laughter, clutching the doorframe for support. “The Mikage Reo? With the plebs?”“Shut up,” Reo groaned, chucking a rolled-up sock at him.

Chigiri caught it mid-air. “Was there…legroom? Did you… have to share an armrest?”“I made a mistake!” Reo argued, half laughing, half humiliated. “I was distracted when booking!” ,“And now emotionally scarred,” Chigiri teased, wiping his eyes. “Oh, I needed that laugh.”

After settling in, Chigiri looked over at Reo. “You hungry? I’m way too tired to cook.” Reo nodded. “Starving. Lead the way.”

Chigiri grabbed a jacket, and the two stepped out into the chilly night once more. Reo kept asking where they were going, but Chigiri only said, “You’ll see,” with a mischievous grin.

The place was called BS Dine and Bar, a cozy little restaurant not far from their apartment. The exterior looked like any small pub from the outside, but once they stepped in, the vibe completely changed.

It was warm, dimly lit, with rustic wooden walls decorated with ivy and fairy lights. The scent of fried food, roasted spices, and beer hung in the air. At the center, a large projector screen played a live rugby match, and the bar was packed with people in jerseys—young, old, all shouting at the screen like it was life or death.

Reo took it all in with a small grin. “Nice place.” Chigiri waved at someone behind the bar. “Yo, King!”

A tall man turned around, balancing a tray full of dishes. His dark spiky hair added a few extra inches to his height, and the sharp look on his face didn’t exactly scream “friendly.” “It’s you again,” he grunted. “Where’s the orange-haired one? Got a new boyfriend?”

Chigiri rolled his eyes. “This is Reo. Reo, meet Barou—he owns the place. Kunigami’s away, remember?”. Barou gave Reo a once-over and nodded. “Right. Hello..” Then went back to work.

“Is he always like that?” Reo whispered.“That’s his happy face,” Chigiri whispered back. “You don’t want to see annoyed.”

Over bowls of steaming pasta, the two friends caught up. Chigiri spoke animatedly about his boutique and the client, a famous actress preparing for her wedding. She’d ordered custom dresses for her entire bridal party. Chigiri looked both excited and exhausted. “It’s amazing,” Reo said, between bites, “but… are you okay?”.

“I should be,” Chigiri sighed. “I was really looking forward to this week with you. Now it’s just… busy.”“Hey,” Reo said gently. “Work comes first. I can stay as long as you need me. I like London. I’ll even help out…cut some thread or something.”, Chigiri smiled. “Good. I’ll need the help.”

A roar of cheers interrupted them as someone scored in the match. Reo glanced around at the crowd, then back at Chigiri, whose eyes were a little heavier now. When the game ended, the crowd erupted. Fans danced and cheered. Reo and Chigiri paid for their meal and stepped out into the crisp London night. The streets were nearly empty now, and the city glowed in the dark, soft lights flickering in shop windows, a bus hissing down the road.

Neither of them spoke much on the walk back. The quiet between them was easy. Back at the apartment, they exchanged sleepy goodnights.

Reo changed into his nightwear and lay on the bed. It was a small room, just enough for a single bed and a desk, but it was warm and quiet. The city noise was a distant hum outside the window.

He closed his eyes. But the moment he did, a certain white-haired boy filled his thoughts.

Nagi Seishiro.

Reo turned to his side, grumbling into the pillow. One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four sheep, five sheep… sheep have white hair… white hair… Nagi!!!! ugh!

He groaned aloud and buried his face deeper into the pillow. Eventually, exhaustion won. Sleep claimed Reo Mikage.

Nagi Seishiro entered the hotel he’d be staying in for the next few months. The place was nice, nothing fancy, but modern and clean. Just how he liked it. He hated cooking, cleaning, so hotel room service was a big win. Even if it meant paying half the cost himself.

The check-in process was quick. Nagi barely listened. Once he had his key card, he headed to his room, dropped his bags, peeled off his clothes, and face-planted into the bed.

Perfect.

He had two days off before the project started, and he already knew how he’d spend them, doing absolutely nothing. Sleep. Eat. Scroll. Repeat.

But first things first he opened his bag and removed his cactus, who was wrapped thoroughly in plactic, Nagi inspected properly for any breakage in the cactus pot but there were none. 

He kept his cactus on the hotel desk near the window. “Chocki! I met someone amazing Chocki! I want to meet him again though…. Goodnight, Peace!” Nagi greeted his cactus.

  2 days later….

It wasn’t until the afternoon of his second day that Nagi got out of his room to get some snacks and other essentials. He wished he could see a certain purple haired, on his way.

He found a small convenience store nearby. After tossing in essentials, snacks, toothpaste, charger, his phone buzzed in his hoodie pocket.

He groaned

Caller ID: Isagi Yoichi.

Nagi stared at the screen for three seconds. Thought about ignoring it.

Then sighed and answered.

“Yo.”

“NAGI!” came the excited voice from the other end.

Nagi immediately pulled the phone slightly away from his ear.

“…You don’t have to yell, man.”

“Sorry, sorry. Just wanted to check in. You reached?”

“Yeah.”

“You sound dead.”

“I’m always dead,” Nagi replied paying for the stuff he bought in the store. “Jet lag’s annoying.”

Isagi laughed. His voice was warmer now, more familiar. “I figured you’d pick a hotel instead of the company apartment.”

“Didn’t want to cook,” Nagi replied honestly. “Room service’s easier.”

“Of course you’d rather pay more than heat a kettle.”

“Exactly.”

Isagi and Nagi had known each other for years—first as rivals in college coding competitions, then as teammates, and eventually close friends. Isagi had always been the energetic one, the overachiever who woke up early to finish bug testing. Nagi was the quiet genius who barely put in visible effort but still managed to outperform almost everyone else.

They balanced each other. Somehow.

“Project starts tomorrow,” Isagi said. “Excited?”

Nagi walking back to his hotel replied, “That’s a strong word.”

Isagi chuckled. “We’ve got the pitch meeting in the morning. 9 AM. Don’t be late.”

“…I’ll be there.”

“You better be. You’re the face and head of the software team, remember?”

“UGHH.”

Isagi said with a laugh. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Mm.”

Nagi ended the call, walking to his room, no luck finding the purple haired. He was finally here. In London. About to start a whole new project with the guy who talked way too much and still somehow made work tolerable.

But for tonight?

No alarms. No presentations. No effort.Just a soft bed, thick curtains, and silence.Nagi didn’t even bother changing.He flopped on the bed, turned on his side, pulled the blanket over him, and closed his eyes. Sleep came fast.

Chapter Text

The shrill ringing of an alarm clock tore through the stillness of the hotel room like an unwanted guest.

Nagi Seishiro groaned from the depths of his blanket, face smushed into the pillow, white hair sticking out in all directions like a puff of snow hit by wind. He didn’t move right away. Instead, he lay there…half-dreaming, half-regretting life choices, until the ringing became unbearable.

He finally sat up, slow and groggy, his pale eyes half-lidded. The morning light crept in from the blinds, painting soft gold stripes across the hotel floor.

Still seated on the edge of the bed, he turned his head to the small potted cactus resting on the windowsill. He reached out and lazily poked it.

“Morning, Chocki,” he muttered, voice low and raspy. The cactus responded with a sharp prick to his finger. “Ow… right. Now I’m awake. Cool,” Nagi sighed.

He stood up and trudged into the bathroom like a ghost fulfilling his duties.

The shower fogged up the mirror as Nagi towel-dried his hair, strands falling messily into his eyes. He buttoned a clean white shirt and pulled on a pair of formal trousers. He looked at himself in the mirror…expression blank, but passable.

He wasn’t trying to impress anyone. It was just his first day in a foreign country’s office, he figured the least he could do was look mildly professional.

Down in the hotel restaurant, the dining area buzzed softly with hushed conversations and the clinking of cutlery. Nagi sat in the far corner, away from the main crowd, quietly eating his toast and eggs while staring out the window at the London morning traffic. The food was alright. The tea was warm. Nagi usual had bread like melon bread for his breakfast.

Back in his room, he wore an overcoat, slung his bag over his shoulder. Before walking out, he turned once more to the cactus on the windowsill.

“Goodbye, Chocki. Peace!” he said with a two-fingered salute.

Nagi walked down toward the hotel reception, ignoring the chill wind that slipped through the edges of his collar.

He stopped at the front desk. “I need to get to this address,” he said, showing the address on his phone.

The receptionist smiled politely. “Take Bus No. 302 from the stop across the street. Get off at Square Park, and it’s a short walk from there.”

Nagi blinked slowly and nodded. He thanked the receptionist and left toward the bus stop.

Outside, the streets were alive, people hurrying along, pigeons bobbing around, a street musician playing a violin for no one in particular.

At the bus stop, he stood among a mix of locals and tourists, some in business attire, others with backpacks. The bus arrived after a few minutes.

He boarded, paid the fare, and found a spot near the back, surrounded by people far too enthusiastic for this hour. Nagi leaned against the metal pole, head tilted slightly.

In Japan, he always cycled to work. No people. No waiting. He never learned driving, it was a hassle, Nagi received some side eyes when he took his bicycle to the office but he never gave a fuck what people thought about him.

Too much effort.

When the bus screeched to a halt at Square Park, Nagi stepped off. He looked up at the Blue Soft Ltd. building…a tall, sleek glass tower, reflecting the cloudy sky above.

Inside the lobby, he approached the front desk.

“Name?”

“Nagi Seishiro.”

After showing his documents, he was handed a ID and told to proceed to the 5th floor. The elevator chimed softly as he waited, tapping his foot once. He was already tired.

Then…a sudden clap on the shoulder.

“Oi! Nagi!!”

Nagi turned to see a familiar face grinning like a cheerful anime character- Isagi Yoichi.

With his usual energy and open smile, Isagi looked like the complete opposite of Nagi’s mood.

“Yoichi Isagi.” Nagi nodded, blinking.

“You’re finally here! You look the same, lazy as ever,” Isagi teased as they stepped into the elevator together.

“How long have you been in London?” Nagi asked, stifling a yawn.

“Four months. Been working on my own side project too, VR Meta Vision.”

“Sounds complicated.”

“It is,” Isagi laughed. “AI integration, predictive spatial awareness. I’ve built seven versions so far. Still buggy.”

Isagi Yoichi was someone Nagi knew from back in Japan, they both had graduated from same field but in different colleges, Nagi was dragged by people to participate in various events related to programming, hacking, developing.

In these competitions, Isagi was like his rival, they both competed heads on, both rival now turned close friends. They have now worked on multiple projects together, both of them at the top of their field.

“You’re working alone?”

“Mostly. But if you’re offering help…“ Isagi said they both entering the elevator.

”Damn, new city, new Nagi.” Nagi shrugged. “Just bored.”They both chuckled as the elevator doors slid open to fifth floor.

The sleek door whispered shut behind them. Inside, the office was dimly lit, the floor-to-ceiling windows letting in the gray London daylight.

”Hello, you must be the head of Dev from Japan!” A guy with blue/cyan hair said as he greeted Nagi. “Good morning Isagi!” He greeted Isagi as well. 

“Good morning!” Isagi greeted him back, “Nagi, this is Hiori Yo. He is a rookie developer.” Isagi said,  “Good morning” Nagi said back. Hiori just smiled back at him.

”Why don’t you show him to Ego’s office, I’ll join you guys in meeting room!” Isagi said and left them to go at his own desk.

”Follow me!” Hiori said as he lead the way to office. The came in front of the door, Hiori knocked and a voice told them to come in. The door opened revealing a figure.

At the far end of the room stood a slender man dressed in an all-black suit, hands folded, eyes sharp through big circle glasses,enough to cut steel.

Ego Jinpachi.

He didn’t move when they entered, he simply watched.

“You must be Nagi Seishiro,” he said, voice calm but edged with an intensity that made most people straighten their posture.

Nagi didn’t. “Yeah,” he replied flatly, blinking slowly.

“I’m Ego Jinpachi. Department head and project lead for Blue Lock.”

“Okay.”

“I’ve gone through your work,” Ego continued. “Efficient. Minimal words. Minimal effort. Maximum results.”

Nagi tilted his head. “Sounds about right.”

Ego’s lips twitched into something that might’ve been a smirk. “You’ll fit in. Come with me.”

They walked down a narrow hallway and into a large glass-walled conference room. Inside, several people were already waiting.

Isagi sat at the table, tapping a stylus against his tablet, eyes bright when he saw Nagi. “Yo, Nagi! Met Ego?”. “Yes… I almost got chills,” Nagi mumbled as he took the empty chair beside him. “Ohh did you now,” Isagi grinned.

Across from them sat a guy with wild , yellow-and-black hair bob cut, waving hand at Nagi as soon as their eyes met.

“Hey! I’m Bachira Meguru! I’m draw all the crazy stuff for Blue Lock. Nice to meetcha!”

Nagi stared. “Hello, I’m Nagi Seishiro.”

“Nagichi,” Bachira chirped proudly.

Hiori entered behind them and took a seat near the screen, while a short, serious man with black hair covering his eyes gave Nagi a small nod. Nagi nodded back.

“Ikko Nikki. I handle game balance, systems, feedback, all the stuff these two break.” He gestured at Isagi, Bachira, who looked offended.

“Hmph, we do not break things all the time, it was one time…” Bachira replied, while pouting. 

Ego stepped forward and tapped the large display. The glowing Blue Lock logo illuminated the room in blue-white light.

“You are the core team,” Ego announced. “This is not just a game. This is ego turned digital. A survival-based, skill-driven experience. Football, reimagined. Not about teams. But about individual hunger.” He started his presentation.

His eyes scanned across them, voice steady. Explained the direction he wanted the project to go, next he explained everyone their roles in project.

“Nagi… You’re designing the battlefield. Mechanics, terrain, player flow. I want movement that feels like instinct fighting instinct.” He said looking at Nagi.

He looks at Isagi next and continues, “Isagi  Your Meta Vision project gets integrated here. Vision, pressure zones, prediction, all of it must feel alive.”

Then at Hiori,“Hiori, If something crashes, it’s on you. You’re the glue holding the madness together.” Hiori nodded his head.

“Bachira, Monsters. Hunger. Madness. That’s your job. Design pure chaos on screen.” He said to Bachira to which he got a reply, “Aye,Aye, captain”

“Ikko You’re the wall. If they break balance or logic, you stop them.” 

Bachira raised a hand eagerly. “Can I make a goalkeeper who grows eight arms if someone kicks too hard?”

“No,” Ikko replied flatly.

“Lame,” Bachira muttered, grinning anyway.

Isagi chuckled. “We’re gonna break him.”

“Try me,” Ikko said.

Nagi leaned forward slightly, eyes fixed on the logo.

This was it. This was the kind of chaos he usually avoided. And yet… here he was.

“Guess I’ll start working,” he said quietly.

“Good,” Ego said. “That’s it for now let’s discuss more at 3pm, for now Fuck off.”

By noon, the team had gone through initial frameworks and ideas. When someone casually suggested a break, Bachira jumped in before anyone could say “cafeteria.”

“Let’s go out! There’s this place I love…BS Dine and Bar!”

“There’s a whole cafeteria here, you know?” Ikko muttered. They all started heading out towards the said restaurant. Someone said this will help them with teamwork or forming a bond and what not. Nagi didn’t mind though.. he just followed behind quietly.

“Yeah, but this place has soul food!” Bachira beamed. “I went with Rin-chan last week, and it was soooo good!”

“Wait, Rin came back? When?????” Isagi asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Fly-day!” Bachira nodded, proud of his English.

“…It’s Friday, idiot,” Isagi corrected.

Bachira blew a raspberry. “Fly-day sounds cooler. You just hate fun.”

Their back-and-forth continued until Ikko snapped, “Both of you behave. You’re pulling each other’s cheeks in the middle of the street.”

They quieted down instantly like two kids caught in class.

Nagi trailed behind, hands in his coat pocket, listening to them quietly. He had no idea who this Rin was—but clearly, he mattered.

They reached BS Dine and Bar, a tucked-in local favorite with warm lighting, brick walls, and a lingering aroma of grilled spice and butter.

The inside was packed, chatter buzzing in multiple languages, waiters darting around with plates in hand. As they stepped inside, a tall, broad man with spiked hair and an X-shaved pattern at the side of his head greeted them.

Well, “greeted” was generous, he scowled at them with a raised brow.

“Table for five!” Bachira chirped, unbothered.

“Here,” the man said, leading them to a table near the window. Nagi slid into his seat, eyes roaming the place with interest. It was cozy.

They picked up menus, but Bachira waved dramatically.

“I will order! I got this!” He cleared his throat. “Two staekeu, two grilled cheeseo, two spaghetti, andu eto… mineral wateru—”

“I’m Japanese, just speak normally,” the waiter cut in.

Bachira blinked. “Wha…oh! You’re Japanese too?”

“Yeah. You were here last week. I remember.”

“You remember?!”

“Hard to forget a loud guy and a celebrity,” he said, scribbling down their order.

Nagi perked up at that. Celebrity? Rin?

The waiter, Barou Shoei, as his name tag read, left, and the others began chatting again. When the food arrived, Nagi had to admit, it was amazing. Smoky, rich, and delicious.

“So…” Nagi said mid-bite, he wanted to at least have good relation with them so he asked,turning to Bachira. “You have a boyfriend?”

Bachira brightened. “Yup! His name is Itoshi Rin. He’s a professional footballer—“

“You don’t watch football?” Isagi asked Nagi.

“Nope.”

“You must’ve seen Rin somewhere. Commercials, billboards?” Hiori chimed in.

“Don’t recall.”

Bachira pulled out his phone and showed Nagi a photo of Rin on the field…focused, graceful, strong.

“He’s good-looking,” Nagi admitted quietly. Which led Bachira feeling smug about it. “Now, now, Nagichi, don’t eye my boyfriend!!” Bachira teased Nagi without any ill intent, trying to break the ice, “I was not” Nagi replied. To which he just got a chuckle from the guys.

Nagi was done with his lunch, while the others still finishing their food, Nagi excused himself for the restroom.

As he entered, he noticed a short guy with long pink hair washing his hands, speaking on speakerphone.

“How do you burn instant noodles?” the pink-haired guy asked, mildly exasperated.

“I didn’t know how long I was supposed to cook, okay?” came the frustrated reply from the other side.

“Okay, Your Highness. What will Your Majesty eat now?”

The voice on the other end grunted, low and annoyed. Before Nagi could hear the reply pink haired guy picked his phone and put it in his ears instead.

“I haven’t eaten either. Come to BS Dine. Let’s eat together.” the pink-haired guy said while walking out.

He returned to the table where everyone had finished up and were paying the bill. As they got up, Bachira grinned at the spiky-haired man behind the counter.

“Dude! Your food is amazing!”

Barou looked mildly pleased. “Of course. It’s my restaurant. Family recipes.”

Bachira looked stunned. “Wait—you’re the owner?! I’m Meguru Bachira, by the way.”

“Barou Shoei.”

They shook hands. Nagi noticed how Bachira could talk to anyone and get away with it. He even saw Isagi talking to Barou nervously, like a fan meeting a celebrity.

Nagi didn’t bother to listen. He stepped outside instead, pulling his phone out and scrolling absently.

The London air was cool, crisp. He exhaled.

And then…he froze when he heard someone calling him.

“Nagi… Seishiro?”

That voice. He looked up slowly.

And there he was…Mikage Reo, standing in front of him, arms casually crossed, an excited smile on his face. His lavender hair framed his sharp features, eyes sparkling with familiarity.

“Hi! I didn’t expect to run into you here!” Reo said, sounding genuinely happy.

Nagi nearly dropped his phone but caught it last minute and slipped it into his pocket.

“Mikage—”

“Reo,” he cut in quickly. “Just call me Reo. Not Mikage.”

“But—”

“I don’t want attention with that name. Just Reo, yeah?” he said gently.

Before Nagi could say more, the rest of the team filed out behind him. “Let’s go, Nagi!” someone called. He barely heard.

He didn’t care.

“Coming… in a minute. You guys go ahead.”

“Don’t fall behind or you’ll get lost!” Isagi warned.

Nagi waved vaguely.

His attention was still fixed on the person in front of him.

“Umm… Reo,” Nagi said, hesitating. “How are you?”

Reo tilted his head slightly. “I’m good. Still adjusting. London’s cold at night, and the roads are confusing, but it’s not too bad.”

I can keep you warm, Nagi thought stupidly but wisely didn’t say.

“I’m adjusting too,” he said instead. “Did you eat yet?”

“I was just about to,” Reo smiled. “Wanna join me?”

Nagi blinked.

“Oh…but I guess you already had lunch with your friends.” Reo said shyly

Nagi’s phone buzzed in his pocket, loud and persistent, slicing through the warm haze Reo’s presence had cast over him.

🔔 ISAGI YOICHI: Lunch break ends in 10 minutes.

Session 2 with Ego begins at 3:00 PM sharp. Don’t be late.

He swallowed. It was 2:30pm

Of course. Reality always found a way to cut in.

Reo had asked with a hopeful tone, gesturing vaguely back toward the restaurant. “Oh…but I guess you already had, since you were here with your friends…”

Nagi looked at him…really looked at him. The way the sunlight danced in his lavender eyes, the wind brushing his hair slightly out of place. Reo looked so… alive. Like he belonged to this city. Or maybe, more accurately, like this city belonged to him.

Nagi wanted to say yes.

He wanted to sit with him. Talk. Ask how long he’s staying in London. Ask why he hadn’t messaged after the airport. Ask what he’s doing here, with him, again, in a city so far from where they started.

But he couldn’t.

“I want to…” Nagi said honestly, his voice low. “But my break’s almost over. I have to head back. First day and all.”

Reo blinked, surprised…but quickly masked it with a small smile. “Oh. Right. No skipping day one.”

“Yeah,” Nagi muttered, suddenly frustrated with himself for not moving faster, for not having more time, for not asking for Reo’s number at the damn airport.

Reo nodded, tucking his hands in his coat pockets. “It’s alright. We’ll probably run into each other again.”

“Will we?” Nagi asked before he could stop himself. It came out softer than he intended—like a thought escaping.

Reo looked at him for a long moment. His smile faltered, just a little.

“…I hope so,” he said.

Nagi reached for his phone, almost by instinct, then stopped. There was no number to call. No contact saved. No easy excuse to ask for it now without sounding desperate.

He hated this. The unfamiliar ache in his chest. This awkward stillness between them. Why hadn’t he said more at the airport?

“Do you… usually come here?” Nagi asked, motioning toward the restaurant.

Reo nodded. “My friend like this restaurant, owner is his friend or something.”

“I don’t have your number,” he said plainly.

Reo’s smile returned. “Neither do I.”

There was a pause…brief but charged.

Nagi shifted his weight. “Should I get it?”

Reo tilted his head slightly, a smirk ghosting his lips. “Are you asking me out, Seishiro?”

Nagi’s ears turned faintly pink. “I’m asking for your number.”

Reo reached into his coat, pulled out his phone, and held it out. “Here. Before your boss decides to fire you.”

Their fingers brushed for a second as Nagi took the phone. He quickly typed in his number, called him so he can also get Reo’s number, then handed it back.

“I’ll text you,” he said.

Reo saved the contact and glanced at it.t Nagi muttered a goodbye, already turning away.

Reo laughed softly, watching him go.

Just before Nagi disappeared into the crowd, Reo called out, his voice warm.

“Hey, Nagi!”

Nagi turned back, hand half in his coat pocket.

“…I’m glad we ran into each other.”

Nagi held his gaze for a beat longer than necessary.

“…Me too,” he said.

Then he turned and walked away.

The crowd swallowed Nagi Seishiro within seconds.

Reo stood there for a moment longer, his phone still in hand, thumb hovering over the new contact saved simply as:

Nagi

He let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

The wind pulled gently at the hem of his coat as he leaned back against the wall outside the restaurant. His gaze remained on the direction Nagi had gone, even though there was nothing to see anymore, just people, jackets, coffee cups, and motion.

Still, his heart was doing that annoying thing. That flutter. That pull.

“Twice,” he murmured to himself. “Twice in one city.”

He glanced at the restaurant door behind him. “Maybe this place is lucky.”

Reo stepped inside and was immediately greeted by Barou’s usual scowl.

“You done flirting outside?” Chigiri grunted, placing a glass of water in front of him.

Reo smirked, slipping into the booth. “You saw that?”

“Yes… everything.Your face gave it away. You looked like a puppy seeing its owner after a month.”

Reo raised an eyebrow. “You get poetic when you’re hungry?”

Barou came and took their usual order. He just walked away toward the kitchen with a muttered, “I’ll bring your usual.”

Reo rested his elbow on the table and leaned into his hand, staring out the window beside him.

The streets were still busy. London had that rhythm…always moving, always rushing…but in that brief little moment outside the restaurant, the world had slowed down.

He didn’t expect Nagi to come back into his life. He didn’t expect to see that messy white hair and lazy stare on a random London sidewalk…again.

But he had.

And this time, Nagi asked for his number first.

Reo smiled to himself. It was small, just the corner of his lips twitching upward, but it reached his eyes.

He tapped open the messages and stared at the empty thread with Nagi’s name at the top.

No messages yet.

“I’ll wait,” Reo whispered, thumb hovering over the screen. “But not forever.”

And somewhere deep down, he knew…Nagi wouldn’t make him wait long.

Chapter Text

“So… who was that guy?” Chigiri asked, twirling his fork with a casual grace, eyes glinting with curiosity as he leaned slightly across the table. A playful smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he chewed his food.

Reo shifted in his seat, already regretting the flush he could feel rising to his ears. “Umm… so… I met him at the airport,” he began, trying to sound nonchalant. “He sat next to me on the flight. He even helped me with my bag and stuff.”

Chigiri raised an eyebrow, setting his fork down dramatically. “Look at you… Just the thought of him has got you all flushed up like a tomato.”

“I am not!” Reo barked, cheeks now positively glowing. He swatted at Chigiri’s arm half-heartedly. “Shut up.”

Chigiri laughed. “Okay, okay. But come on!!!spill. What’s he like?”

Reo hesitated for half a second, then admitted, “He’s cute, okay!”

Chigiri blinked. “He’s a fucking giant, Reo. How is he cute?”

Rolling his eyes, Reo leaned forward. “Tall people can be cute too, Chigiri! It’s in the way he talks. And the way he just… exists. He’s kind of awkward but in a soft way.”

Chigiri chuckled, shaking his head. “Wow. So basically, you’ve found yourself a real-life love interest. All that’s missing is you being gay.”

“Shut up again!” Reo snapped, but the way he was hugging himself and trying to hide a grin only made Chigiri laugh harder.

Chigiri tilted his head, his teasing smile softening just a little. “Do you like him?”

Reo’s hands stilled. He looked down at his plate, tapping his index finger against the edge. “I don’t know…” he murmured. “I mean, I’ve never dated a guy before.”

Chigiri nodded slowly, listening without judgment.

“It’s not like I’ve never been hit on by guys,” Reo went on, quieter now. “I’ve always said no. Politely, but still. And with girls, it’s never felt right either. I’ve dated, yeah, but nothing ever really… clicked. I broke up with my last girlfriend because I just…didn’t feel anything. Not even when we kissed. She was great, and I felt… nothing.”

Chigiri leaned back, folding his arms. “And this guy? The tall, soft-talking one?”

Reo smiled faintly. “When I saw him again today… my heart actually skipped.”

Chigiri gave him a long, thoughtful look. “Then maybe it’s time you stop thinking in labels and just go with what makes you feel something. If he makes your heart race, that’s worth exploring.”

Reo stared at him, chewing on his lip. “…I guess. I don’t even know if I would be accepted to date a guy…”

Chigiri grinned again. “So you gave him your number, right? And you are in London, hardly anyone would recognise you here!! Maybe meet that cute giant again… ”

Reo’s lips curved into a small, sheepish smile. “Yeah. His name’s Seishiro Nagi.”

Chigiri raised an eyebrow. “Hmm. Seishiro Nagi, huh?”

Reo leaned on one elbow, letting the name hang in the air like something secret. Something precious.

Chigiri gave him a wink. “Well, Mikage Reo… looks like your little escape to London just turned into something a lot more exciting.”

“You think so?” Reo asked, that smile still playing at the corners of his lips.

“I know so. And when you fall headfirst into this mess, don’t forget who pushed you off the cliff.”

“You’re unbearable.” Reo just rolled his eyes, but deep down, he was already wondering if Nagi would text.

And what he would feel if he did.

DING~

The elevator doors opened with a soft ding. Nagi stepped in last, still caught in the haze of lavender eyes and the faint trace of Reo’s laugh that lingered in his ears. His hand sat motionless in his coat pocket, where his phone rested,  screen glowing faintly with one new contact.

He didn’t notice the side-eyes right away.

“Okay,” Isagi said slowly, arms crossed. “Who was that guy you were talking to just now?”

Nagi blinked. “Huh?”

“The one outside the restaurant,” Bachira chimed in, practically bouncing in place. “Tall, shiny purple hair, weirdly expensive coat? Looked like he belonged in a magazine?”

“Oh,” Nagi muttered, looking away. “That was Reo.”

Isagi and Bachira exchanged a look.

“…Reo?” Isagi asked, raising an eyebrow. “Just Reo?”

“You know him?” Bachira asked, now squinting dramatically like Nagi had been hiding a double life.

“Kind of,” Nagi said, voice low.

“Kind of?” Isagi echoed, suspicious. “Since when do you ‘kind of’ know someone who I am unaware of?”

Nagi was quiet for a second too long.

Bachira leaned in closer, nose almost touching Nagi’s cheek. “You are blushing.”

“I am not,” Nagi deadpanned, taking a step away.

“Then who is he?” Isagi asked, not letting it go. “You looked like you wanted to follow him inside.”

“I met him before,” Nagi finally said, rubbing the back of his neck. “On a flight. He sat next to me.”

“Wait—what?” Isagi’s eyes went wide. “When was this?!”

“Coming here. To London.”

“Let me get this straight,” Isagi said. “You met some random guy on a flight, barely talked to him…because knowing you, you barely did and then randomly bumped into him again today?”

Nagi hesitated. “…Yeah.”

“And you remembered him?” Bachira asked.

Nagi nodded.

“And he remembered you?” Isagi asked incredulously.

Another nod.

“Oh no,” Bachira whispered, pretending to swoon. “That’s fate.”

Isagi pulling out his phone, “when I saw that guy I knew I saw him somewhere… tell me his name again” isagi said.

”Oohhh that’s interesting! Maybe he is a model, he looked like one” Bachira said while leaning into Isagi looking at what he was searching.

Nagi won’t lie because he thought the exact same thing as Bachira when he first saw Reo.

”Wait… Nagi can you tell me his full name… “ Isagi said while looking at his phone, eyes gone wide. 

“Mikage Reo…” Nagi answered.

”Who is he??” Bachira asked curiously, “Am I right?? Is he a model?” He asked now snatching Isagi’s phone from his hand. Isagi was in shock that he did not react when Bachira took his phone from his hand.

Nagi did not expect Bachira to go silent as well(he did not keep quite at all since Nagi got to know him) 

“Holy fucking shit!!!” Was the first words Bachira said after scrolling through Isagi’s phone.

Nagi was getting impatient with all the reaction… Who even was Mikage Reo that they gave such a big reaction… Actor? Maybe Hollywood actor? K-Pop idol? 

“Please tell me you did not piss him off anyhow during your flight… or maybe said something offensive to him…” finally Isagi spoke after getting over his shock.

”ummm not that I remember…why?” Nagi asked.

”Nagichi… do you like… are you like… secretly rich?” Bachira asked 

Nagi had enough he did not wait any longer and took the phone which was still in Bachira’s hand and read what he was reading.

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Who Is Mikage Reo? Meet the Elusive Heir to Japan’s Multi-Billion Dollar Mikage Empire

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At just 28, Mikage Reo sits on the board of Mikage Corp, one of Japan’s largest privately held conglomerates with interests spanning finance, real estate, luxury goods, and tech. Often referred to as the “Crown Prince of Corporate Japan,” Reo has remained notoriously private despite his family’s immense wealth and power.

Born into privilege but known for his sharp business acumen, Reo graduated top of his class from an elite Tokyo university and was fast-tracked into the boardroom by his father, Mikage Daisuke, current Chairman. With succession talks gaining momentum, many speculate that Reo is being groomed as the next leader of the billion-dollar dynasty.

Little is known about his personal life, and public appearances are rare — but one thing is clear: Mikage Reo isn’t just an heir. He is the future of Mikage Corp.

Nagi was usually a chill guy but after reading whatever this was the guy lost all his chills, his jaw dropped on the floor after reading that, Nagi confirmed that it was his Reo since there was a picture of him in a suit attached at the start.

He wasn’t just a celebrity he was literally a fucking Prince, sure there was no autocracy in Japan, but holy hell Mikage sounded familiar, Nagi was so used to seeing that, his PC, his clothes, the mall he visited in Japan, wherever he took the subway, hell even the airport had Mikage Corp plastered on it.

His own life investments were invested in this corporation. They were the richest not only in Japan but also across the world…!

Holy shit.. 

Nagi needed a drink, he wasn’t a big drinker he occasionally drank with his colleagues, but he really needed a drink to handle the news…

Did I just make a fool out of myself in front of him?? Am I stupid??? I should just drown myself at this point.

While Nagi was having a mental breakdown, the three of them were called for the Group Discussion for the project.

Nagi hardly composed himself throughout the whole meeting, he wanted to go to his room and burry himself in his blanket.

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It had been three weeks since Reo arrived in London.

He was helping Chigiri with his boutique. Well… helping was a generous term. Reo didn’t know the first thing about stitching or tailoring, but he did assist with the trivial stuff…managing calls, organising supplies, fetching coffee, talking to customers and sometimes just standing there being supportive. Surprisingly, he found himself enjoying it.

During that time, Reo built a good rapport with Chigiri’s staff. The one who stood out the most was Aryu Jyubei, a tall, slender man with long, luscious hair that shimmered, he looked like he belonged on the runway.

At first glance, Aryu seemed aloof and fashion-obsessed, but Reo quickly learned there was more beneath the surface. One afternoon while steaming a dress, Aryu casually mentioned:

“You know, I used to date Barou…”

Reo blinked. “Wait…Barou? As in the grumpy owner of BS Dine & Bar? That Barou?”

Aryu didn’t even look up as he nodded, examining his reflection in the mirror.

“Mhm. We broke up because… he wasn’t glam enough.”

“What?” Reo nearly dropped the clipboard in his hands. “You broke up with him because he wasn’t glamorous?” Aryu turned dramatically, flipping his hair. “Yes. He was always working. Not a single holiday to spend time with me, Reo.”. Reo couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s… the most Aryu reason I’ve ever heard.”

Another person he liked being around was Anri, a hardworking woman with a sharp eye for detail and a surprisingly goofy sense of humor... “Careful with that box, Reo,” she warned once. “Last guy who dropped a bridal veil got cursed and dumped the next day.”. “Thanks for the motivation,” Reo deadpanned. “I’ll carry it like it’s made of gold.”

By the weekend, Reo and Chigiri went sightseeing—snapping pictures near Big Ben, walking through Notting Hill, catching late-night movies, and shopping for things they didn’t need but bought anyway.

On one particularly quiet evening, Chigiri opened up.

They were sitting on the floor of the boutique, surrounded by fabrics, mock-ups, and half-finished sketches. Reo sipped on a milkshake while Chigiri twirled a measuring tape around his finger.

“I still miss him,” Chigiri admitted quietly. “Kunigami?" Reo. asked, "Sometimes, I think about calling. Then I stop myself. What if he’s moved on? What if… he doesn’t want to come back?”

Reo’s heart twisted for his friend.

“You’ll never know unless you try,” he said gently. “But either way… you’ve grown so much, Chigiri. I’m proud of you.”

Chigiri offered a small smile. “Thanks.”

Some days, it was Reo who shared his struggles.

“I’m dreading going back,” Reo admitted one evening. “It’s not even the work. It’s the pressure. It’s like… I’m suffocating in a life that isn’t mine.”

Chigiri leaned back on the couch. “Why don’t you start your own business?”

The suggestion echoed in Reo’s mind for days. Why hadn’t he thought of that before?

He had the funds. The connections. But what he didn’t have… was clarity. Did he even want to work in finance again? Tech? Fashion? Nothing felt right. Cafés, salons, candy shops—none of those sparked anything either.

The truth was… Reo was still searching for what made him come alive.

And then there was another thing on his mind.

Or rather, someone.

It had been three weeks since a certain white-haired guy got his number. Still no text. Not a word.

“Seriously?” Reo muttered one night, scrolling through his contacts. “Did he just ask for my number out of politeness? Am I… boring?”

He tossed his phone aside, frustrated.

“Forget him. I’m over it,” he mumbled, clearly not over it.

The next few days flew by in a blur. A famous celebrity’s wedding was just two days away, and Chigiri’s boutique was handling the wedding dress. The pressure was sky-high. Finally, the last stitch was done.

They were all too exhausted to even celebrate.

The plan was simple, Anri would use her car to make the final delivery tomorrow. That evening, after finishing up the packaging, everyone got ready to leave. As they were closing up, one last client walked in, wanting to browse.

“You all go,” Chigiri said, waving his hand. “I’ll handle this and lock up.”

“I can stay,” Reo offered.

“Nope. Go home. You’ve done enough. Go relax.”

Reluctantly, Reo agreed. “Fine, but if I see you fainting tomorrow, I’m not catching you.”

Chigiri laughed tiredly. “Fair.”

When Reo reached home, the lights were already on. As he stepped in, he froze.

An orange-haired guy was sprawled on the couch, watching the news.

Reo blinked.

“Kunigami?”

The man turned and smiled. “Yo.”

Reo grinned wide. “It’s been so long, hero!”

He rushed forward and opened his arms for a hug. Kunigami stood and embraced him warmly. “It really has,” Kunigami said, voice slightly muffled against Reo’s shoulder. They pulled apart, still smiling.

“I knew you were here,” Kunigami said. “Your stuff’s in my room.” Reo rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah… Sorry about that.” Kunigami shook his head. “No worries. When did you get here?”

“Three weeks ago,” Reo said, then squinted playfully. “And you didn’t tell anyone you were coming?”

“I wanted to surprise him,” Kunigami admitted, glancing toward Chigiri’s closed bedroom door.

Reo’s expression softened. “How are you, hero?” Kunigami answered, “I’m good. Germany was intense, but I passed the try-outs.”

Reo leaned against the doorframe, he heard Kunigami in low voice “And Chigiri…?” Kunigami looked away. “…Is he okay?”

“Honestly?” Reo said gently. “No. He’s missed you every day.”

Kunigami’s jaw clenched, his fingers flexing slightly.

To lighten the mood, Reo added, “Anyway, sorry for hijacking your room. I can take the couch now.” Kunigami gave a small smile. “Nah. I’ll room with Chigiri.” Reo raised a brow. “Will he let you?” “I’ll talk him into it,” Kunigami said confidently, then glanced toward the kitchen. “Have you eaten?”

“Nope. We were all too busy. We were gonna order takeout.”

Kunigami grinned. “Perfect. Let’s eat out today.”

Reo texted Chigiri to come directly to the restaurant, to which Chigiri agreed, he did not tell Chigiri about Kunigami yet.

Reo arrived first with Kunigami. Chigiri texted saying he was five minutes late. Kunigami was unusually quiet, his hands resting on the table but his fingers drumming lightly.

“Nervous?” Reo asked, smirking over his mocktail. Kunigami didn’t deny it. “Yeah.”

“You should be,” Reo teased lightly, but added more gently, “Just talk to him, Kunigami. He’s not mad. He’s just… hurting.”

Before Kunigami could answer, Reo’s eyes flicked to the entrance.

“He’s here.”

Chigiri stepped inside, wearing a simple white coat over a black turtleneck. His hair was loosely tied, a few strands falling across his face. His eyes scanned the bar, until they locked onto Kunigami’s.

He stopped in his tracks for a second. Kunigami stood up slowly. The air around them shifted. For a long moment, neither of them moved.

Finally, Chigiri approached the table. Kunigami looked like he wanted to speak, but the words were caught in his throat. Reo silently scooted to the far end of the booth, giving them space. Chigiri reached the table and folded his arms.

“So you’re back,” he said, voice neutral…but his eyes shimmered with something more.

Kunigami nodded, quietly. “I am.”

Another pause. Then Chigiri clicked his tongue and looked away.

“You didn’t even call.”

“I wanted to,” Kunigami said softly. “I just… didn’t know what to say.”

Chigiri’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t respond. He sat down beside Reo, across from Kunigami “you just had to call…,” Chigiri muttered, not looking at him.

Kunigami smiled faintly. “You look tired.” Chigiri raised an eyebrow. “And you look like a ghost. What happened, did Germany forget to feed you?”

Reo nearly choked on his drink.

“Glad to see we’re starting with insults.” Chigiri finally let out a soft laugh. The tension cracked slightly. “So…” Kunigami began, more cautiously now. “How’s the boutique?”,

“Busy,” Chigiri replied, then glanced at Reo. “He’s more decoration than help, but I kept him around.” Reo grinned. “I’m great at looking expensive.” Chigiri smiled faintly, then looked back at Kunigami. His voice dropped slightly. “You didn’t tell me you were coming.”

“I wanted to surprise you,” Kunigami admitted. “I thought maybe… if I just showed up, it’d make things easier.” Chigiri looked down at the table, fingers lightly tracing the edge of his glass.“It didn’t.” Kunigami’s shoulders tensed. “I know.”

“I waited,” Chigiri said, voice soft now. “Every single day, I waited for something. A call. A message. Anything.” “I messed up,” Kunigami replied, eyes locked on him now. “I thought I was doing the right thing by focusing on the try-outs. I thought… if I made it, it’d be worth it. But—” he hesitated “—it wasn’t. Forget it.”

Chigiri finally looked up at him.

“Okay I believe you…,” he said, and it wasn’t forgiveness…but it wasn’t rejection either. Reo sipped his drink, watching them both.

“Okay,” he said, breaking the silence. “This is the most dramatic reunion I’ve witnessed” Both Chigiri and Kunigami turned to him. “Shut up, Reo,” they said in unison. Reo raised both hands. “Happy to be here.”

The waitress arrived, and they ordered food. As the night went on, the heaviness slowly melted away…bit by bit, glance by glance, laugh by laugh. They weren’t back to where they used to be, not yet.

But it was a start.

They chatted the night, they talked about the “Reo situation” about how he ran away from home to avoid getting married, and somehow none of the Mikage have not reached out yet. They even talked about Nagi Seishiro and Reo was quick to change the topic. But it didn’t end without Chigiri teasing him.

It was late evening, they reached the apartment. The city lights filtered through the curtains, casting warm gold across the living room. The air was quiet, too quiet. Chigiri was curled up on the far end of the couch, legs tucked under him, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone. Reo was in the kitchen, pouring tea, humming something off-key.

Kunigami stood near the balcony door, fidgeting.

He had been carrying those tickets in his jacket pocket for three days now. Waiting. Debating. Doubting. Now, his fingers gripped the envelope as he finally turned toward Chigiri.

“Hey… can I talk to you for a second?” Kunigami’s voice broke the quiet. Chigiri looked up from his phone, not saying anything at first. He just gave a small nod.

Kunigami walked over and sat beside him, leaving space, respectful, unsure. He hesitated, then placed the envelope gently on the coffee table in front of them. “These are for you,” he said quietly.

Chigiri raised an eyebrow but didn’t reach for it. “What is it?”

Kunigami swallowed.

“Tickets. To the World Cup.”

Chigiri’s eyes narrowed just slightly. “Your match?” he asked, more softly now. Kunigami nodded. “Yeah. Paris. One weeks from now. I made the final cut. I’ll be playing in the starting eleven.”

There was pride in his voice. But more than pride, there was hope. A fragile, vulnerable kind of hope. Chigiri finally reached for the envelope, pulled out the tickets. His eyes scanned them. His lips pressed together.

Kunigami’s voice broke the silence again…gentler this time.

“I… want you to be there.”

Chigiri looked at him then, really looked at him. The words hung between them, thick with meaning.

“I’ll see,” Chigiri said, voice quiet. Too quiet.

Just those two words.

Kunigami’s shoulders stiffened almost imperceptibly.

“You’ll see,” he repeated, a bitter smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “That’s all I get?”

Chigiri looked away, folding the tickets back into the envelope.

“You don’t get to disappear for a month and then expect everything to fall back into place,” he said calmly, but his voice carried an edge. “I’m still figuring things out.”

Kunigami nodded slowly, pressing his lips together. He looked down at his hands.

Reo, having silently entered the room with two mugs of tea, stood frozen for a second, unsure if he should interrupt. Kunigami noticed and turned to him.

“Reo,” he said, clearing his throat. “There’s another ticket. For you.”

Reo blinked. “Wait…what?”

Kunigami offered a faint smile.

“Come to Paris. Watch the game. I’d… like it if you were there.” Reo raised an eyebrow, glancing between Kunigami and Chigiri. “Okay, now I feel like the emotionally neglected second wife,” Reo joked, trying to break the tension. But then his tone softened. “But yeah. I’ll come.”

Chigiri looked over at him, Reo’s answer hitting just a bit too hard.

Kunigami nodded, still not fully smiling. “Thanks.”

The room fell into silence again.

Chigiri placed the envelope on the table, stood up, and stretched.

“I’m going to bed,” he said, voice unreadable. As he walked away, Kunigami’s voice called after him.

“Hyoma…”

Chigiri paused at the hallway, turning slightly, half in the shadows.

“I don’t want anyone else in the crowd,” Kunigami said, quietly. “Just you.” Chigiri didn’t respond. But he didn’t walk away either.

He stood there for a moment…caught in something unspoken, before finally disappearing into his room.

Reo sighed and dropped on the couch beside Kunigami. “I am still here” Kunigami let out a humorless chuckle. “Sorry.” He said but Reo can see he didn’t mean it.

“Give him time,” Reo said, patting his shoulder. “He hasn’t thrown the tickets away, has he?”Kunigami glanced at the envelope on the table. No, he hadn’t.

And somehow, that was enough, for now.

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Sun-rays filtered through the sheer curtains and landed softly on Reo’s face, warming his skin. He stirred with a small grunt, squinting as the light poked at his sleep. With a reluctant stretch, he sat up, rubbing his neck. His lavender hair was a mess, and his body still felt the weight of rest.

He stood, doing a few light stretches by the window before moving into his morning routine. Today was the day they were supposed to deliver dresses for the wedding, a busy schedule ahead.

But when Reo picked up his phone from the nightstand, expecting a text from Nagi, his heart dropped.

Dad (Missed Call – 41 minute ago)

His hands froze. His chest tightened.

He hadn’t spoken to his father in three weeks, not since he left Japan with nothing but a vague text saying he was going on vacation. There had been no follow-ups, no explanations. And now… a call?

Reo’s fingers trembled as he clutched the phone, eyes wide. Panic bloomed in his chest like wildfire.

He stumbled out of the room, his breath shaky. As soon as he stepped into the living room, he saw Kunigami on the floor, doing push-ups, his muscles tense and glistening with sweat.

“Where’s Chigiri?!” Reo asked, his voice cracking. Kunigami immediately sat up, alarmed. “What happened, Reo?” Reo’s face was pale, his breathing erratic. He looked completely thrown.

“I… I don’t know… he called… my dad called,…what do I do?” Reo stammered, clutching the phone like it might explode. Kunigami wiped his face with a towel and stood up quickly. “Okay, come here. Sit down.”

He guided Reo to the couch, helping him sit. Reo was practically vibrating with anxiety. Kunigami handed him a glass of water and sat beside him, rubbing slow circles on his back.

“It’s okay. Breathe, alright? You don’t have to do anything right now. Just breathe.”

Just then, the bathroom door opened and Chigiri walked out, drying his hair with a towel. “What’s going on?” he asked, instantly alert at the sight of Reo’s face and Kunigami comforting him.

“He got a missed call from his dad,” Kunigami explained.

“Oh…” Chigiri said, walking over. He sat on Reo’s other side and looked at him carefully. “You okay?”

Reo looked at both of them, his eyes still wide, almost pleading. “What if he asks me to come back?” he whispered.

Chigiri placed a hand on Reo’s knee. “Then you tell him no. You don’t owe him anything, Reo.”

“But… it’s him. He doesn’t take no for an answer.”

Kunigami nodded. “Yeah, but you’re not a child anymore. You left for a reason.”

Reo clutched the phone tighter. “What if I disappoint him?”

Chigiri gave him a soft, serious look. “You’ve already disappointed him by living your life by coming here on your own, Reo. Might as well go all the way.”

Reo gave a half-laugh, shaky, but something inside him steadied. With both of them beside him—strong, silent Kunigami and sharp, supportive Chigiri…he wasn’t alone.

He stared at the screen for a long moment, then finally took a deep breath and pressed the green call button.

It rang.

Once.

Twice.

Click.

“Reo.” His father’s voice was sharp, cold. “So you finally remembered you have a phone.”

Reo swallowed. “Dad…”

“How long are you planning to act like a runaway teenager?” his father snapped. “You left with a single line  ‘I need a break’  and now it’s been three weeks, Reo. Three. Weeks. You’re the future of Mikage Corporation. You don’t just disappear!”

“I needed space,” Reo said quietly.

“Space?” his father scoffed. “You’re not some artist or wanderer. You’re a Mikage. We don’t get the luxury of disappearing. Grow up. Get back here.”

Reo bit his lip hard. His fingers clenched the phone.

“You’re not listening to me…I’m not coming back.”

A pause.

“What?”

Reo’s voice trembled, but it was firm. “I said I’m not coming back. Not now. Maybe not ever.”

“You’ve lost your mind.” His father’s voice dropped dangerously. “We’re holding Mikage Corp’s 50th anniversary gala next month. And we’re announcing your engagement. The press will be there. Shareholders. Partners. Do you understand what this means?”

Reo’s heart hammered. “I didn’t agree to that.”

“You don’t need to. It’s expected. You’re the heir.”

“I’m not just an heir!” Reo shouted, standing now. “I’m a person! You don’t get to decide everything for me anymore!”

His father’s voice turned icy. “If you walk away from this, Reo, you walk away from everything.”

Reo’s breath was shaky, but his eyes were clear. “Then maybe that’s what I need.”

Silence.

“You ungrateful—”

Reo ended the call.

He stood there for a second, trembling. Then slowly, he looked at Chigiri and Kunigami. “I did it…”

Kunigami stood, gripping Reo’s shoulder proudly. “Damn right you did.”

Chigiri smiled faintly. “Good for you, Reo.”

And for the first time in a long time, Reo felt like he could breathe.

“Now what…?” Reo asked quietly, looking between the two of them.

Chigiri paused, then gave a small shrug and scratched the back of his head. “Now we go to a wedding,” he said, unsure how else to ease the tension lingering from the phone call.

Reo blinked at him, then let out a soft breath…half-laugh, half-exhale. “Right… wedding. I’ll help,” he added with more steadiness. “I said I would.”

“You don’t have to—” Chigiri began.

“I want to,” Reo said firmly. “Really.”

Later, once both of them had changed, Chigiri in an open-neck shirt and fitted trousers, Reo in a sleek button-down and a soft grey coat, they came out to find breakfast already waiting.

Kunigami was leaning against the kitchen counter, sipping his black coffee, while the table had toast, eggs, and sliced fruit arranged neatly.

Reo sat down, giving Kunigami a look. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

Kunigami just shrugged, “You say that, but you’d have skipped eating.”

They all ate together in silence, until Reo caught the faintest signs of the night before…an extra pillow on the couch, the blanket half-draped. Kunigami had slept there. 

He didn’t ask. But the thought settled in the back of his mind.

After breakfast, they headed to Hyoma’s Boutique to pick up the wedding outfits. The boutique’s storefront gleamed in the morning sun, clean glass, bold lettering, and carefully curated displays of shimmering embroidery.

Inside, Anri and Aryu were already waiting, overseeing the packing of the final order.

“Finally,” Anri said, checking her watch dramatically. “I was about to drive these there myself.”

“I wouldn’t mind being your chauffeur,” Aryu said smoothly, adjusting his perfectly styled hair while holding a heavy garment bag like it weighed nothing. “But I have to look after shop!” Aryu said.

Chigiri rolled his eyes as he stepped in. “We’re on time. Barely.”

“Here, these go in first,” Anri said, motioning to two large boxes. “Make sure nothing creases, or Hyoma will have a breakdown.” She said handing the boxes to Reo and Aryu

“Okay,” Aryu and Reo muttered under his breath.

Reo popped the trunk of Anri’s car, and with all four of them working quickly, the backseat and boot were packed neatly. Once the final piece was secured, Anri clapped her hands.

“Good luck with delivery. I’ll see you both later.”

Chigiri nodded. Reo gave them a polite wave and got into the driver’s seat.

The road to the wedding hotel stretched out into the countryside, with clear skies and long stretches of tree-lined roads. Inside the car, a quiet, almost thoughtful atmosphere hung between them.

Reo glanced sideways at Chigiri, who was staring out of the window. His fingers were resting lightly on his phone.

“Hey…” Reo said, one hand on the wheel. “Are you going to Kunigami’s match?”

Chigiri blinked and turned to him. “What?”

“In Paris. The World Cup match,” Reo said, keeping his eyes on the road. “He gave us both tickets.”

There was a beat of silence.

“I don’t know,” Chigiri admitted.

Reo nodded once, then said casually, “I told him I’ll go if you go. I don’t want to be there alone.”

Chigiri didn’t answer immediately. He looked out the window again, jaw tightening slightly.

“I was just thinking… he asked me in person. Looked me straight in the eyes and asked. How can I ever say no… to him”

He paused.

“I think I’ll go,” he said quietly. “Because he wants me there.”

Reo smiled faintly. “I figured you’d say that.”

“But don’t tell him I said this… he will be smug about it and will think I have forgiven him…,” Chigiri added, glancing sideways with a teasing smirk.

Reo laughed. “Fine, fine. I’ll be the supporting act.”

They reached the hotel soon after, a grand countryside estate with high arches, carved fountains, and a sprawling garden already blooming with early summer flowers. White tents were being set up across the lawn, and staff were moving in every direction with purpose.

Chigiri stepped out of the car, eyes trailing over the intricate floral pillars being carried toward the altar.

Reo, meanwhile, calmly shut the car door and stretched. “Looks wonderful.”

Chigiri continued looking around,“Yes it’s amazing.”

They both headed toward the entrance, Reo taking one of the boxes from the trunk.

They unloaded the dresses and walked toward the staging area. Just as they finished, a voice called out. 

“Chigiri!”

It was the bride, Yuna Kisaragi, the famous actress, stunning even before makeup.

She walked over with a grateful smile, her dress flowing behind her like silk water. “You brought the outfits? You’re a lifesaver!”

“Yeah,” Chigiri said, adjusting the garment bag on his shoulder. “Hope everything made it in one piece.”

Yuna nodded, then paused. “Are you staying for the wedding?”

Chigiri blinked. “We were just dropping things off.”

“Oh, please stay.” Her tone shifted, softer. “It would really mean a lot to me. I know we don’t know each other well, but… something about having familiar faces calms the nerves. And this whole thing… what if we need last minute stitch or adjustments… just stay… for me?”

Chigiri hesitated, then nodded. “Okay. I’ll stay till the end.”

Her face lit up. “Thank you.”

As the ceremony began, they stood near the back with a clear view of the aisle.

The sun dipped low, casting gold over the rose-lined path. A hush fell as Yuna walked forward, hand-in-hand with her father, her gown glittering softly.

Reo stood with his hands in his coat pockets, silent.

Everything, the music, the vows, the warmth, the quiet smiles, the little sniffles from the crowd…it hit him differently. Not because it was expensive or grand, but because it was real. The way Yuna laughed during her vows, the way her groom looked at her like nothing else mattered.

For the first time in a long while, Reo felt something stir inside him.

He didn’t know what it was at first.

But when Yuna and her husband kissed and the crowd cheered, something clicked.

Later, after everything ended and the moon was high, Reo and Chigiri sat back in the car, the road ahead dimly lit.

Chigiri yawned softly. “That was a long day.”

Reo didn’t respond at first. He was staring at the wheel, eyes bright, mind racing.

Then suddenly—

“I want to start a wedding planning business.”

Chigiri blinked. “What?”

Reo turned to him, eyes sparkling. “I’m serious. I don’t know what happened…watching them, that whole atmosphere…I felt it. I haven’t felt this kind of excitement in years. I want to do this. Like… professionally.”

“You want to plan weddings?” Chigiri asked again, trying to process.

“Yes! Not just plan…design, create, orchestrate the whole experience. From colors to music to seating charts. Everything.”

Chigiri stared at him for a moment. Then he smiled.

“You looked happy back there,” he said. “Like… really happy.”

“I was,” Reo admitted. “I think I found what I want to do.”

“Well,” Chigiri said, leaning back in his seat. “If anyone can make people cry in style, it’s you.”

Reo laughed, and the car drove off into the night, filled not with pressure, but with something finally, finally free.

The car pulled into the driveway under the quiet night sky. The house was dimly lit except for the warm glow coming from the kitchen window.

As Reo and Chigiri stepped inside, the faint clinking of utensils and the smell of freshly cooked food greeted them.

Kunigami was sitting at the table, a plate of grilled chicken and rice in front of him, sleeves rolled up, still in his casual shirt from earlier. He looked up as they entered.

“Hey,” he said, “You guys hungry? There’s still food.”

Reo shook his head. “Thanks, but we ate at the wedding.”

“Yeah,” Chigiri added, tugging off his jacket. “They served, like, five courses.” Kunigami nodded, chewing quietly for a moment before glancing up again. “How was it?”

Reo walked to the kitchen counter and leaned against it, looking strangely giddy for someone back from a long day.

“It was… magical,” Reo said, eyes distant for a second. “And I made a decision.”

Kunigami raised an eyebrow.

“I want to become a wedding planner.”

Kunigami blinked once. “Seriously?”

Reo nodded. “Dead serious. The music, the colors, the joy… I want to design that. I want to make people’s big day unforgettable. It finally feels like something I want to do.”

Kunigami set his fork down, leaning forward a little. “That actually sounds… right. For you, I mean. You’re good with people, and you’ve got the eye for aesthetics.”

Reo grinned. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Then I support it,” Kunigami said, with no hesitation. “Go for it.”

There was a short pause, and then Chigiri added, almost casually, “By the way… I’m coming to Paris.”

Kunigami looked up, surprised.

Chigiri continued, “When are you—?”

Before he could finish, Kunigami stood, left his food alone and pulled him into a hug. It was sudden, strong, and completely un-Kunigami-like. Chigiri froze for a second but then relaxed, the corners of his mouth twitching up slightly.

Reo watched the whole thing, standing awkwardly by the fridge. “…Hello? I’m literally here. And I’m also coming.”

Kunigami chuckled, pulling away from Chigiri. “Sorry.”

“So?” Reo asked. “When are you leaving?”

“This Friday,” Kunigami said, grabbing a glass of water. “Morning flight.”

Reo’s brows lifted. “That’s in two days.”

“I know,” Kunigami said. “Team wants us in early for pre-match prep.”

Reo nodded, already pulling out his phone. “I’ll book our tickets. And hotel too. Where are you staying?”

Kunigami replied with the name, and Reo typed it in, humming. “Perfect. We’ll stay there too. I’ll make the arrangements by tonight.”

“Rich people,” Chigiri mumbled under his breath, sitting on the couch.

Reo smirked. “You will love it.”

Two days later – Paris

The airport doors slid open as they stepped out into the cool Parisian air.

Chigiri pulled his jacket tighter, while Kunigami adjusted the strap of his duffel bag. Reo, as usual, looked entirely unbothered by the temperature, stylish in a long beige trench coat and sunglasses even though it was cloudy.

The Eiffel Tower peeked through distant buildings, the city buzzing with life around them.

Reo took a deep breath. “Bonjour, Paris. Kunigami rolled his eyes.

Chigiri looked ahead. “Let’s find the car. I want a nap before anything else.”

Reo smiled, falling into step beside them.

The stadium pulsed with life.

From their high vantage point in the VIP section, Reo and Chigiri looked down at the sea of fans, flags waving, horns blaring, people chanting in a dozen languages. The pitch below was pristine under the glowing floodlights, every blade of grass perfectly trimmed, every seat filled with anticipation.

This wasn’t just a match. It was the World Cup.

The opening whistle was minutes away, but Bastard München was already on the field for warmups, and the crowd roared as their starting eleven jogged into position.

It was a match between Bastard Munchen V/S Real Madrid.

Chigiri leaned forward on the glass railing. “There he is.”

Reo followed his gaze. Kunigami Rensuke, tall and unshaken, in his black and red kit with the number 50 on his back, was stretching near the sideline, his focus razor-sharp.

“He looks good,” Reo said with a small grin. “Totally in the flow.”

The VIP section was quieter compared to the rest of the stadium, plush seats, a minibar behind them, a staff member standing by for orders. The hum of cameras, the thunderous stomping of fans, it all blurred around them.

Reo’s phone buzzed with a text from one of his business contacts, but he ignored it. His attention was on the pitch.

Until the seat beside him creaked.

Someone sat down…quietly, unbothered.

Reo didn’t look at first, too immersed in the field, his adrenaline synced with the crowd’s.

Then he caught something in the corner of his eye.

White hair.

Soft, messy, unmistakable.

He slowly turned.

There, completely relaxed, sipping from a water bottle, sat Nagi Seishiro. His hoodie was slightly oversized, and his expression was as unreadable as ever, calm, distant, like the noise of the stadium barely touched him.

For a moment, Reo froze.

His chest tightened. His brain raced.

And then, his lips parted…more instinct than thought and he said, voice sharp and furious…

“Nagi Seishiro!”

Chigiri turned toward him in surprise.

Reo’s eyes narrowed. His mouth opened again, this time quieter, but just as venomous…

“You ghosted me, you little—”

The stadium erupted with cheers as the referee blew the opening whistle.

Reo sat still, breathing hard, hands curled around the armrests, half watching the game, half burning with disbelief at the person now seated beside him.

And Nagi?

”Reo?”

Chapter Text

Nagi Seishiro was working on the project with huge underbags under his eyes. He was running on a single protein bar.

His fingers dragged slowly across the trackpad, eyes barely focusing on the data glowing on his screen. Charts, feedback logs, code reports everything had begun to blur into a haze. It was mind-numbing. Repetitive. He blinked sluggishly. His thoughts were barely clinging on.

Nagi had quickly adjusted to his new lifestyle. Surprisingly well. He was even on good terms with his team now, so close he could almost call them his friends. But he still stuck with just colleagues. It was easier that way.

Currently, he was checking the progress of the project. Evaluating everything they’d achieved in three weeks. The rapid pace was impressive, but combing through the details was a hassle. A long, boring hassle. He just wanted to go home. No, not just the hotel-home home. Back to Japan. He was homesick.

It was 7 PM. By now, Nagi should’ve been in his hotel room, lights off, blanket up, controller in hand, logged into some co-op game with a lazy yawn in his throat. But instead, he was stuck here, cross-checking data and writing bullet points for the meeting with Ego tomorrow. To be fair, he had no real complaints. His team was talented, ridiculously so. He didn’t need to repeat himself or explain things twice. No dragging people along. Everyone pulled their weight. It made things tolerable.

Still… he let out a deep sigh.

When he finally left the office, it was late. The building had quieted down to hums of distant cleaning machines. Nagi walked sluggishly beside Isagi and Bachira, his feet dragging, his hair messier than usual. He was tired. He wanted to crash. Preferably with his face buried in a pillow. But then, his stomach rumbled. Loudly.

“I want to eat,” Bachira announced beside him, stretching his arms above his head.

“Me too,” Isagi groaned, rubbing his belly. “I’m starving. I can hear my organs crying.”

Hiori hummed thoughtfully behind them. “BS Dine and Bar?”

“Obviously,” Isagi said, adjusting his coat. “That place is basically our canteen now.”

“I’m too tired to argue,” Nagi muttered. “Let’s just go.”

The team, a mismatched collection of brilliance and chaos, made their way to their now-usual hangout spot, BS Dine and Bar. The warm lighting, light chatter, and faint music were already welcoming before the door even opened. As they stepped in, they were greeted by a familiar face.

“Welcome,” Barou said gruffly from behind the counter.

“Barou!” Isagi called out way too stiffy, raising a hand like he’d spotted an old rival. “The King of Customer Service himself!” Barou narrowed his eyes. “Shut it, Isagi.” Barou now knew everyone’s name, although he and Nagi were like oil and water, both of them somehow kept pissing each other off even though they barely had any full conversations, but Nagi didn’t hate him, he knew Barou was a good and honest man. If he hated him he wouldn’t be visiting his restaurant again and again, 

But to be honest he kept visiting this place again and again because he thought he would run into Reo again, sure Nagi had Reo’s number but he still hadn’t contacted Reo yet.

They settled in at their regular booth, cozy and tucked near the window. A few drinks were ordered, followed by a storm of starters, wings, fries, skewers, and something spicy that Hiori immediately avoided.

Nagi quietly sipped from his glass, letting the warmth fill his stomach as he chewed his food slowly. His mind had finally begun to shut down from work mode. Around him, the conversation buzzed with energy and friendly jabs.

Barou came to their table more than usual, dropping off drinks himself when someone else could’ve. Nagi noticed. So did Isagi.

“King, do you not have work or are you just hanging out with us now?” Isagi asked, smirking. Barou rolled his eyes. “You want your food or not?”

“Oh, feed us, King,” Isagi said dramatically, placing a hand to his heart. Barou left their table huffing, it wasn’t too crowed today, the restaurant hardly had 5 table occupied so Barou didn’t have a lot to do.

Nikki leaned across the table, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Hey… Isn’t the World Cup soon?”

Bachira blinked. “Huh?”

“Your boyfriend plays for Real Madrid, right?” Nikko said with a teasing grin. “Figured you’d be flying over to Paris.”

“Oh yes!” Bachira immediately brightened, nearly bouncing in his seat. “I’m going next week! I can’t wait!”

“How supportive,” Isagi said flatly, voice dipped in dramatic sarcasm. “Such a loyal boyfie. Sniff sniff. Brings a tear to my eye.”

Bachira turned his head slowly, his smile devilish. “Oh really?” he said. “That’s funny, because I was gonna offer you guys tickets. Rin gave me four extra VIP ones.”

“Wait, what?” Isagi looked at Bachira with wide eyes.

“You have four?” Nikko raised an eyebrow. “That’s not just ‘extra’ that’s a huge.”

“Exactly,” Bachira said smugly. “And they were gonna go to waste… but maybe I’ll just give them to strangers on the street now.”

“I’ll take one,” Nikko said immediately, lifting his hand.

“Look at Isagi’s face,” Hiori laughed, pointing. “He’s dying inside.”

“I’m not dying,” Isagi said stiffly. “I just… hate being surprised.”

Nagi leaned back in his seat, watching them bicker with his head resting lazily against the booth cushion. His stomach was full now, and he was too tired to join in, but he let a small smirk tug at the corner of his lips.

The night felt light. Familiar.

Maybe colleagues wasn’t the right word anymore.

The laughter simmered down as Hiori quietly stirred the ice in his nearly empty glass. Everyone was relaxed, shoulders slouched, voices softer, but the rhythm of the night hadn’t ended yet.

“…Actually,” Hiori said, glancing at his phone with a sigh, “I probably can’t make it.”

All heads turned toward him.

“What?” Nikko asked, frowning. “Why?”

Hiori gave them an apologetic smile. “I’m flying back to Japan next Thursday. My mom’s been asking me to visit for ages, and with this project sprint nearly done, it felt like the right time.”

Bachira’s lips parted in surprise. “Oh…”

“Sorry,” Hiori said genuinely, “I wanted to go. I mean, it’s the World Cup. But I can’t push this visit again.” There was a beat of silence. Nagi just blinked, sluggish from food and fatigue, while Isagi leaned back with a groan. “Man… now we’re four again,” Nikki muttered, leaning back into the booth.

Bachira pouted dramatically. “I don’t want an extra VIP ticket just sitting around all lonely and unused. That’s four glasses of free champagne crying in a corner.”

From the counter, Barou pretended to scrub a glass for the third time, but his eyes flicked up, just for a second.

And Bachira caught it.

A slow grin crept across his face as he turned his head toward the counter.

“Hey, Barou,” Bachira called, overly casual. “You doing anything next weekend?”

Barou didn’t even look up. “Working.”

“Next weekend in Paris?” Now Barou looked up. “…What?” “You like football, don’t you?” Bachira asked sweetly.

“Yes.”

“Oh good,” Bachira beamed. “Then you’re qualified. You wanna come with us to the World Cup? VIP tickets. No lines. Free food. Possibly champagne, if you dress fancy enough.”

Barou narrowed his eyes. “Are you being serious or just talking out of your ass again?”

Bachira leaned forward, elbows on the table, dead serious now. “I’m serious. Rin gave me four extra VIP passes. Hiori just dropped out. That ticket’s yours if you want it.”

Isagi dropped his head onto the table with a thud. “Oh god. Please say no.”

“Why?” Barou asked, eyes glinting.

“Because I’ll have to sit next to you for ten hours on a flight,” Isagi groaned. “You’ll probably glare at the flight attendant for breathing wrong.”

“I glare at you for existing,” Barou deadpanned.

Nikki laughed loudly. “He’s got you there.”

Barou looked at Bachira again. “Real tickets?”

“Real tickets. Real Paris. Real football.”

Barou didn’t smile, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes. The guy lived for the game. Everyone knew that. VIP access to the World Cup? That wasn’t just a freebie, it was a dream.

“…Fine,” Barou muttered, grabbing a pen and writing something behind the counter. “I’ll talk to the staff about getting off work.”

“Yesss!” Bachira grinned, clapping.

Isagi looked up with a scowl. “Okay, but I’m not sitting next to him. I draw the line there.”

“You can sit next to me, Isagi,” Nikki offered sweetly. “I’ll let you use my shoulder as a pillow.”

“Don’t offer that. You drool.”

Nagi finally spoke, his voice barely above a murmur. “Do I have to come?”

“Yes…” Nikki muttered.

“Such a hassle ,” Nagi replied, eyes half-lidded.

Barou snorted at that.

The booth broke into another wave of laughter—sharp, tired, but full of warmth. Plates were pushed aside, glasses clinked lightly, and somewhere in between jokes and teasing, the idea of Paris didn’t feel so far away anymore.

Four idiots heading to the World Cup.

One moody bar manager.

And a now-vacant ticket slot filled with the most unexpected recruit.

Paris was about to get interesting.

In Paris-

The whole team arrived in Paris a day before the match. They had got exclusive passes for the whole week matches and they decided to stay for all matches, since it was once a lifetime opportunity for all of them, they were just regular office worker. When Ego saw all of them submitting for leave of 3 days, he was about to lock off all of them from work for slacking off but when he heard the reason that they were going for football match, he turned this into business trip, saying along the lines of, “ This will help in the project, watch all the movements and study them thoroughly, make notes and now fuck off” that’s all he said.

Since Ego had now turned this into business trip for the reason of them getting some experience, he booked them two rooms in hotel as well.

Bachira although first against it but after getting convinced decided to stay with Rin, since the couple usually are long distance, both of them being busy, they don’t get much time together, so it was decided Bachira will stay with Rin.

They have been booked with different hotels, the hotel in which Real Madrid were staying was expensive, compared to their hotel but they didn’t mind at all,

When they arrived at the Paris airport, a tall masked  man there waited, and before anyone could comprehend who it was Bachira launched himself on that man. The tall man caught Bachira and both hugging each other muttering something to each other which Nagi couldn’t hear, he saw Bachira lowering his mask till his lips were visible and pecking them and putting the mask back on.

Until last month if Nagi saw this moment happening in front of his eye anywhere else he would cringe and just walk away, but now he saw how the couple acted so sweetly and how carefully Rin, the masked man put Bachira down still holding him in a hug. He wanted something like that for himself…

Nagi and the team made their way to their hotel room, they decided to rock, paper and scissor for deciding roommates, to Isagi’s despair he had to room with none other than Barou. Other than that the whole trip was Paris was going smoothly..

Until it wasn’t 

“Nagi Seishiro?” Reo’s voice cut through the noise of the stadium, sharp and bitter. His violet eyes were wide with disbelief as he stared at the white-haired man standing a few seats away in the VIP section.

Nagi turned slowly, as if he hadn’t expected to be seen. His pale hair glowed under the stadium lights, eyes widening the moment they landed on Reo.

“Reo…” he said softly, like the name had caught in his throat.

The game had already begun, but Reo couldn’t care less. The crowd erupted in cheers around them, the roar echoing like white noise. Reo wasn’t watching the match anymore—his attention was locked onto the man who had, quite literally, ghosted him.

This asshole.

Reo had waited for a text. He’d told himself maybe the guy lost his phone, maybe he was busy. But deep down, Reo knew he had been holding onto something stupid…hope.

“Reo,” Nagi said again, a bit firmer this time, like he didn’t know what else to say.

Reo gave him a sharp side-eye. “What? You remember my name. I assume you also remember me giving you my number,” he said, the words laced with sarcasm and something raw beneath it, hurt.

“I’m sorry…” Nagi muttered.

Reo scoffed, looking away toward the match but not really seeing anything. His heart pounded too loud for him to focus. “It’s okay,” he muttered. “You weren’t obligated to text anyway. We’re basically strangers.”

He glanced over at the people Nagi had come with. The guy with yellow streaks in his bob-cut was cheering loudly, while the other two—one with black bangs covering his eyes, and the other with short dark blue hair sticking up like a sprout, were talking amongst themselves.

Great. Now they probably thought he was some clingy weirdo throwing a fit.

Reo leaned over to Chigiri. “I’m going to the restroom,” he muttered. Without waiting for a reply, he stood up and slipped away from the noise, pushing past rows of people.

Inside the restroom, the cheers were muffled but still present, vibrating faintly through the tiled walls. Reo leaned against the sink and turned on the tap, letting the cold water run over his hands. He stared at his reflection, jaw clenched.

Then the door creaked open behind him.

Soft footsteps

White hair.

Reo met Nagi’s reflection in the mirror.

“Reo… Hi,” Nagi said, voice cautious.

Reo let out a sharp sigh and shut off the water. He turned around slowly, leaning back against the counter with arms crossed.

“Hi.”

“I’m sorry, Reo,” Nagi said again, eyes lowered.

Reo looked at him for a moment, searching his face. The apology seemed sincere. But it wasn’t enough.

“Why?” he asked flatly. “Why didn’t you text me?”

Nagi shifted awkwardly. “I was… scared. Confused.”

“Scared? I wasn’t going to eat you,” Reo replied, frowning. “What the hell were you scared of?”

“I found out who you were,” Nagi said, scratching the back of his neck, avoiding Reo’s eyes. “My friend showed me an article. You’re the heir to Mikage Corporation.”

Reo blinked, his arms dropping to his sides. “So?”

Nagi looked at him, genuinely nervous now. “So… I didn’t know how to talk to you after that. You’re this… big person. I didn’t think someone like me should even bother texting you.”

Reo’s mouth opened, but no words came out.

“That’s it?” he finally said. “You didn’t text me because… you found out I have money?”

“I was scared to talk to you after I knew,” Nagi admitted, his voice dropping to a whisper. “It felt like… like we lived in different worlds. You have everything. I barely have anything to my name.”

Reo stared at him, stunned. “So it wasn’t because of me. It was because of my last name.”

He let out a breathy, disbelieving laugh. “You know how many people talk to me just because I am the Mikage heir?”

Nagi looked at him, confused by the sudden shift in tone.

“And you?” Reo chuckled again, louder this time, running a hand through his hair as he laughed bitterly. “You’re the first person to ghost me for the same damn reason others chase me.”

The laughter echoed strangely in the tiled washroom. Nagi tilted his head slightly, genuinely puzzled.

“I don’t get it. Why are you laughing?”

Reo turned to face him properly, the bitterness still on his lips but something softer creeping into his eyes. “Because, Nagi… I was mad. I was hurt. But now I just think you’re the dumbest genius I’ve ever met.”

“I’m… not dumb.”

“You kind of are.” Reo stepped closer, dropping the smile, voice quieter now. “You ghosted me because of some stupid article. You could’ve just texted and figured out who I really am. Instead, I was left wondering what I did wrong.”

Nagi didn’t respond right away. He just looked at Reo, eyes flickering with guilt.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, softer than before.

Reo sighed and shook his head. “Yeah. You already said that. Will you text me now?”

The cheering from the stadium grew louder outside. Someone must’ve scored. Neither of them cared.

They stood there, silence stretching between them like a fragile thread—something new and unresolved forming in the quiet.

The tension between them hung in the air for a moment longer before Reo finally turned toward the door.

“Yes of course! Reo won’t mind?… are you still mad..” Nagi asked now looking at Reo, “ofcourse not stupid… be thankful I like you enough even after you ghosting me like that” Reo said now flustered himself after hearing that,

“Come on,” he said quietly, not quite looking at Nagi. “we will miss the match.”

Nagi blinked, then followed, wordlessly falling into step beside Reo as they walked out of the restroom and back toward the VIP seats. Both of their faces flushed walking side by side, too afraid to glance at each other.

The stadium lights felt even brighter now. The roar of the crowd surged again, and this time, Reo let it wash over him…his mind lighter, the weight on his chest easing with each step. They didn’t speak as they moved through the hallway and entered their section again, but something unspoken had shifted.

Things weren’t fixed. But they were no longer broken.

As they reached their row, Reo noticed Chigiri turning in his seat, relief flashing in his crimson eyes the moment he saw them together. Reo gave him a slight nod as if to say it’s okay now, and Chigiri relaxed with a small smile, turning his attention back to the field.

Nagi drifted naturally toward his seat, but Reo noticed something new this time, Chigiri had started talking to Nagi’s friends while they were gone. The four of them were deep in conversation, excitement written all over their faces.

“…that pass by Ness was insane, I swear he’s gotten sharper,” Chigiri said, gesturing animatedly.

“Of course,” the black-haired one replied, peeking from behind his long bangs. “That was a perfect curve. Ness really is Kaiser’s favorite weapon.”

“And Kaiser delivered as always,” added the one with bob-cut hair and yellow highlights, his smirk sharp. “It’s almost unfair. Bastard München is just built differently.”

”But watch my RinRin making the next goal” Bachira said smugly.

Reo slid into his seat next to Chigiri, just in time to catch the big screen replaying the goal in slow motion. The stadium thundered as it showed Michael Kaiser scoring from a left-angle strike, the ball slicing past defenders like it was pulled on a string, guided by Alexis Ness’s calculated, effortless assist.

The crowd erupted around them flags waving, fans chanting in unison. Reo leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes on the field but still aware of the quiet warmth that had returned between him and Nagi.

Chigiri leaned toward him slightly. “Everything good?” he asked under his breath.

Reo gave a small nod. “Yeah… I think so.”

Chigiri’s lips curved up. “Good. You looked like you were about to throw him over the railing earlier.”

“Still a possibility,” Reo muttered, but the edge was gone from his tone.

Nagi had taken his seat again, his attention flicking between the field and Reo. Their eyes met briefly. Nagi didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to.

Reo turned his attention back to the game. For now, the air between them felt okay. Not perfect. Not entirely healed. But good.

And for now, that was enough.

Chapter Text

It was halftime now, the score sitting at 1–1. The cheers and chants from the crowd still echoed faintly through the stadium as both teams disappeared down the tunnel toward their changing rooms.

In the regular passageways, fans were flooding the narrow corridors heading for washrooms, snacks, or just stretching their legs. But in the VIP section, everything was calmer, quieter, and much more luxurious.

Nagi and his group had access to a private buffet lounge. A long table was neatly set with various dishes…most of it French cuisine, but there were also Italian, Japanese, and even Indian options. Every plate looked like it belonged in a gourmet magazine, with delicate garnishes and rich aromas.

Nagi walked slowly, eyes scanning the food lazily. He picked up a plate and began filling it, piling on croissants, ratatouille, and some grilled fish. Reo followed just behind him, still quiet. They hadn’t really spoken since that awkward, interrupted conversation earlier.

Suddenly, Nagi heard someone beside him speak.

“Chigiri Hyoma, Nice to meet you!!” the redhead said, nodding at Nagi with a polite smile. 

Nagi blinked. The name matched the face now. That’s where I’ve seen him… He remembered bumping into him earlier in the washroom. The long, flowing red hair had caught his attention, which was rare, he barely remembered faces at all. But if this was Chigiri, then the person talking to him before must’ve been… Reo?

”Nagi Seishiro…” he said to the red haired introducing himself.

Nagi peeked sideways at Reo, who didn’t meet his eyes. That slight pink flush was back on his cheeks.

Before Nagi could say anything, Chigiri leaned over toward Barou, who had just sat down with a plate full of steak and potatoes.

“The king has friends aside from me and Kunigami?” Chigiri teased with a smirk, nudging Barou with his elbow.

Barou scowled immediately, “Tch. Don’t do that I don’t know you.”

That drew a laugh from Isagi, who was already seated, digging into a bowl of bouillabaisse.

“You two know each other?” Isagi asked, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah,” Chigiri said, glancing around the table. “Back when Kunigami and I first came to London, we met Barou, we both opened shops around the same time. His was a cafe, mine was a boutique. Business was slow at first. We used to complain together about rent, electricity, customers who just walked in to use the bathroom… the usual stuff. Then one day Barou decided to change his cafe to a bar and dine.”

Barou grunted, but Chigiri grinned and added  with a sparkle in his eye, “To cheer him up once, before he turned his cafe into a restaurant, I gifted him a maid uniform for his birthday. Told him he’d bring in more customers.”

Barou nearly choked on his food. “You wanna die?” he growled.

“I still have the photo, y’know,” Chigiri teased.

That got a loud laugh from Bachira. “Please show me that later.”

“Maid Barou” Nagi muttered settling next to him, “Huh, Shut up you lazy monster!” Barou said with his veins nearly popping out.

Niko, who had been quietly munching on a slice of quiche, raised an eyebrow. “You know Kunigami? As in, Bastard München Kunigami?”

Chigiri nodded. “Yeah. Me, Kunigami and Reo are college friends, He gave us VIP tickets for today’s match.”

“Ohhh,” Bachira leaned forward, suddenly energized. “Speaking of which…guess what? I’m dating someone from the field.”

Everyone turned to look at him.

Chigiri blinked. “Wait, what?”

“I’m dating Rin,” Bachira said with a wide, proud grin, stabbing a grape with his fork.

Isagi almost choked. “You really just dropped that casually, huh?”

Reo and Chigiri both stared at him.

“You’re dating Rin Itoshi? As in, Real Madrid’s golden boy?” Chigiri asked, baffled.

Bachira shrugged. “Yeah. He’s a pain but he’s mine.”

Reo looked mildly surprised. “Huh.” Reo blinked. “You must be joking.”

“Nope,” Isagi confirmed. “We were all surprised too. Rin shows up sometimes when he’s in London.”

Niko added, “The guy’s terrifying on the field but apparently turns into a clingy boyfriend when he’s around Bachira.”

“Aw, he’s not that clingy,” Bachira said with a smirk, clearly enjoying the attention.

The conversation shifted as chatters from all over the table could be heard across stylish VIP table. Reo and Nagi had ended up sitting side by side again, their arms barely brushing as they awkwardly adjusted in the tight space.

“Anyway,” Isagi spoke up, turning to Chigiri and Reo, “Nagi, Niko, Bachira, and I…we all work together. We’re part of this new game development team. It’s called Project: Blue Lock. Ego-san’s leading it.”

“A football game?” Chigiri asked, intrigued.

“Kind of,” Niko said, pushing up his glasses. “It’s… more than just a game. It’s a simulation project that tracks and evolves play styles. Super complex. We’re testing AI modules that adapt to real-time matches.”

“And somehow,” Bachira added with a grin, “we still get paid for messing around with player design.”

Reo finally laughed softly, his voice low. “Sounds fun!!”

“ It is,” Isagi said. “Even Nagi is enthusiastic for this, he’s not even napping in the break room.”

Nagi gave a sleepy shrug. “Can’t help it. Brain gets tired, but I am having fun to I guess.”

The group laughed again, the atmosphere light and warm.

And in that moment, amid jokes, clinking silverware, and the low hum of conversations in the VIP lounge, Nagi realized something quietly unsettling.

This felt… nice.

And for the first time in a long while, he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Especially with Reo sitting so close.

The second half had just begun, and the tension in the stadium had shifted entirely. The sun had dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the field, and the crowd roared louder than ever as the whistle blew.

Reo leaned forward in his VIP seat, his elbows on his knees. Beside him, Nagi stared blankly at the pitch, his usual indifferent look fixed on his face—but his fingers were drumming quietly on his knee.

On the field, Kunigami Rensuke sprinted into position. Towering, confident, and focused he was a force to be reckoned with. The ball came to him from the midfield, and with one swift turn and a left-footed strike, he sent it rocketing into the back of the net.

GOAL!

“YEAHHHH!” Barou jumped up from his seat, pumping his fist, startling the waiter carrying a tray of pastries behind him.

“Damn,” Chigiri muttered, grinning proud of him for that goal. “Still got that killer shot.”

“Guess the gym hours paid off,” Rel joked.

Chigiri waved his arms dramatically. “That was a Kunigami classic!”

The scoreboard shifted:

2:1 – Bastard München leads.

But Real Madrid wasn’t going to take that quietly.

Minutes later, the pressure reversed.

The crowd hushed for a moment as Rin Itoshi took the ball down the right side of the field, sharp and deadly. He passed it back to his brother, Sae Itoshi, who danced between two defenders with the kind of elegance that looked like he was walking, not running.

Then, with a cheeky flick, Sae lobbed it over the defenders’ heads, right back to Rin.Rin didn’t hesitate. His left foot connected with precision.

GOAL.

2:2.

Reo looked stunned. “Was that—?”

“Yeah,” Niko said, eyes wide. “A Itoshi Brothers one-two play. That was insane.”

“Rin’s smug look is killing me,” Bachira mumbled, grinning anyway. “He’s totally gonna rub it in later.”

Reo glanced sideways. “You’re sure you’re dating that menace?”

Bachira shrugged. “Only when he’s cute.”

Back on the field, tension was building.

And then, it happened again.

Kunigami surged forward in the 82nd minute, intercepting a loose ball from a poor back pass. He didn’t hesitate. Cutting through the defense like a hot knife through butter, he drew the keeper forward and chipped it over his head.

The net ripped 

3:2 – Bastard München.

Chigiri jumped up this time. “KUNIGAMI!” he yelled, half-laughing, half-cheering.

But the match wasn’t over yet.

In the dying minutes, Real Madrid launched their final counterattack. The stadium was vibrating with energy. Rin took a short corner to Sae, who passed it back, then Rin slid the ball low through the defenders with sniper-like precision.

And then-

A young midfielder Itoshi Sae, Real Madrid’s  star, ran in from the side and met it with a sliding shot into the net.

3:3

The final whistle blew right after.

The crowd erupted in thunderous applause, not just for the goals but for the show. The game had been a masterpiece.

Reo sat back, breathless. “That… was unreal.”

Beside him, Nagi stretched lazily, eyes still glued to the field. “Fun.”

Bachira leaned forward. “And that assist at the end… that was all Rin.”

“Of course it was,” Niko said with a smirk. “The Itoshi brothers basically made the match theirs.”

As fans started rising from their seats and the players shook hands on the field, Barou crossed his arms.

“Still. Kunigami scored twice. That bastard’s shining more than ever.”

Reo turned to Chigiri. “You’re still just ‘thinking’ about going to backstage to meet him?”

Chigiri shrugged with a soft smile. “I’ll see…”

The match was over, but the energy still pulsed in the walls of the stadium. Fans were slowly pouring out, discussing every pass, tackle, and goal like analysts. Floodlights bathed the pitch in gold, the players now off-field, cooling down or heading to media rooms. But in the VIP section, Reo and the others lingered.

“Are you sure we have go backstage?” Chigiri asked, adjusting his jacket. ”Of course we have to console our best friend who just lost” Reo said patting on chigiri on his back.

“Rin said to meet him backstage, he just texted me and said they were going to a celebratory party and the first successful match of this league,” Bachira said, waving a small card with a playful smile. “Told me to use it if I wanted to see him post-match.” Barou snorted. “Only you could get that guy to write you a love text in the middle of a Champions League no, World Cup game.”

Reo stood up slowly, brushing nonexistent dust from his slacks. Nagi followed quietly, a step behind, hands in pockets.

Security let them through a special hallway. A long, dim corridor led to the media area, where players were giving interviews and meeting with family or VIP guests. The hallway was quieter, more private. Rin was leaning against a wall, arms folded, a towel around his neck, still in his Real Madrid jersey. His eyes immediately locked onto Bachira.

“You took your time.”

“Sowwy sowwy,” Bachira replied simply, walking over and standing too close like he always did he stood on his toes to give him a peak on his cheeks. “Great game.”

Rin’s gaze softened ever so slightly. “I know.”“You passed to your brother twice. What’s going on, are you sick?” Bachira asked, Rin rolled his eyes. “Don’t push it.”

Everyone exchanged amused glances. It was surreal, Rin Itoshi, usually distant and untouchable on the field, standing here with slightly pink cheeks just because his boyfriend showed up.

“Yo,” Kunigami’s deep voice echoed from behind them. He was still in his jersey too, sweaty and grinning.“Kunigami!” Chigiri stepped forward. “That second goal…” “You saw that?” Kunigami grinned, genuinely happy.

“You kidding? Barou was about to start screaming.”

“I did not scream,” Barou grunted.

Reo, leaning casually against a wall, watched the group banter. They were loud, warm, and familiar. Despite being stars in their own right, they were still just… friends. It was comforting, in a way he didn’t expect. Nagi was beside him, silent as ever, but their arms brushed again, and neither of them moved away this time.

“Are you going to stay in Paris?” Nagi asked quietly, without looking at him.

Reo tilted his head. “You asking because…?”

Nagi paused. “No reason….”

Reo was quiet for a moment. “I don’t know. Till Kunigami is playing I guess…”

“Ohh” Nagi said. “I hope he plays for a long time.” Nagi muttered under his breath which was inaudible to Reo

Just then, Kunigami looked up. “Hey, Reo. You coming to the after-party? Whole team’s gonna be there… if you come then Chgiri will come… please~”

Reo hesitated. He wasn’t exactly in the mood for a crowd, but before he could respond—

“You should go..,” Nagi said.

Reo turned to him, surprised.

Nagi didn’t look at him. “You don’t have to talk to anyone. You can just… sit next to me.”

Reo’s heart did something strange.

He almost said no, out of instinct.

But instead, he replied, “Okay. But only if you keep me company.”

Nagi smirked. “Deal.”

From the side, Chigiri caught the quiet exchange and raised an eyebrow at Bachira.

Bachira only grinned and whispered, “Told you.”

“Told me what?”

“They like each other.”

“They what—?”

“Shh. Let them be awkward. It’s cute.”

And so, while the stadium emptied and the stars of the match showered, changed, and prepared for the night ahead, a small group of friends stood in a quiet hallway, joking, teasing, slowly becoming more than just teammates or ex-rivals.

And in the middle of them all, Reo and Nagi stood shoulder to shoulder, not saying much.

But somehow, saying just enough.

The after-party was held in one of Paris’s most luxurious rooftop venues, perched high above the glowing skyline. The bass of the music pulsed through the floor, and every corner of the venue sparkled with stardom.

Famous footballers milled about under moody lights…some still wearing their post-match lanyards, others in sharp suits. Waiters glided between them with trays of champagne and miniature desserts.

This party was opening party for the World Cup.

Reo saw many players, he watched football sometimes so he could make out the players, his favourite player was definitely Chris Prince from London and Noel Noa from Germany.

He saw few of the Bastard Munchen players together eating like they were starved for weeks, since it was their first match, the loss didn’t bring them down, it ignited a flame to defeat others.

Alexis Ness was already surrounded by admirers, his wine coloured hair catching the light as he animatedly discussed something with Grim, whose electric smile was the loudest thing in the room.

The Itoshi brothers were in opposite corners, Sae calmly sipping something neat while Rin hovered near Bachira like a silent shadow.

It was a dream for most football fans.

But not for Nagi Seishiro, who had his cheek resting against his palm, eyes half-lidded as the room buzzed around him.

And not for Reo Mikage, who was seated beside him with a half-finished drink and a fake smile he was tired of holding.

“They’re all famous,” Reo muttered, scanning the crowd. “Like, stupid famous.”

Nagi didn’t even lift his head. “Are we supposed to care?”

Reo snorted. “No, but I thought it’d be more fun.”

Nagi yawned. “I’d rather be playing Mario Kart.”

Reo turned to look at him. “You play Mario Kart?”

“I just hold the controller and press random buttons. Sometimes I win.”

Reo grinned, and then looked back at the crowd, feeling even more out of place.

The truth was, despite being surrounded by legends, he only really knew Kunigami. And Nagi… well, he barely remembered who scored in the game.

Reo took out his phone and quietly typed a message to Chigiri:

Chigiri🦊

Slipping away with Nagi. Don’t wait for me. Spend time with your orange-haired idiot 😛

He hit send.

On the other side of the room, Chigiri felt his phone buzz. He read the message, then smirked.

Without saying anything, he tilted the phone toward Kunigami, who was halfway through explaining something to Barou.

Kunigami read the message, then blinked. A slow grin pulled at his lips.

“Huh,” he muttered. “They ditched.”

Chigiri raised an eyebrow. “Cute, right?”

Kunigami chuckled. “Knew something was going to happen between those two.”

Chigiri shrugged. “They will be so cute together. I worry about Reo…”

Kunigami leaned in slightly. “Some things don’t need to be said. Just let him be…”

Meanwhile, Reo and Nagi slipped out through a back terrace door, leaving behind the music, lights, and noise. Outside, the air was cool and crisp. The city sparkled below them. They found a quiet bench tucked behind a few decorative plants. No one else was around.

Nagi sat first, legs stretched in front of him. “Way better than inside.”

Reo sat beside him, pulling his jacket tighter. “I thought I’d enjoy that party. I thought being around so many greats would be exciting.”

“You looked bored.”

Reo laughed. “Was it that obvious?”

“You had the same expression I have during meetings.”

Reo looked at him sideways. “You attend meetings?”

“Only the first ten minutes. Then I close my eyes and pretend to be thinking deeply.”

That drew a full laugh from Reo, warm and easy. The kind of laugh that made Nagi turn his head to look at him.

“Hey, Reo?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m glad you came with me.”

Reo blinked.

The city lights reflected in Nagi’s eyes, and for once, his voice wasn’t flat or sleepy. It was soft. Intentional.

Reo looked down at his hands. “Yeah. Me too.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the kind of silence that felt whole, not empty. A breeze passed by, and Reo shivered slightly. Without thinking, Nagi shrugged off his jacket and placed it around Reo’s shoulders.

Reo stared at him.

“You’ll get cold.”

“But—what about you?”

“I run hot.”

Reo bit back a smile. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” Nagi said, leaning back, arms behind his head. “But now you’re warm.”

Reo didn’t say anything. Instead, he leaned sideways just slightly, letting their shoulders touch. Nagi didn’t move away. For once, neither of them felt awkward. They didn’t need flashing lights or famous company. Just a bench.

Just quiet.

Just… each other.'The night air was getting cooler now, brushing against their skin like the softest warning that time was still ticking. But neither Nagi nor Reo moved from their bench, still tucked away from the rooftop after-party.

They sat there, shoulder to shoulder, the city glittering beneath them, like stars had spilled all over the earth.

Reo broke the silence first. “You really don’t care about football?”

Nagi shrugged, head tilted up toward the sky. “I care when it is for work. And I guess when you talk about it. But I never followed it. Never really got the hype.”

“You’re a mystery,” Reo muttered, amused. Nagi blinked slowly. “I majored in computer systems. Tech student.”

Reo turned to him, slightly surprised. “Wait. Really?”

“Yeah. Degree in interactive systems design. AI and software. I took it because I wanted something quiet and logical. No people. Just code.”

“Wow,” Reo said. “You don’t look like someone who’d sit in front of lines of code.”

“I don’t,” Nagi agreed. “Most of the time, I sleep in front of them instead.”

Reo chuckled. “And now you’re working on a football project?”

“Life’s weird,” Nagi murmured, finally glancing sideways at him. “What about you? What did you study?”

Reo hesitated. Then gave a faint shrug. “I didn’t study what I wanted to… I just did a Business degree.”

Nagi didn’t press, just waited. Calm. Open.

So Reo exhaled, rubbing a hand through his hair. “You asked earlier… what I meant when I said I was hiding.”

Nagi nodded slowly. “Yeah.”

Reo looked at the skyline, but his voice got smaller, quieter. “I was supposed to get married.”

Nagi blinked.

“My dad had it all arranged. A political merger through marriage. I’d inherit the Mikage fortune, take over the empire. That was always the plan. Be obedient. Be the son he built.”

He paused, voice tight.

“I didn’t love her. I didn’t know her. I tried to go along with it for a while. To be the person everyone expected. But I was suffocating.”

Nagi didn’t speak. Just listened.

“I called him three days ago. Told him I wasn’t coming back. Told him I didn’t want the company, or the engagement, or the gilded cage. I thought he’d scream. But he didn’t.”

“What did he do?”

“Nothing,” Reo said softly. “He was quiet. Too quiet. That’s worse.”

He turned slightly to look at Nagi. “I don’t know what he’s planning now. But I know how he works. He doesn’t lose.”

The silence between them suddenly felt heavier.

Reo’s voice cracked at the edge. “I guess… I’m scared. Not of losing money or being cut off. Just… scared of what happens next.”

Nagi didn’t speak right away. Then, after a long moment, he said simply, “You were brave.”

Reo blinked. “What?”

“You chose yourself. That’s not weak. That’s strong.”

Reo looked at him, his throat tight.

Nagi’s voice stayed soft. “A lot of people spend their lives following orders. Living someone else’s life. You said no. That matters.”

Reo swallowed hard. “Yeah, but now I don’t know who I am. Without the company, without the title… I’m just… Reo. I mean I have a business plan, but I don’t have exact proper plan…”

Nagi leaned forward, elbows on his knees, hair falling into his face.

“That’s the best part,” he said. “Now you get to figure it out.”

Reo blinked rapidly, something hot and unfamiliar blooming behind his eyes.

“You’re not hiding,” Nagi added. “You’re searching.”

Reo stared at him, then softly said, “You always talk like you’re half-asleep but you just drop lines like that?”

Nagi smiled faintly. “Only for you.”

Reo’s breath caught. For a second, he didn’t know what to say.

But he didn’t need to.

Because Nagi leaned just a little closer, not enough to startle him, but enough to feel warm. Real. Present. Nagi hugged him to console him. His arms tight across Reo’s arms.

And Reo… didn’t move away.

For the first time in a long time, he felt something that wasn’t fear or guilt.

He felt safe.

The hotel was five stars, glossy and opulent, exactly the kind that hosted international football royalty. The post-match after-party had been held in a private ballroom on the top floor of the shared luxury residence for both Real Madrid and Bastard München. Cameras were off now, music had dimmed, and most of the guests had retreated to their suites.

Reo Mikage wasn’t tired.

Not really.

More like… restless.

He stood outside his room, card key in hand, Nagi beside him, silent as ever, but clearly unsure.

“Do you… want to come in?” Reo asked, voice quiet.

Nagi blinked. “To your room?”

“Yeah. I mean…we don’t have to do anything. We can just hang out. Drink. Talk.”

Nagi hesitated.

So Reo grinned and literally grabbed his wrist. “Too slow.”

“Wha—Reo,” Nagi mumbled as he was pulled forward, “I could’ve said no…”

“But you didn’t,” Reo said, already sliding the keycard into the lock and shoving the door open with a grin. “So that’s a yes.”

Nagi followed him inside, eyes drifting around the space. It was clean, modern, a little too cold for Reo’s personality, but the half-unpacked luggage and a pile of custom hair products on the counter gave it away that it was Chigiri’s.

“You drink?” Reo asked as he walked toward the minibar.

Nagi scratched his head. “Sometimes. When I don’t have to work the next day or during company dinners.”

Reo pulled out two small bottles of whisky. “Good. Because tonight’s for bad decisions and good stories.”

He tossed one to Nagi, who caught it effortlessly.

The night melted slowly.

The two of them sat on the plush carpet by the bed, backs against the edge, legs stretched out, glasses in hand.

They talked.

About college. About terrible professors. About Nagi getting yelled at during group presentations for napping halfway through.

About Reo’s brief stint in a music club in high school (“They wanted me to sing classical—I left on day two”).

They laughed. Loudly. Freely.

The kind of laughter that only ever comes when the lights are dim, and the world feels a little less sharp.

Reo leaned back on his elbows at some point. “You know,” he slurred a little, “you’re way more talkative after two drinks.”

Nagi, cheeks flushed just slightly pink, murmured, “You’re way less cocky after three.”

“I am never cocky—”

“You tried to prove you could outdrink me. And then choked on a peanut.”

“That peanut was trying to kill me.”

Nagi gave him a slow, amused blink. “Mmhm.”

The bottles were empty by 3 AM.

The laughter had faded to sleepy silence. Somewhere between their fourth glass and third round of jokes, Reo had shifted closer, head dropping lazily against Nagi’s shoulder.

“I don’t want you to go back,” he whispered, eyes fluttering shut.

Nagi’s voice was barely a murmur. “Then stay I’ll here. Like this.”

He didn’t know who moved first.

Maybe no one did. They both moved toward beds. eventually, the lights turned off, and the covers were pulled up haphazardly. And the city outside kept glowing, unaware.

The Next Morning

Sunlight crept through the tall windows like a patient intruder, spilling golden light across the room.

Reo groaned softly, feeling the pounding weight in his skull—and something heavier across his torso.

He opened one eye.

Nagi’s hand was draped across his waist, fingers curled gently against his hoodie. His hair was messy, his breathing even. Face turned toward Reo’s shoulder.

Reo blinked fast.

His heart skipped.

Then slammed.

He slowly, carefully peeked under the covers.

Both of them were fully clothed, Reo still wearing his black hoodie and sweatpants, Nagi in an oversized white shirt and track pants which he lent Nagi, surprised that his clothes fit him.

His face flushed deep red anyway.

What the hell happened?

He couldn’t remember much after that second bottle. Just warmth. Laughter. Nagi’s sleepy voice saying something about the stars.

He turned slightly, just enough to look at him.

Nagi still hadn’t woken up. His lips were parted slightly. His hand tightened a little around Reo’s waist in his sleep.

Reo exhaled, barely above a whisper. “…You’re dangerous.”

He lay back, staring at the ceiling.

And for the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel like he was hiding.

The soft golden light had crept across the room entirely by the time Nagi stirred.

Reo was still awake, barely moving, his body tense in a way that contrasted the peaceful expression on his face. He wasn’t sure how long he’d just laid there, staring at the ceiling, trying not to breathe too loud, or shift too much. He didn’t want to wake him.

But eventually, Nagi blinked sleepily against the sunlight and let out a faint, gravelly hum.

“Mmnh…”

His fingers twitched against Reo’s hoodie, then stilled. His lashes fluttered once. Twice. Then he turned his face slightly and opened one eye, gazing at Reo like he wasn’t entirely sure he was real.

“…Morning,” Nagi murmured, voice hoarse with sleep.

Reo swallowed and managed a dry chuckle. “Morning.”

For a beat, neither of them moved.

Then, suddenly aware of how close they were, Nagi slowly pulled his hand back, blinking fast. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s okay,” Reo said quickly. “You were asleep. And nothing happened”

Nagi sat up lazily, dragging a hand through his hair. His white shirt had twisted around him during the night, one sleeve slipping off his shoulder, exposing soft skin and collarbone. He looked rumpled. Barefoot. Unbothered.

Reo, on the other hand, felt like his internal processor was overheating.

“You feeling alright?” Nagi asked, glancing at him. “You drank more than I did.”

“I’m fine,” Reo replied, pulling himself upright. “Just a little… warm.”

“That’s ‘cause you slept in a hoodie.”

Reo snorted. “Says the guy who draped himself over me like a human blanket.”

Nagi gave him a half-lidded blink, the barest flicker of a smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re not denying it was warm though.”

Reo rolled his eyes, fighting the urge to smile.

Half an hour later, they found themselves seated in the hotel’s private breakfast lounge. It wasn’t busy—just a handful of other VIP guests scattered across plush armchairs and marble tables, the clink of cutlery and the soft notes of classical piano music filling the air.

Reo saw Micheal Kaiser in his sports wear alone eating breakfast while scrolling his phone. Reo can recognise that hair style. 

Nagi came behind him, although first Nagi refused to go downstairs and order the breakfast in room, Reo had insisted on a proper breakfast, despite Nagi’s half-hearted protests that he could survive on coffee and air. Eventually, Reo offered a piggy back ride to Nagi.

Now, they sat across from each other at a corner table, sunlight pouring in from the tall windows behind them.

Reo stirred his tea, then looked up. “So… no hangover?”

Nagi shook his head. “I don’t drink enough to get one.”

“You slept like a rock,” Reo added, sipping his drink. “And apparently, cuddle like one too.”

Nagi gave him a look, unimpressed. “You say it like it’s a crime.”

Reo laughed into his cup. “It’s not.”

A moment passed. Then Nagi leaned forward, elbows on the table, voice quieter.

“Did I say anything weird last night?”

Reo paused.

He could lie. Brush it off. But he didn’t want to.

“You said you were glad I came with you,” he replied softly.

Nagi’s eyes lifted. “Oh. That.”

“You meant it?”

Nagi tilted his head slightly, as if the question puzzled him. “Yeah. I don’t say things I don’t mean.”

Reo’s throat tightened at that. He looked away for a second, watching a waiter walk by with a tray of fresh croissants.

“Good,” he said finally. “Me too.”

Their breakfast arrived soon after eggs, smoked salmon, grilled tomatoes, and the waffles Nagi had been lowkey eyeing since he sat down. For a while, they ate in comfortable silence, the occasional soft clink of forks and quiet sips filling the spaces between them.

”Hey Reo… are you free today?” Nagi asked.

Chapter Text

" Are you free...today?" Nagi asked Reo,.

They were eating breakfast, Reo was sipping his when he heard Nagi ask him, “…I was planning to go with Chigiri… We planned to tour the city…” Reo said, placing his cup down gently. His fingers tapped once against the side of the mug…casual, but not dismissive.

Nagi blinked, slow as ever. “Oh…”

He stared at his scrambled eggs for a second longer, then poked at them like they’d betrayed him. Reo watched him, head tilted, and sighed. “But I’m sure Chigiri won’t mind if you come along.”

Nagi looked up, hopeful but cautious. “You sure?”

Reo leaned back in his chair, one brow rising. “I’m not inviting you out of pity, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“I wasn’t,” Nagi mumbled, voice low.

Reo tilted his head, studying him a second. “Okay. Then yeah, come with us.”

Nagi gave a little nod, he wasn’t smiling exactly, but something in his posture lightened. His shoulders relaxed, the usual sleepiness in his eyes replaced by something just slightly more awake. Reo bit into his toast. “Any particular reason you wanted to hang out today?”

Nagi shrugged. “I kinda wanted to…”

That answer made Reo’s chewing slow, just for a second. “Oh.”

A pause.

“…You don’t do this often, huh?” Reo asked, brushing a crumb off his lap.

Nagi didn’t respond immediately. He took a bite of his food, chewing thoughtfully, then said, “Not really. But… after the match… after seeing you again… I wanted to spend time with you.”

Reo looked away, pretending to be very interested in stirring his coffee.

Nagi leaned slightly forward, eyes still on him. “I was an idiot for ghosting you.”

“You were,” Reo muttered, not cruel, just honest.

“But I don’t want to mess it up again,” Nagi said, voice unusually firm. “So I’m trying.”

Reo didn’t look at him for a second. Then he exhaled and said, “You’re lucky I’m soft for emotionally-stunted geniuses.”

Nagi blinked. “What?”

“Nothing.” Reo stood and picked up his plate. “Finish your food. We were planning to leave by 11” Nagi stared at Reo, who was enjoying the Paris view outside the window, but Nagi couldn’t take his eyes off Reo.

Maybe this day would be worth it.

“Reo… I’ll go back to my hotel now,” Nagi said, stretching a little, his hair as messy as ever. They were both done with breakfast, and Nagi stood from his chair reluctantly.

“Where should I meet you later?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I’ll text you,” Reo replied, grabbing his phone and walking with Nagi toward the hotel corridor. Nagi needed to clean up, he was still in the same clothes from yesterday and definitely not ready to step out with Reo just yet.

The hallway was quiet…until it wasn’t.

Shouting.

Sharp and harsh. The words bounced off the hallway walls like ricocheting bullets. Nagi paused, eyes narrowing slightly. He glanced at Reo, who had frozen too.

“Let’s check it out,” Reo muttered, already moving quickly toward the source. Nagi followed.

The voices grew clearer now, the syllables fast and sharp. It wasn’t Japanese, or English. It was rough and clipped, a language Nagi didn’t understand, but the tone alone was enough to make his skin prickle.

“…What are they saying?” Nagi asked quietly.

“They’re speaking German,” Reo said, lowering his voice and peeking around the corner carefully.

Nagi blinked. “How do you know that?”

Reo gave a quick smirk. “I’ve known German since I was, like, five.”

Nagi gave a silent of course you do, kind of nod.

They stopped just short of the hallway’s bend. Reo peeked again and got a full view now…Michael Kaiser, standing stiff and furious, his shoulders squared. His platinum blond and blue-streaked hair shone under the hallway lights. He was towering over someone shorter than him, with magenta curls and worried eyes.

Alexis Ness.

Reo recognized them both instantly, players from Bastard München.

Kaiser’s voice was laced with fury, the German loud and scathing.

Reo translated for Nagi under his breath. “He’s pissed. He’s blaming Ness for the loss… says his assist was weak, his positioning sloppy.”

Nagi frowned. “Did Ness actually mess up?”

Reo hesitated. “Not enough to deserve this. Kaiser’s just… brutal.”

They kept watching. Ness tried to defend himself his words shaky but earnest. Reo could tell he was barely holding back tears. He kept saying he’d do better, that it wouldn’t happen again.

But Kaiser wasn’t stopping.

“Ernsthaft, wenn du so spielst, solltest du einfach aufhören! Du ruinierst alles!”

(Seriously, if you play like that, you should just quit! You ruin everything!)

“God,” Reo muttered under his breath.Nagi whispered, “What did he say?”, “That Ness should just quit soccer.” Nagi looked visibly uncomfortable now. He clenched his fists.

Kaiser’s voice boomed again. His voice sliced through the air—in German.

“Du hast uns das Spiel gekostet, Ness. Dein Pass war Müll. Du willst mit mir spielen, aber du bist nicht gut genug.”

(You cost us the game, Ness. That pass was garbage. You want to play with me, but you’re not good enough.)

Reo’s jaw clenched.

“What’s he saying?” Nagi whispered. Rep’s ear burning, he could feel Nagi’s breath over his ear, they both so close, his back touching Nagi, it felt hot, but he continued listening to them.

Reo’s voice was low. “He’s blaming Ness for the loss. Calling his assist trash.”

“Was it?” Nagi asked.

Reo shook his head. “No. Ness was the only reason they even scored today.”

Kaiser was still going.

“Wenn du nicht besser wirst, kannst du gleich aufhören. Du ziehst mich runter.”

(If you don’t improve, just quit already. You’re dragging me down.)

Ness looked like he was trying to hold back tears. He didn’t speak, just nodded slightly. That’s when Reo stepped out. His voice was calm—but the German sharp as a blade.

“Vielleicht haben Sie verloren, weil Sie ein beschissener Spieler sind, nicht weil er einen schlechten Tag hatte.”

(Maybe you lost because you’re a shitty player, not because he had a bad day.)

Kaiser snapped his head around. His eyes narrowed dangerously.

“Wer zur Hölle bist du?”

(Who the hell are you?)

“Jemand, der genug Ahnung hat, um zu sehen, dass du nur dein Ego beschützt,” Reo shot back.

(Someone smart enough to see you’re just protecting your ego.)

Ness flinched between them, eyes wide.

Kaiser stepped closer now, his presence heavy, intimidating. “Pass auf, was du sagst.”

(Watch what you say.)

He was getting too close.That’s when Nagi shifted, stepping directly in front of Reo. Kaiser’s eyes flicked to the sudden figure in his path tall, calm, expression unreadable.

Nagi stared at him and spoke, his voice cool, in English.

“Back off.”

He calmly slid between Reo and Kaiser, taller, broad-shouldered, and quietly intimidating.

“I think that’s enough,” Nagi said, his voice cool, measured.

“Who the hell are you?” Kaiser spat, now switching to English. Nagi didn’t flinch. “Someone who doesn’t need to speak German to see you’re being an asshole.”

“Leave us alone, this is between me and Ness” he said looking fiercely at Nagi, “Then stop fighting in public corridors” Nagi said

The hallway went quiet except for Ness’s soft, uneven breathing. Reo stayed still, behind Nagi, his chest still tight with adrenaline.

Kaiser looked between them…first at Reo, then at Nagi. He then looked back at Ness. He walked away, As his footsteps faded, the silence that followed was thick with tension.

Reo let out a quiet breath, then turned toward Ness, who was still standing there, eyes wide. “I didn’t ask for help,” Ness said, voice trembling slightly but not ungrateful.

Reo nodded. “I know. But I watched the match. You played well.” Ness frowned. “Kaiser says—”

“Kaiser’s just mad because he couldn’t carry the whole match. But you? You kept them in it. That assist was perfect.”

Ness blinked, unsure what to say.

“…Thanks,” he finally muttered, looking at Reo, then at Nagi.

Reo just smiled gently. “You’re welcome.”

As Ness turned and walked away quietly, Nagi turned to Reo, voice soft.

“…You didn’t have to say all that.”

“Maybe not,” Reo said. “But I meant it.”

Nagi looked at him for a second, then smirked faintly.

“…You’re kinda hot when you’re mad.”

Reo blinked. “Huh?”

When Nagi got back to his room, he sighed, fingers running through his messy white hair. He needed a shower, a change of clothes, and some peace before meeting Reo and Chigiri. But when he pushed open the door, he paused.

The room was a disaster.

Clothes were tossed on the floor, snack wrappers scattered on the side table, and on the bed—both Isagi and Niko were sprawled out, completely passed out, tangled in the blanket like two overgrown cats.

Nagi blinked. “Seriously?”

He stepped inside, kicking an empty bottle gently with his foot. The room reeked faintly of cheap vodka and regret. He walked over and nudged Niko first. “Wake up.”

Niko groaned. “No… penalty shootout… one more minute…”

Isagi stirred next, squinting up at the ceiling like he forgot where he was. Then he turned and saw Nagi standing over them.

“Oh hey, you’re alive.”

Nagi raised a brow. “You too.”

Isagi sat up, rubbing his face. “I texted you last night. You never replied.”

“I was with Reo,” Nagi said, walking toward his side of the closet to grab fresh clothes. “Didn’t check my phone.”

At that, Niko perked up, half-laughing as he sat up with his hair sticking in every direction.

“Ooooh, with Reo, huh?” Niko said, elbowing Isagi. “No wonder he disappeared all night.”

Isagi smirked. “So that’s what this is now?”

Nagi didn’t look back. “I’ll throw my shoes at both of you.”

Niko snorted. “Violence isn’t an answer.”

“It is,” Nagi replied flatly, grabbing a towel.

Isagi blinked slowly at his surroundings, finally realizing something. “Wait. Why am I in your room?”

Nagi glanced over his shoulder. “You tell me. You have your own room. Isn’t Barou your roommate?”

That got both Niko and Nagi grinning.

“Don’t tell me Barou kicked you out,” Nagi added, face completely deadpan but eyes amused.

Isagi groaned and dropped back onto the bed. “He said I was being too loud.”

Niko burst out laughing. “That man is insane.”

“He’s just Barou,” Isagi mumbled. “You should’ve seen his face when I asked if he wanted a blanket the other night. He looked personally offended.”

Niko rolled off the bed, stumbling toward the sink. “Ugh, my mouth tastes like socks. Whose idea was it to drink beer and jelly shots?”

“Yours,” Nagi and Isagi said in unison.

Nagi headed to the bathroom, towel slung over his shoulder.

As he closed the door, he could still hear them bickering outside, Isagi accusing Niko of stealing his pillow, and Niko insisting he needed emotional support.

Steam rolled out of the bathroom door as Nagi stepped out, towel slung around his neck, his damp white hair sticking to his forehead.

He was already halfway into his dark t-shirt when he noticed both Niko and Isagi staring at him from the bed, legs dangling, munching on leftover biscuits from who-knows-where.

“Where are you off to?” Isagi asked, raising a brow.Nagi didn’t look up as he grabbed his hoodie. “Out.”

“Out with who?” Niko added, tone playful.

“Reo. And Chigiri.”

There was a brief pause.

Then—“Ooooh,” both of them said, in perfect sync, teasing practically dripping from their voices. Nagi gave them a tired side-glance. “You both are so annoying in the morning.”

“We’re always annoying,” Isagi shrugged. “But Reo and Chigiri? Sounds like fun. Can we come?”

Nagi froze mid-way through tying his shoelace. He looked up. “You want to come?”

“Yeah,” Niko grinned. “We’re bored, broke, and slightly hungover. Seems like the right decision.” Isagi nodded. “Plus, we’ve been in meetings and non-stop. We need this.”

Nagi hesitated.

Then… slowly, without a word, he pulled out his phone.

They watched him press a contact. “Wait—are you calling him?” Niko asked, surprised.

“You’ve never called him before?” Isagi blinked.

“No,” Nagi replied, blankly. “First time.”

They both leaned in eagerly, watching like middle schoolers seeing their friend confess to a crush. Nagi stood by the window, phone pressed to his ear, heart skipping just slightly.

On the other side, Reo stared at his ringing screen.

Nagi.

His name. Flashing across the screen. Reo blinked, not expecting a call this early. Hesitating only a second, he picked up. “…Hey.”

“Hey,” Nagi said softly. “My friends… want to come too. Is that okay?”

Reo paused—then chuckled, warm and light. “Of course it’s okay.” Nagi turned slightly, covering the receiver. “He said yes.” Niko fist-pumped. “Yesss.” “I’ll text you the spot?” Reo offered. “Okay,” Nagi said. “See you soon.”

As he hung up, Niko flopped dramatically onto the bed. “That was weirdly domestic. I feel like I just witnessed something sacred.” Isagi nodded solemnly. “He even softened his voice. This is love.” “I will leave you both in a ditch,” Nagi muttered.

The sun was bright overhead, and the streets were beginning to buzz with life. Nagi adjusted the strap of his crossbody bag as he stepped out with Isagi and Niko, both looking surprisingly fresh for people who were passed out half an hour ago.

“Where’s this place again?” Isagi asked.

“Some place here,” Nagi replied showing Niko his phone with a location Reo sent.

“It’s not that far away we can just walk there, but first let’s pickup Barou” Niko said.

“Yeah.”

Isagi sighed. “Of course.”

They stopped outside Barou’s room, and Niko knocked twice. It took a minute, but then Barou opened the door, still towel-drying his hair. He gave them all a blank stare.

“What?” he said flatly.

“Come with us,” Niko said brightly.

“No.”

“There’s French food involved,” Isagi added quickly.

Barou paused. “Where?”

“We don’t know yet,” Niko admitted. “But we’ll be with Reo and Chigiri, they. Real French cuisine. Good stuff. Butter, truffle, maybe those fancy tarts.”

Barou stared at them suspiciously. Isagi raised his hands. “We’re serious. Come on. It’s a day off, the weather’s nice, and you can enjoy Paris,What else are you going to do?”

Barou clicked his tongue. “…Fine. But if this turns out to be some street-side sandwich crap, I’m leaving.”

City Square –

Reo and Chigiri were already waiting at the fountain plaza, standing under the shadow of a tall clock tower. Reo was dressed in his usual easy elegance, but there was a slightly anxious look in his eyes, until he spotted Nagi walking up beside Isagi.

“Yo,” Reo greeted, eyes softening at the sight of him. “Didn’t think you’d actually call.” “You picked up,” Nagi said with a shrug.

“I always will.”

That made Nagi’s ears pink. He turned away, pretending to inspect a pigeon.

Chigiri’s eyes widened when he spotted Barou among them. “Barou?!”

Barou blinked. “You again.”

“I am still not convinced they are friends,” Isagi muttered to Niko. “Yeah,” Niko said. “Weirdest crossover ever.”

Barou said asked, “And where is Mikage Corp prince taking us.” Reo smiled, just faintly. “Not anymore. But chigiri found a restaurant from Internet it looked amazing ”

There was a slight pause, but no one pried further.

They started walking down the street together, Reo and Nagi side by side…though their shoulders kept brushing like magnets that couldn’t stay apart for long.

They looked over at Barou, who was now bickering with Chigiri about whether macarons counted as real dessert. Isagi glanced back at them, watching the ease in Reo’s expression, the way Nagi walked just a bit closer to him than necessary.

“You seeing this?” he whispered to Niko.

“Yeah,” Niko said. “Feels like we’re third, fourth, fifth, and sixth wheeling.” Meanwhile, Isagi and Barou accidentally locked eyes. Isagi gave him a small smile. Barou just narrowed his eyes. Isagi quickly looked away. “Still hates me,” he muttered.

Chigiri turned to the group. “Alright, it a café that might work. It’s not fancy-fancy, but the food’s good and they serve French-style mains.” Barou gave him a glare. “It better be actual French.”

Chigiri smirked. “You’ll love it.”

They crossed the street together, the six of them walking through the summer-kissed city, full of teasing and new connections and something that felt like the beginning of something big. And as they walked, Nagi felt something settle in his chest…not heavy, not confusing. Just warm.

Like maybe this day would be better than he expected.

The group had finally settled on a charming café tucked into a quiet cobbled alley, one that Chigiri found on the Internet.The exterior had rustic wooden frames and ivy crawling up the sign that read Maison d’Été in elegant script.

Barou was already inspecting the menu with a grim frown. “If I see one fake béchamel, I’m walking.” “You say that like I know what béchamel is,” Niko muttered.

Inside the open-air courtyard, Reo quietly nudged Nagi aside as the others began choosing a table near the shade. “Hey,” he said. Nagi tilted his head, soft strands of his white hair brushing against his cheek in the breeze. “Hm?”

“Come with me for a second,” Reo said, nodding toward a small path winding behind the café.

Nagi followed.

They slipped away while the others debated seating arrangements and bread baskets. The stone path led them to a tiny enclosed garden behind the café, full of overgrown lavender and a single iron bench under a lemon tree.

Reo sat down, motioning Nagi to join him. “This okay?” Nagi sat, a bit stiff at first. “You like gardens?” Reo chuckled. “No. I just wanted a minute without the loud ones.” Nagi relaxed a little. “Yeah. Niko and Isagi are always loud.” Reo chuckled and said so was Chigiri.

They sat there in the golden light, warm and still.

Reo glanced over at him. “You’re quieter than usual.” “I’m thinking,” Nagi said.“About what?”

“…You.”

Reo blinked. “Oh.”

Nagi kept looking straight ahead, his voice soft but sure. “I’m trying to understand what this is. I don’t get people well. But I like… being around you. It’s not heavy. It’s not boring either.” Reo looked down at his hands. “You don’t have to get it all right now.”

Nagi turned to him. “But I want to.”

Their eyes met. Neither said anything for a beat.

“I thought you’d be colder,” Reo admitted quietly. “Back then. When I gave you my contact by you never texted or called….”

“I didn’t know what to say,” Nagi said truthfully. “It felt like… if I said something, it would all start something, I was scared, you live in a different world. And I wasn’t ready. I was scared I’d mess it up.”

“You didn’t.” Reo chuckled. “You really say things like that so bluntly.”

“I don’t know how else to say them.”

“I like it,” Reo said, his voice low.

Nagi turned away quickly, ears red.  Reo smiled to himself.

Suddenly, Nagi asked, “Reo.”

“Yeah?”

“If we weren’t with the others… would you have held my hand?” Reo hesitated, then slowly reached down between them, brushing his fingers against Nagi’s. “I still can,” he whispered.

Nagi didn’t pull away.

They sat there for a moment longer, their fingers just barely touching, the laughter of their friends faint in the background. Then Reo stood up. “Come on. Barou’s probably scaring the waiter by now.” Nagi got up too, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Probably.”

As they walked back to the table, their hands remained inches apart…close enough that both felt it, but far enough that neither could blame the other for wanting more.

Where the hell were you two?” Isagi looked up as Nagi and Reo returned. His tone was casual, but his raised eyebrow said otherwise.

“Bathroom,” Nagi lied flatly.

Reo sat beside Chigiri, who smirked knowingly. “Really? That long?” he teased, nudging Reo with his elbow. Reo coughed. “It was a very… scenic bathroom.”

Barou, meanwhile, was stabbing a fork into his escargot with unnecessary aggression. “I still don’t know why I agreed to come here,” he grumbled. “Yes, you do,” Niko said, sipping his sparkling water. “You heard the words French cuisine and your inner chef leapt out.”

“I only came because they said they’d have authentic sauce.” Barou glanced around. “Still waiting.”
Barou and Isagi could be heard bickering.

Chigiri leaned across Niko, whispering to Reo, “They’ve been like this all week. I think Isagi insulted one of Barou’s restaurants menu and now it’s a blood feud.” Reo chuckled softly. “Noted.”

Barou scowled as Isagi muttered something under his breath.

“I heard that,” Barou growled.

“Good,” Isagi muttered again.

Chigiri stood and clapped. “Okay! That’s enough testosterone for the table. Let’s not fight over duck confit.”

Everyone looked at him. “What?” he blinked. “I learned words.” Barou huffed and went back to chewing aggressively. Reo caught Nagi’s eye. “Remind me to never seat those two next to each other again.”

“They’re entertaining,” Nagi replied, resting his chin in his palm.

“And scary.”

“And loud.”

Reo tilted his head, voice low. “You’re quiet again.”

“I’m listening.”

“To what?”

Nagi turned to him and said, plainly, “To you.”

Reo didn’t answer, but his ears flushed a little pink. The silence between them wasn’t awkward anymore, it was heavy in the best kind of way.

Across the table, Niko blinked. “Wait, Barou knew where we were going?”

“I texted him,” Chigiri said. “Told him it was a VIP food experience.” “Lied to me,” Barou muttered.

“You’re eating a truffle-stuffed duck, I did not lie.”

“That’s not why I came.”

“Then why did you come?”

Barou hesitated, eyes briefly flicking to Isagi who was, at that exact moment, reaching for his wine glass with a scoff. “I was bored.”

Reo smirked. Nagi did too.

“Right,” Niko said. “Because nothing says boredom like hand-selecting a linen suit just to complain about food.”

Barou glared at him. “It’s cotton-linen blend.”

The whole table burst into laughter.

And for a second—amid old tensions, new friendships, and teasing over French duck—everything felt comfortably, strangely perfect.

”Are you going for today’s match as well?” Isagi asked reo, “Yes… we can go directly, Chigiri and I was planning to go after sight seeing Eiffel Tower.” Reo said to Isagi,

”Then let’s all go together!!!!” Isagi said.

The Eiffel Tower’s base was glowing now, golden lights flickering to life as twilight deepened into early night. The city buzzed around them, couples strolling, tourists snapping photos, and street musicians playing softly in the distance.

Reo was showing Nagi a candid photo he’d secretly taken of him earlier that afternoon Nagi staring blankly at the camera with a croissant halfway to his mouth, when Chigiri suddenly slowed down.

“Wait… is that—?”

Isagi squinted in the direction Chigiri was pointing. “No freaking way.”

Right near one of the souvenir stalls under the tower, Bachira Meguru stood, twirling a small Eiffel Tower keychain between his fingers. Beside him, arms crossed and expression mildly irritated, was Rin Itoshi.

“Bachira!” Isagi called, half laughing.

Bachira’s eyes lit up like a firework. “Yo, Isagi!”

Rin turned instantly, his expression souring just a little when he saw the whole group. “Damn, talk about timing,” Niko murmured.

Bachira jogged over to them first, practically bouncing. “What are you guys doing here?”

“We could ask you the same,” Isagi teased. “Romantic date under the most cliché landmark in the world?” Rin just scowled at that.

“Ohhh, Barou’s here too?” Bachira grinned. “This group is stacked! What’s next, Itoshi Sae popping out of the bushes?”

“Please no,” Rin muttered, already looking around just in case.

Reo nudged Nagi gently. “Didn’t think we’d bump into Rin and Bachira today.” Nagi hummed. 

Bachira walked up to Nagi and threw an arm around his shoulders. “You didn’t answer my text, you gremlin!”

“I was sleeping,” Nagi replied, making no effort to shake him off.

“I texted you three times.”

“I was sleeping very deeply.”

Nagi remembering how pleasant it was to get up in morning with a beauty in his arms. Snuggling so close that his heart almost couldn’t take it.

Reo chuckled softly at their exchange.

“Well,” Isagi said, stretching. “Now that we’re all here….group photo?”

“Not happening,” Rin said immediately. But he was already being pulled into place by Bachira. They lined up beneath the glowing tower. Nagi stood between Reo and Chigiri, and just before the photo was taken, Reo’s hand brushed against Nagi’s. Nagi didn’t pull away, instead, his pinky hooked lightly around Reo’s.

The photo captured them like that: glowing Eiffel Tower behind them, laughter frozen on everyone’s faces, Rin grimacing off to the side, and Nagi just barely smiling, eyes tilted toward Reo.

“Now this is one for the books,” Chigiri said.

“Send me that,” Niko added. “I’m printing it and framing it and putting it up at Barou’s restaurant.” “Do that and you’re getting kicked out,” Barou grunted. As the group splintered off to browse food stalls or take selfies, Nagi and Reo hung back.

“That was… kind of nice,” Nagi said.

Reo glanced at him. “You mean being ambushed by two people on a date?” Nagi looked at their photo on Reo’s screen, then back at him. “No. I mean… this whole thing. You. Me. The group.” Reo’s smile softened. “Yeah. It is.”

They stood like that, shoulder to shoulder beneath the glow of the tower, while the rest of their chaotic group laughed and teased each other around them. It wasn’t perfect, but it was theirs.

As the group meandered around the Eiffel Tower’s base some lining up for crepes, others pointing at souvenirs or teasing Rin for not smiling in the group photo Nagi stood slightly apart, looking up at the glittering ironwork above them.

Reo was next to him, his jacket slung over one shoulder, hair catching the golden light as he checked the time on his phone. They hadn’t spoken much since the photo, but Nagi kept stealing glances at him. Something about tonight—the lights, the laughter, the closeness made his chest feel a little tighter.

“…Reo,” Nagi said quietly, not quite looking at him.

“Yeah?”

“Wanna go somewhere? Just the two of us?”

Reo blinked. “Huh?”

“You and me,” Nagi clarified, finally turning to face him fully. “Chigiri has everyone else now. He won’t be alone.”

Reo paused, caught off guard by how calmly Nagi said it. There wasn’t any hesitation in his tone. Just honesty.

Still, Reo glanced toward Chigiri, who was showing Isagi a meme on his phone while Niko pretended not to laugh beside him. Nagi was right, Chigiri was fine. But something about walking away from the group made this feel… different.

Special.

Reo walked up to Chigiri and tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey. You good with the others? I was thinking of heading off with Nagi for a bit.” Chigiri looked between the two of them, then raised an eyebrow. “You guys can’t wait, huh?” Reo flushed slightly. “It’s not like that—!”

Chigiri laughed, clapping him on the back. “Go, rich boy. You’ve been with me for three weeks anyways, go with your lover boy.”

Barou gave them a side-eye. “Tch. Just don’t come crying back when the trains close while going to the football stadium.”

“I’ll be with him,” Nagi said simply, making the group snort. “Don’t get lost! Be on time match starts at 7.” Isagi called after them as they slipped away into the rest of afternoon.

Later, away from the crowd, Nagi and Reo walked down a quieter street just a few blocks from the tower. The noise of tourists faded, replaced by the low hum of evening cafés and the distant strum of a street guitarist.

Reo stuffed his hands into his coat pockets, sneaking a look at Nagi, who was walking beside him with the calm indifference he always wore—except now, Reo noticed, there was a slight tilt of contentment in his expression. A softness around his eyes.

“You planned this?” Reo asked, nudging him lightly.

“Kind of,” Nagi replied. “Wanted to talk without everyone around.”

Reo raised an eyebrow. “Talk about what?”

Nagi slowed to a stop near a quiet railing overlooking the Seine. He leaned against it, eyes on the rippling water. “You.”

“…Me?”

Nagi nodded slowly. “You’re different when you’re not around the others. You act differently around others.” Reo looked down, a small smile pulling at his lips. “You’re observant.”

“You make it easy,” Nagi murmured.

Reo looked at him then. Really looked.

And Nagi looked back.

Neither spoke for a while.

The lights of the river shimmered. Somewhere behind them, the Eiffel Tower blinked to life again. But here, in this quiet moment, it was just the two of them. No teasing, no noise.

Just them.

They walked side by side through a narrow cobbled lane, golden streetlamps throwing long shadows at their feet. The Seine flowed quietly behind them, and the faint music of a violin echoed from a street corner ahead.

Nagi’s steps were unhurried, hair tousled slightly from the breeze. Reo walked beside him, watching him in the soft light, half-wondering what was the feeling he was having for Nagi, he was confused because he never felt that about another man… he wanted to know more about Nagi wanted something more from him, they were barely friends, but he wanted Nagi to be someone constant in his ire.

“Do you like Paris?” Reo asked.

Nagi shrugged, “It’s okay. Kind of cold.”

Reo laughed. “That’s it?”

“I like the lights,” Nagi added after a moment. “And the quiet streets. It’s… less loud than usual.”Reo smiled. “Yeah. It’s nice being away from the noise.” They passed a little bakery still open late. The warm scent of vanilla and butter drifted through the air.

“Hungry?” Reo asked, gesturing toward it. Nagi nodded, just once. Inside, it was cozy and dimly lit. Reo bought two madeleines, handed one to Nagi, and they sat on a bench just outside, watching a cyclist whiz by. “You know,” Reo said, taking a bite of his madeleine, “when you called me earlier today… I didn’t think you’d actually do that.”

Nagi glanced at him. “Why?”

“I don’t know, I took you for a texted instead of calling on phone.” Nagi licked a crumb from his thumb and blinked. “I like talking to you in person more.”

Reo looked at him, heart skipping a little.

“You do?”

Nagi nodded. “Feels… nicer. I can see your face, I can hear your voice when you answer. That helps.” Reo went quiet for a moment. The city lights shimmered on Nagi’s pale skin, reflecting in his eyes like glass.

They saw a bench facing the river, they decided to sit there for sometime. Watching the river flow, boat row. People feeding ducks, some walking, taking pictures.

“Do you remember when we met?” Reo asked suddenly.

Nagi nodded again. “I was annoying.” Reo choked on a laugh. “Wow. Brutal.” Nagi smirked. “I’m sorry for being rude.”

“But you helped me.”

“You keep saying that. Even when I ignored you.” Reo looked down, the corner of his mouth tugging into something tender. “Yeah. I guess I did.”

“I wont do that again sorry,” Nagi said softly. There was a beat of silence. And then, without thinking, Nagi shifted a little closer on the bench. Their shoulders brushed, just slightly.

Reo’s breath caught.

“…You cold?” he asked.

Nagi shook his head. Reo turned toward him. “Then why—?” “I just wanted to,” Nagi said, simple and quiet. Reo didn’t answer. He just stayed still, heart hammering, unsure if he should lean away or lean closer. Eventually, Nagi turned his head slightly, resting it lightly against Reo’s shoulder.

“…This okay?” he asked, voice low. Reo exhaled, letting his eyes flutter shut for a moment. “Yeah,” he whispered. “More than okay.” Reo tilted his head back, looking up at the cloud-specked sky as they walked slowly past the riverbank. Nagi kept beside him, matching his pace without needing to speak.

“I’ve been thinking…” Reo said after a moment. “When I go back to London, I want to start something new.” Nagi glanced at him, curious. “Like what?”

“A business,” Reo said, shoving his hands into his pockets. “A wedding business, actually.” Nagi blinked. “You want to get married?” Reo let out a short laugh. “No! I mean…yes, maybe someday…but I meant organizing weddings. Planning them. Designing venues. Helping people make that one day feel perfect.”

Nagi made a soft noise, thoughtful. “Why weddings?”

Reo shrugged, then looked ahead, as if watching his own thoughts form in front of him. “I guess… weddings are full of feeling. Joy. Messy families. People finally saying things they couldn’t say before. It’s dramatic, sure, but kind of beautiful too.”

Nagi nodded slowly. “And you like beauty.” Reo gave him a side glance. “Are you calling me shallow?” “No,” Nagi said, his voice quiet and sure. “I think you notice things most people don’t.”

Reo’s breath caught at that, but he smiled anyway. “Thanks.”

They got up from bench and started walking, they walked a few more steps in silence. Then Reo admitted, “The only problem is… I have no idea where to start. I know few things. I know aesthetics. But where to set up I don’t know… should I stay in London or should I start my business in Japan…”

Nagi thought for a second. “Then start with what resources you have at hand, open new branches anywhere once you start.”

Reo looked at him. “You say that like it’s simple.”

Nagi shrugged. “I only know few things about business… you are the Veteran her.”

Reo laughed under his breath, but it faded into something softer as he looked at Nagi again—at the way his hair fell across his cheek, the calm steadiness in his gaze.

“You always say the right things without saying much,” Reo said.

Nagi hummed. “Maybe you just understand me better now.”

Reo smiled. “Maybe I do.”

They stopped by the railing overlooking the Seine. The wind was cooler here, tugging at Reo’s coat. Nagi didn’t speak—he just leaned against the metal bar beside Reo and looked out at the glittering water.

After a minute, Nagi spoke again, quieter this time.

“…Thanks for coming with me today.”

Reo turned his head slightly. “You asked. I said yes.”

Nagi nodded. “Still. It means something.” Reo didn’t say anything back—but he nudged Nagi’s shoulder gently, almost playfully.

That small touch said enough.

As they walked farther along the Seine, the soft hum of live music reached their ears. A violin and accordion played in tandem, the sound both delicate and full of soul. The street was lit with warm golden lights strung from tree to tree, casting a soft glow over the cobblestone path.

A small crowd had gathered—locals and tourists, young couples and older ones, strangers brushing hands, some laughing, some swaying. A few were already dancing. Reo noticed a man spinning his boyfriend in gentle circles, and beside them, a woman rested her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder as they moved slowly to the rhythm. Straight couples danced too, but nobody seemed to care who was with who.

Everyone just looked… happy.

Reo slowed down, watching the scene with a faint smile. “Paris really is the city of love, huh?”

Nagi was beside him, eyes half-lidded as he took in the music and the couples. For a second, he didn’t say anything. Then, without looking directly at Reo, he extended his hand.

“…Wanna dance?”

Reo blinked, his heart skipping a beat. “What?” Nagi’s gaze met his now, calm and unwavering. “Let’s make some good memories.”

Reo stared at the outstretched hand, lips parting in surprise. “You dance?”

“No,” Nagi replied. “I’m bad at it.”

Reo gave a soft, disbelieving laugh, already reaching for Nagi’s hand. “Fine. Just don’t step on my toes.”

Nagi tugged him forward, guiding them into the outer edge of the makeshift dance floor. The music was slow, dreamy. Reo rested one hand lightly on Nagi’s shoulder, the other still holding his. Nagi’s hand moved to Reo’s waist with hesitant pressure, a little stiff at first, but he adjusted quickly, letting Reo lead their pace.

They moved together, gently swaying. No sharp movements. Just ease. “You’re not bad at this,” Reo whispered, his breath visible in the night air.

“I’m just following you,” Nagi murmured back. “You’re easy to follow.”

A small smile tugged at Reo’s lips, and for a few moments, neither of them spoke. The music surrounded them like a soft cocoon, the sounds of the river and the rustle of trees fading into the background.

“You know,” Reo said, his voice barely above the music, “I don’t think I’ll forget this.” Nagi leaned in slightly, resting his forehead against Reo’s. “Then don’t.”

Reo closed his eyes, his grip tightening just slightly.

In a city full of lights and lovers, under golden strings of light and music that spoke without words…two people danced slowly, finding something unspoken between them.

And neither wanted it to end.

The final notes of the song drifted into the Paris air like a sigh, the accordion lingering a moment longer as the violinist bowed her head. A ripple of applause broke through the small crowd. Laughter, whistles, the clicking of camera shutters, everyone seemed to glow under the golden string lights.

A few people stepped forward, dropping coins and bills into the open violin case laid on the cobblestones. Reo pulled out his wallet and slipped a crisp notes inside, nodding at the artists with a soft, “Merci.”

Nagi clapped too, hands slow and deliberate, his gaze still distant, like the song hadn’t fully left him yet.

“That was nice,” Reo murmured, still a little breathless from dancing.

“It was,” Nagi replied. “You’re warm.”

Reo huffed a laugh. “You’re literally pressed against me.”

Nagi just shrugged, unbothered as usual.

Then—ding.

Nagi blinked and fished his phone from his coat pocket.

It was from Isagi:

Isagi:

Where the hell are you two?? We’re late. It’s already 5. Kickoff is at 7 and the traffic is insane near the stadium!

Nagi showed the screen to Reo without much urgency. “He says we’re late.”

Reo’s eyebrows shot up. “Wait, what?”

Another message popped up.

Isagi:

Barou says he won’t wait if we don’t leave now. Move it!

Reo groaned. “Great. I was really enjoying pretending time didn’t exist.”

Nagi slipped his phone back in his coat. “We still have time.”

“But Isagi said—”

“Two hours is a lot,” Nagi deadpanned.

Reo laughed again, letting his hand brush against Nagi’s as they began walking back toward the group. “You’re impossible.”

“I’m efficient,” Nagi corrected.

“Fine. Efficient and impossible.”

They passed back through the streets, the sound of the violinists now fading behind them. As they turned the corner toward the main road, Nagi looked over at Reo and said, “You were right.”

“About what?”

“This memory,” Nagi said simply. “I won’t forget it either.”

Reo smiled—quiet and soft, like the kind that lingers even after the lights go out.

“Let’s not keep the others waiting,” Reo said, though his tone was reluctant.
“Okay boss,” Nagi added.

They shared one last look before walking a little faster, side by side, as the Paris sky began to shift from blue to golden hues of early evening.

England vs France
The stadium buzzed with energy as fans flooded the seats, blue, red, and white colors painting the stands. The sound of chanting and cheering echoed from every direction, a mix of French songs and English roars filling the warm Parisian evening.

Nagi and Reo were the last to arrive, walking quickly through the velvet-roped VIP entrance, fingers still lightly brushing from the dance they’d shared earlier. As they stepped into the private box, the others were already seated—Isagi, Niko, Barou, Chigiri… and now, Kunigami.

“Oi,” Isagi waved as they entered. “Took you two long enough.”

Reo gave a sheepish smile. “We got… distracted.”

“Too busy twirling under the Eiffel Tower?” Niko teased.

Nagi didn’t deny it. He simply shrugged and said, “Yeah.”

But Reo’s attention had already moved—he spotted Kunigami sitting beside Chigiri, their shoulders close, a grin tugging at Chigiri’s lips as he said something only Kunigami could hear. Kunigami looked surprisingly relaxed, dressed down in a black fitted shirt and dark jeans, but there was still the quiet seriousness in his eyes.

“You’re here?” Reo asked, surprised.

Kunigami turned with a nod. “Yeah. I had practice today and couldn’t join early, chigiri also asked.”

“I didn’t have to do much,” Chigiri replied, nudging him.

“You know I’d never say no to a match like this,” Kunigami added, glancing at the pitch below. “Besides, Barou would’ve dragged me either way.”

Barou huffed. “You think I begged you?”

Kunigami gave him a dry look. “You sent me three texts in all caps.”

“Bold fonts are efficient communication,” Barou muttered, crossing his arms.

Everyone chuckled. The mood was light, warm with the buzz of anticipation as the players emerged onto the pitch. The announcer’s voice boomed through the speakers in both French and English, listing the lineups.

“Wait—look!” Isagi pointed. “There’s that midfielder from England.”

Kunigami leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing. “Yeah. I trained with him. Good player.”

“You say that like it’s rare,” Niko commented.

“He’s got heart,” Kunigami said simply. “And a killer left foot.”

Barou grunted. “Let’s see if he uses it.”

The anthems began. The group stood quietly, watching as the players lined up, flags raised high, hands on hearts. Then, the first whistle.

The match kicked off with a rush of movement—France pushing early, England countering hard. Every play was sharp, calculated, the kind of football only seen at this level.

“Damn,” Isagi muttered. “They’re going all out.”

Reo leaned back in his seat, one hand resting on the armrest beside Nagi’s. “This feels good,” he said quietly, watching the match unfold with a faint smile.

Nagi tilted his head. “What does?”

Reo looked at him. “This match”

Nagi blinked, then nodded. “Yeah. It’s nice.”

Chigiri and Kunigami were leaning closer now, whispering thoughts on the formations and tactics, occasionally chuckling at Barou’s commentary.

Barou leaned forward. “If England doesn’t fix their midfield line, France will tear through it.”

“You applying for manager now?” Isagi teased.

Barou ignored him. “They better sub number 6. He’s dragging the pace.”

The group laughed again, the kind of laugh that settled easily between friends.

Just as France scored their first goal—a stunning volley that sent the stadium into chaos—Kunigami jumped slightly in excitement, and Chigiri clapped with a cheer, bumping into him.

Nagi leaned into Reo’s side again and whispered, “You’re watching the game?”

Reo blinked, his hand brushing Nagi’s. “Only kind of.” Reo looked at Nagi who looked bored eyes droopy.

”Mikage Reo”

Chapter Text

The stadium was alive, pulsing with chants, excitement, and national pride. Flags waved. The scent of food drifted in the air. From the luxury VIP section, everything looked polished, perfect, and distant from the chaos below.

Reo stood near the glass wall overlooking the pitch, arms loosely folded, Nagi standing beside him, quiet as ever. Their group had just reassembled after an afternoon in the city, Isagi was already loudly speculating about France’s lineup while Barou scoffed beside him, arms crossed, unimpressed.

Kunigami and Chigiri chatted near the snacks table, Kunigami handing Chigiri a drink with a small grin. It was peaceful, light.

Until a voice rang out…sharper than anything on the field.

“Mikage Reo.”

Reo froze mid-sip.

His fingers tightened around his glass instinctively as his spine stiffened. He knew that voice. He hadn’t heard it in a month, but it was carved so deeply into his mind that it only took a second to recognize it.

The name was spoken with the smooth weight of authority, cutting through the ambient roar of the crowd like a sharp gust of wind. It wasn’t loud, yet Reo heard it clearly, maybe because he knew that voice too well. His spine stiffened. A cold chill trickled down his neck.

He turned slowly.

There, a few rows up, stood a tall man in a tailored navy suit…unmissable even in the crowd. His posture was rigid, gaze sharp behind a pair of dark glasses, though he’d just taken them off to make eye contact with his son.

Reo’s stomach dropped.

His father.

Nagi looked over immediately, noticing the sudden stiffness in Reo’s shoulders. He followed Reo’s line of sight, eyes landing on the man now stepping down toward them. There, standing in the VIP suite’s entrance in an immaculate dark suit, stood Mikage Daisuke, his father. Flanked by two suited assistants and wearing a lanyard that read Executive Partner – Mikage Corp, the man looked like he owned not just the room, but the entire stadium.

Because in some ways… he did.

The others went silent. Even Isagi stopped talking. All eyes flicked between the powerful stranger and Reo. His father’s eyes didn’t drift for even a second. They were locked on his son with unblinking sharpness.

“You didn’t think I’d be here?” he said, his tone flat but laced with disbelief. “At a World Cup event my company sponsors?” Reo didn’t answer. His throat was tight.

His father stepped further inside the suite. His polished shoes barely made a sound, but his presence filled the space like a storm cloud. “We poured billions into this event. Mikage Corp is behind the logistics, the hospitality, the broadcasting network, everything. You’d know that if you were still paying attention.”

Nagi stood still beside Reo, his pale eyes flickering between the two but remaining completely quiet. Just present. Reo hadn’t moved. His voice grew colder. “So imagine my surprise when I saw you here. No update. No follow-up. After you called me like a coward and said you were stepping away.”

Reo’s jaw tightened. “I’m not a coward,” he said quietly.

His father’s stare didn’t budge.

“Then what are you, Reo? A runaway? A lost boy? Sitting here playing tourist while your name still holds value in boardrooms you abandoned?”

Reo flinched like he’d been slapped.

A tense silence followed. Even the chatter outside the VIP box seemed quieter somehow. The others didn’t dare speak..not Kunigami, not Chigiri, not even loudmouthed Isagi. His father looked around briefly. His gaze landed on Nagi for a second, then flicked away as if assessing him and dismissing him just as fast.

“You want to know what I expected?” Reo’s father said, voice rising just slightly now, like pressure under control. “I expected you to stand up. To make something of yourself. Not vanish without direction. Not waste your time drifting across countries.”

Reo’s voice came low, but sure this time. “I needed space. Just once. I needed to figure out what I wanted.” His father raised a brow. “And have you figured that out?” he asked, cold. “Do you want to be a bum? Or just someone who chases whims and leaves responsibilities behind?”

Nagi still hadn’t said a word, but he leaned just a little closer to Reo. Not enough to draw attention. Just enough to let him know he wasn’t alone.

Reo didn’t look away.

“I don’t have all the answers,” he admitted. “But I know I’m not going to find them chained to your boardroom.”

His father eyes narrowed slightly. But he didn’t argue. Instead, he slowly adjusted his cufflinks and took a long breath.

“We’ll talk after the match,” he said finally, tone returning to that businesslike chill. “And I expect a proper explanation. Don’t make me regret flying out here.” He turned without waiting for a response, walking away as quickly as he had arrived. His assistants followed, leaving behind only silence.

As soon as the door closed behind him, the tension broke like a dam.

“Holy shit,” Isagi muttered. “Was that your dad?”

Reo let out a slow breath, his hands still clenched. “Yeah,” he said softly. “Unfortunately.” Barou gave a low whistle. “Tch. He walks like he owns the damn tournament.” “Well,” Kunigami shrugged. “Technically, he kind of does.”

Nagi didn’t say anything. He just gently touched Reo’s arm, barely a brush—but Reo turned slightly toward him, his expression a bit softer. He sighed and stared out at the pitch, voice barely above a whisper.

“He always shows up when I least want him to.”

The stadium lights buzzed above as the game roared back to life, but Reo could barely hear it. His fingers were clenched tightly around the railing. His father’s words kept echoing in his mind, louder than the cheers, sharper than the cold wind brushing past his face.

“Running away?”

“Fooling around in Paris?”

“This is what you do when our company is sponsoring the biggest football tournament in the world?”

He had tried to hold his ground earlier. But now… he couldn’t focus. Every pass on the field blurred in his vision. The crowd cheered as France narrowly missed a goal, but Reo didn’t even react. Chigiri noticed first. “Reo…” he said, nudging him gently. “Are you okay?”

Reo didn’t answer.

Kunigami, standing behind them, frowned. “You haven’t said a word since kickoff.” Reo finally blinked, realizing his hands were starting to ache from clenching too tightly. “I’m sorry. I just… I need a minute,” he muttered and stood.

Chigiri immediately followed him, worry written all over his face. “Wait up!” Kunigami stood, exchanging a quick glance with Nagi. The white-haired man hesitated for only a second before quietly getting up as well.

They found Reo pacing inside the corridor just beyond the VIP stands. His usually composed posture was slouched, hands buried in his coat pockets, shoulders tense. Chigiri reached him first. “Reo. Look at me,” he said softly.

Reo turned, eyes flicking from Chigiri to Kunigami, then to Nagi. “I couldn’t even say anything properly back there.”

“You froze up,” Kunigami said gently. “It happens. Your dad’s… intense.” Nagi stood silently, his eyes focused on Reo, sharp but soft. Not saying anything yet. Just waiting. Reo inhaled deeply, then exhaled with a shaky breath. “I can’t let him think I gave up on my life. Not this time. Not again.”

Chigiri nodded, stepping aside a little. “Then go. Say what you want to say.” Reo hesitated, but Nagi took a step forward. He didn’t say anything fancy. Just one word.

“Go.”

That was enough.

Reo spotted his father near the VIP lounge. Several people greeted him with nods of respect after all, he was the face of one of the biggest sponsors of the tournament.

“Father!” Reo called, louder than he meant to.

The older man turned, brows arched in surprise. “You’re still here?”

“I need to talk to you.”

“I don’t have time to entertain your tantrums right now,” his father snapped, voice low but biting. “I am here for business. You’re here pretending to be something you’re not. You don’t even know what you’re doing with your life.”

“I do,” Reo said, firmer now.

“Oh?” his father turned fully, arms crossed. “Then enlighten me, Reo. What’s this grand plan of yours after throwing away the company your ancestors built?”

Reo’s heartbeat pounded in his ears. But he spoke anyway. “I’m going to open a wedding planning business.” That made his father scoff out loud. “A what?”

“A business that helps people plan their most important day. I’ve been thinking about it for a while. Destination weddings. Custom packages. Events designed around stories. I want it to be beautiful. Thoughtful.”

“Sentimental nonsense.”

“No,” Reo said, his voice not shaking anymore. “I’ve met people who inspired me. I’ve seen the kind of joy I want to create. I’m not running away. I’m chasing something that’s mine.”

His father stared at him, unmoved. “You’ll regret this.” “I won’t,” Reo replied. “And if I do, I’ll take responsibility. But I won’t waste my life living yours.” For a long second, his father didn’t say anything. He just turned away. “Do as you wish. But don’t come crawling back when it crumbles.”

And with that, he walked away, disappearing down the hallway. Reo stood still for a moment, chest heaving. When he turned back, Nagi was there, waiting quietly. Chigiri and Kunigami stood a few steps behind him, watching with pride.

Nagi walked up to him and offered a faint, rare smile. “You sounded kind of cool.” Reo laughed quietly, his voice strained. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Then Nagi paused before adding, “…Let’s go back inside. France is winning.” Reo nodded, smiling despite himself. “Let’s go.”

As the four of them walked back through the VIP corridor toward the stands, the noise from the stadium gradually grew louder again, cheers, chants, drums. But none of it matched the quiet thunder still pulsing inside Reo’s chest.

He exhaled slowly, then let out a small laugh…not forced, not polite, but real. For the first time in a long while, something inside him felt… lighter.

They reached their seats again. Isagi, Niko, and Barou had all scooted aside to make room. Isagi turned to glance at Reo, scanning his expression with mild concern. 

“You good?” he asked. Reo didn’t answer right away. He looked around at the stadium, the blinding lights overhead, the way the French flag rippled like a flame in the air. Then he turned to his friends , Chigiri, Kunigami, Nagi…who’d stood by him without needing a reason. And something in his chest just opened.

“I feel free,” Reo said quietly, but sincerely. “Like I just dropped a thousand kilos off my back.”Chigiri smiled wide, relaxing for the first time since Reo had left. “Good,” he said, nudging him. “About damn time.” Kunigami nodded. “Proud of you, man. You didn’t just talk back… you stood up for what you want. That’s real courage.”

Niko raised an eyebrow, leaning in from the other row. “Wait, what did I miss? Did Reo just go full drama movie lead on us?” Isagi grinned. “Yeah, what happened? Did you punch someone?”

Reo laughed. “Not yet.”

“You look… different,” Isagi said after a pause, noticing the calmness in Reo’s posture. “Like you’re not carrying a whole empire on your shoulders anymore.”

Barou, who had been silently munching on snacks from a box between them, gave Reo a casual glance. “Hmph. Good for you”

That made the whole group chuckle.

Even Nagi, who had been standing quietly beside Reo, looked at him with that rare softness in his eyes. He leaned a little closer, voice low so the others couldn’t hear.

“You don’t have to hide anymore,” Nagi said.

Reo turned to him, heart skipping for a reason that had nothing to do with his father this time. “Yeah?” he murmured, a little smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Yeah.”

Before Reo could say more, the crowd suddenly erupted, France had scored. Fireworks shot into the air. Everyone stood up, cheering.

Reo stood too, but this time, not just to see the game.

He stood because he felt taller.

Lighter.

And maybe, finally, exactly where he was meant to be.

4 Days Later-

The morning light streamed gently through the arched glass ceiling of the station, casting golden stripes on the polished floor. Paris, still sleepy but elegant, seemed reluctant to say goodbye. Chigiri stood beside Reo near the platform, one hand tucked in his coat pocket, the other wrapped around a coffee cup. His red hair shimmered faintly as a breeze passed through the station.

It had been a beautiful week.

Paris wasn’t just a city this time… it had been a pause. A breath. A place where things shifted, softened. Where he let himself feel again. And where Kunigami showed up, not in the way he used to, blazing and bold, but steadier, quieter. Still rough around the edges. But different. Maybe growing.

“Leaving already, huh?”

Chigiri turned. Kunigami was walking toward them, hoodie on, a bag slung casually across his back. He held two takeaway coffees in his hand a familiar routine. He smiled  sheepish, but real and handed one to Chigiri without a word. The scent hit him immediately: the same blend he used to drink during their training camp days.

“Barely on time,” Chigiri said, a little stunned. “Sorry, Training continued longer then I thought” Kunigami said softly.

Reo gave them a knowing glance and stepped away slightly, checking their tickets and letting them have their space.

Chigiri sipped the coffee, then stared out at the platform, watching as the train arrived in the distance. For a few seconds, silence settled between them not awkward, just… unspoken things.“I’m glad we came here,” Chigiri finally said. “I didn’t realize how much I needed this trip.”

“Me too,” Kunigami replied, his voice lower now. “And… I’m glad I got to spend it with you. Even just a little.”

Chigiri turned toward him. “I was angry for a long time. But this week… it reminded me that not everything has to be perfect to matter.” Kunigami looked at him really looked. “I don’t expect everything to go back to how it was. But I want to be around when it starts to feel good again. If you’ll let me.”

Chigiri didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stepped forward, hugging him gently. It was warm, unhurried. His cheek brushed Kunigami’s shoulder, and for a second, it felt like no time had passed at all.

When they pulled apart, Chigiri gave him the softest smile he’d managed in days. “Don’t disappear again, Kunigami.”

“Not planning to, I’ll come back…will you wait for me?” he said, smile matching his.

Chigiri stood on his toes to give a kiss on his cheeks answering his question with the kiss. Kunigami looked like a tomato, he looked surprised, creasing his cheek that was just kissed.

Reo returned to their side, ready to board. Chigiri picked up his bag and walked with him to the train. Just before stepping inside, he turned back once more.

Kunigami was still there, hands in his hoodie pocket, watching them leave.

Chigiri raised his cup in a mock toast, lips quirking. Kunigami nodded back, and for the first time in a long while, there was no bitterness. Just… a beginning.

As the train rolled out of Gare du Nord, Chigiri leaned back in his seat, heart oddly light.

Paris hadn’t fixed everything.

But it had cracked something open… enough for something new to grow.

The clouds were low and gray when the train pulled into London Station, but the moment Reo stepped off, the familiar chill of London air brushed across his face like a quiet welcome home.

The buzz was different here  colder, more hurried than Paris. But somehow, it didn’t feel heavy this time. Chigiri tugged his suitcase behind him, scarf wrapped loosely around his neck. He took a slow breath, glancing around at the station. Then he smiled faintly.

“Back to the real world,” he said. Reo laughed. “Don’t say it like that. We make our own world, remember?”

“Right,” Chigiri said with a small nod. “Just… a different kind of magic now.”

They walked through the station quietly, their footsteps soft against the marble floor. Reo’s mind was still tangled in flashes of the Eiffel Tower, laughter echoing over late-night dinners, Nagi’s quiet presence beside him and most of all, the echo of his father’s voice when he told him: “I’ll be watching.”

But something had changed.

He wasn’t running anymore. He wasn’t hiding anymore.

As they stepped outside, Reo glanced at his phone. A message from Nagi blinked on the screen.

Nagi🦭:

You back?

Reo grinned and texted back.

Reo:

Yeah. Just reached. Did you finally unpack your bag or are your dirty socks still in your bag?

A few seconds later:

Nagi🦭:

Don’t judge my methods. It’s a hassle, I’ll just buy new socks

Chigiri leaned in. “Was that Nagi?”

“Who else would it be, everything is a hassle for him”

They both laughed.

They hailed a cab. Reo and chigiri were headed to their flat in London, “Are you okay?” Chigiri asked as they rode through the city, past rainy windows and quiet red buses.

Reo nodded after a moment. “Yeah. Actually… I think I am.” Chigiri looked at him for a long moment, then smiled. “Good. You deserve to be.” The car turned a corner, the London Eye just barely visible through the mist in the distance.

“What about you?” Reo asked. “How are you holding up? After… everything.”

Chigiri paused. “I’m still figuring it out. Paris helped. Seeing Kunigami again… it wasn’t easy. But it wasn’t as painful as I thought it would be. Maybe that’s something. He even asked me to wait for him…”

Reo smiled. “That’s definitely something.”

“Hey… thanks for being there. For dragging me on that trip.” Chigiri said Reo gave a small grin. “Anytime, Chii-chan.” Chigiri snorted. “Call me that again and I’ll personally kick you back to Paris.”

Reo laughed, hand over his heart. “Understood.” The door closed with a soft click behind him.

Inside, Reo dropped his bags and stood still for a moment, looking around his flat. It felt different now. Not empty  but full of quiet potential. He walked over to his desk, pulled out a notebook, and opened to a blank page.

At the top, in bold, confident letters, he wrote:

Velvet Bloom/ Reo and Reverie/ Eterno by Reo.– London
And underneath that:

Step 1: Dream it.

Step 2: Build it.

Step 3: Share it with someone you love.

The next day

London’s skies were grey, a thin drizzle misting the glass of the car window as Reo leaned his forehead against it. Chigiri sat beside him in comfortable silence, both of them quietly soaking in the calm after everything they had experienced in Paris.

They returned back from Chigiri’s botique, the familiar scent of sandalwood air freshener and freshly brewed tea greeted them. Reo dropped his bags near the door and slumped onto the couch.

After a moment, he looked up and said, “I’ve been freeloading off you for a whole month now.”

Chigiri gave him a small smirk, setting down the mugs on the coffee table. “You say that like you’ve been mooching food and begging for rent.”

“I basically have,” Reo said with a light laugh. “Even though I’ve paid for every takeout and restocked your fridge more than once.” Chigiri sat down, crossing his legs. “You needed time. You left a job, stood up to your father, decided to follow your dream honestly, if you didn’t crash here for a bit, I’d be worried.”

“I appreciate it,” Reo murmured, eyes soft. “But it’s time. I’ve got enough saved up. My shares, some investments… I’m not poor. I think I’m ready to find my own place now.”

Chigiri nodded. “You sure?”

“Yeah. I want a fresh start. I want a place where I can plan the business. Maybe some office place? Something with charm… and a decent staff room.” Chigiri chuckled. “If you need help house hunting and space for office, just say it.”

”Should I just purchase space near your boutique?” Reo said teasing Chigiri, “Sure… I mean a commercial space is available, I read it in a notice maybe check that out, I’ll send the address. It’s centre of city so the price will be high.”

Reo smiled and shook his head, “I’ll check that out, I mean nothing I can’t handle, But my living situation and I might need someone to stop me from buying the first penthouse I fall in love with.” He opened his phone and typed a quick message to Nagi:

Reo:

hey. i’m going to check out some apartments and place for my office this weekend. wanna come with me? could use your company…

He hit send and leaned back. The quiet hum of the city filtered in through the window. It felt like the beginning of something new.

The sky over London was patchy with clouds, sunlight slipping in between them like lazy streaks of gold. Reo stood outside a posh residential building in Kensington, flipping through listings on his phone, when he heard soft footsteps behind him. “Yo,” Nagi said, hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets, hair slightly tousled, eyes half-lidded as usual.

“You actually came,” Reo blinked, surprised. “You said you’d be stressed,” Nagi shrugged. “Figured you’d want someone boring around to balance out your energy.”

Reo chuckled, “You’re not boring. You’re… calm.”

“That’s just a fancy way of saying boring.”

They entered the building together, greeted by a realtor with a too-bright smile. Reo walked confidently through the hallway while Nagi lazily trailed behind, quietly observing, occasionally tugging on Reo’s sleeve if something looked odd. The first place had high ceilings, a ridiculous number of mirrors, and floors so shiny Reo nearly slipped.

“Nope,” Nagi said, simply. “You’re not even the one living here,” Reo laughed. “Still. It’s got serial killer vibes.”

By the third listing, they were standing in a brownstone apartment in Notting Hill. Wooden floors, large arched windows, a cozy living space with a reading nook, and a small balcony overlooking a narrow cobblestone street. The kitchen had potential—Reo could already imagine floral arrangements on the island, a tasting table near the window, whiteboards with wedding plans.

Nagi watched Reo quietly as he walked around, touching counters, looking out windows, measuring corners with his arms. “You like this one,” Nagi murmured. Reo turned to him, surprised. “How do you know?”

“You stopped talking.”

Reo blinked, then smiled. “Yeah. I think I do.” They stepped out onto the balcony, the afternoon sun brushing gold over Reo’s hair. He looked peaceful, and for the first time in weeks, grounded. “I could see myself starting over here,” Reo said quietly.

Nagi leaned on the railing next to him, eyes on the street below. “Then do it.” Reo turned to him. “Thanks for coming today. I really needed this.”Nagi yawned. “You owe me food.” 

Reo smirked. “I was going to say the same, but first we need to check the commercial space for office.” As they left the building, Reo reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He texted Chigiri.

Reo:

Found the one. And yes, Nagi helped. It is perfect Chigiri!!!! Now we are going to check your place.

Chigiri replied almost instantly.

Chigiri 🦊:

I expect an invitation from you ASAP or I won’t help with moving

Reo smiled as he tucked his phone away, walking alongside Nagi toward the underground station. Replying to Chigiri teasing.

“Hey,” Reo said softly, “wanna help me decorate once I move in?” Nagi raised an eyebrow. “You mean lie around while you do everything and then complain about the curtains?”

“Exactly.”

Nagi gave a slow nod. “Sounds like a plan.”

Mikage Corporation Headquarters

Reo made a trip back to Japan to settle things with his father once and for all. The skyline was as sharp and glittering as Reo remembered, but the looming tower of Mikage Corp felt heavier this time. Not because of fear, because of finality.

He sat across from his father in the glass-walled boardroom. A large leather folder sat between them, filled with outlines, projections, vendor contracts, and the first drafts of branding for Mikage Wedding Atelier.

Reo had rehearsed this moment a hundred times in his head. Still, his father’s cold eyes made it feel like he was a child again, fumbling over excuses. “This is the full blueprint,” Reo said, sliding the folder forward. “Venue partnerships, pricing models, investment sources. I’ve done the math. I’ve done everything.”

His father didn’t move at first. Then he opened the file and flipped through the pages with clinical detachment, fingers tapping the table. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and sharp. “You really plan to waste your skills and name arranging flowers and choreographing dances for strangers?”

“It’s not a waste to help people create memories they’ll keep forever,” Reo replied. His tone was respectful, but unshaken. “I want something of my own. Something meaningful. I’m not running away. I’m building something.”

His father shut the folder with a thud.

“I never thought the heir of Mikage Corp would abandon everything so easily,” he said, standing up. “You had power. Legacy. Prestige.”

Reo stood too. “I didn’t abandon anything. I earned what I have. And I’ll earn this, too.”

A muscle twitched in his father’s jaw. For a moment, he simply stared at Reo, unreadable. Then, his expression shifted, stern, but no longer impassive.

“I don’t approve,” he said. “But I see you won’t back down. I suppose I should’ve expected this the moment you walked away.” He took a step closer, and his voice dropped, steel lacing every syllable.

“But listen to me, Reo. Don’t think this is over.”

His eyes narrowed.

“If you fail, if this business falls apart, even once , I will drag you back. And I’ll make sure you never live peacefully within Mikage Corp again. Not as an employee. Not even as a shareholder. You’ll be a ghost in your own legacy.”

The air tightened between them.

But Reo didn’t flinch.

He simply nodded once. “Then I won’t fail.”

Later That Night – Mikage Estate

The house was quiet, and softer somehow. His mother had prepared a full dinner, but Reo barely touched his plate. She sat across from him, watching him with kind eyes, her fingertips gently curled around a porcelain teacup.

“I’m proud of you, Reo,” she said softly.

Reo’s shoulders lowered. “Even if Dad isn’t?”

“He’s a hard man to please,” she said, smiling faintly. “But you…my son, you’ve grown into someone strong. Someone who wants to make people happy. That’s something to be proud of.”

He smiled, almost tearfully. “Thanks, Mom.”

When they hugged at the front gate, she pressed a small envelope into his hand. “For your new home. Something from me. Don’t open it till you land.”

Reo blinked. “You didn’t have to—”

“I wanted to,” she said. “Go, Reo. Live your life.”

London

The morning was unusually quiet.

The flat, once filled with lazy breakfast chatter and late-night brainstorming, now echoed softly with the clink of boxes and the shuffle of feet. Reo stood in the middle of the living room, a place that had become his temporary home for the past month. His duffle bag was zipped, the last of the boxes stacked neatly near the door.

Chigiri walked out of the kitchen with two mugs of coffee, handing one silently to Reo. The two stood side by side, staring at the space in front of them, familiar, warm, and now… fading.

“I still remember your first day here,” Chigiri said quietly, sipping his coffee.

Reo gave a soft laugh. “Yeah, I showed up like a stray cat, remember?”

“You were more like a lost peacock,” Chigiri teased with a small grin.

They both chuckled, but then the silence returned, heavy this time.

“You really helped me,” Reo said, voice low. “I didn’t know what I was doing… quitting my job, running away from my father, chasing a dream I hadn’t even figured out properly. But you let me stay without a single question.”

Chigiri’s eyes softened. “You needed space to breathe. You deserved that. Besides, you’re my best friend.”

Reo smiled, eyes glinting with unshed emotion. “Still… I imposed on you. For a whole month. Rent-free. Eating your snacks, hogging your couch.”

Chigiri rolled his eyes fondly. “You were healing, Reo. And you’re always welcome here. Always.”

They shared a quiet moment, before Chigiri nudged his shoulder. “Come on, let’s get your royal boxes into your fancy new flat.”

It wasn’t a mansion. Not like his family’s. It was a small house. But it was Reo’s own space. Bright windows, a balcony, a cozy kitchen. Everything inside was new, but it was his. He stood in the middle of the living room, taking it in, letting the quiet hum of freedom settle in his chest.

Chigiri placed the last box down and stretched his back. “Not bad. You’ll need plants though.”

Reo gave a soft chuckle. “And a toaster. And maybe a real bed.”

“You’ll manage.”

“I think I will,” Reo said.

That Weekend – London, Shoreditch Market

Nagi met up with Reo near a food truck, his silver hair barely covered by a hoodie, his posture as slouched and sleepy as ever.

“You’re late,” Reo said, handing him a bubble tea.

“I was up editing player data,” Nagi mumbled, sipping it slowly. “Your housed done shifting? Sorry I couldn’t help, a meeting came up…”

Reo nodded. “It’s okay! Chigiri helped me. Now just placing the items and decorating the place. I want to purchase few things for the house. Let’s go.”

They wandered together through the market. Nagi paused to inspect weird ceramic mugs while Reo admired sketchbooks and wedding inv itation designs. They talked…about nothing and everything.

At a quiet corner, Nagi turned to him. “So… business plans?”

Reo shrugged. “Slow. I’ve been contacting, venues, vendors, licenses. It’s a lot, but… exciting.”

“You’ll do it,” Nagi said simply.

Reo blinked. “You really think so?”

Nagi looked at him with that steady gaze. “You were really serious when you wanted something.”

They ended the day watching the sunset from a park bench, holding bags in both their hands, they arrive at Reo’s home. They had dinner now just lazing around.

Reo’s laptop on his knees, Nagi playing some puzzle game on his phone beside him. No words needed, just quiet companionship.

The weekday passed quickly, Reo spending most of his time sketching out ideas on the whiteboard he had just installed in his new home, half of it still unfurnished, the other half strewn with notepads, fabric swatches, Pinterest boards, and an endless supply of color-coded markers.

It was Saturday when he finally dropped everything and texted:

Reo:

Free today? Café near Hyde Park? 

Nagi🦭:

Ugh. No, it’s a hassle

Reo:

I have those melon bread you can’t buy in London.

Nagi🦭:

… I’ll be there in 30.

Hyde Park Café –

Nagi showed up with a hoodie too big for him and headphones around his neck. He slouched into the chair across from Reo like the weight of the world had followed him from his flat. “You look like you barely made it out of bed,” Reo teased, sipping his coffee.

“I didn’t,” Nagi replied, grabbing a fork and stabbing the pancakes that were already waiting on the table for him. Reo grinned and pulled out his tablet. “So. Listen to this…what if I created wedding packages based on city themes? Like Paris elopement sets, Tuscany garden weddings, Tokyo minimalism…”

Nagi blinked at him mid-bite. “You’re… creating like package? Why not just let customer decide?”

“But I need to have ideas before… sometime they don’t know what they want.” Reo leaned forward, eyes sparkling. “This isn’t just for show anymore, Nagi. I want to build something so I don’t just copy someone you know like those fake sets.”

Nagi swallowed slowly, then shrugged. “Sounds good. As long as I don’t have to wear a suit and fake a marriage.”

Reo laughed. “You might have to if I drag you to help me with photoshoots.”

Nagi narrowed his eyes. “Reconsidering this friendship.”

Reo’s living room was now semi-decent, and that Saturday, he invited Nagi over to test mock setups. There were wedding catalogs, flower vases, and even a rented arch from a local vendor sitting in his hallway.

Nagi stood with his hands in his pockets, looking at the fake wedding altar. “So… who’s getting married?”

“You,” Reo deadpanned. “To your ambition.”

“Ugh.”

They rearranged flower arrangements while Reo played music in the background, soft jazz with a touch of indie and Nagi took a photo of Reo mid-focus, crouched by a pastel bouquet, eyebrows scrunched.

Later, as they ate instant ramen on the floor, Nagi finally spoke. “You’re actually pulling this off.”

Reo looked up. “Think so?”

“Yeah. You’ve got that annoying spark in your eyes again.”

Reo chuckled. “Coming from you, I’ll take that as the highest compliment.”

They continued taking sample pictures for the wedding ideas. Nagi and Reo both were exhausted by the end of the day, Nagi didn’t have to but he still helped Reo, 
Reo appreciated the effort Nagi put in for him, this couple of days when Reo talked with Nagi he understood Nagi better, he know Nagi found everything a hassle but he didn’t complain when Reo asked for favour.

Why…

Chapter Text

Bastard München Youth Academy –13 Years Ago

Alexis Ness hadn’t meant to get lost on his first day at Bastard München. But the building was a maze of identical hallways, all chrome and shadows. His cleats squeaked as he turned another sharp corner, then stopped short.

A group of older players stood at the end of the hall, and at the center of them all was him.
Michael Kaiser. He stood tall, platinum-blond hair under the fluorescent lights, barking out orders like he owned the place. His voice cut through the air, confident and dismissive.

Then his eyes flicked to Ness.

“You. Magenta curls. You’re not just standing there, are you?” Ness blinked. “I was—uh—looking for Training Hall B?” Kaiser raised a brow, then rolled his eyes. “Follow me. Try not to get lost again.”

They didn’t become friends instantly. Kaiser didn’t do friends. He was a storm. Uncompromising. Loud. Self-centered. But Ness had something most didn’t, he could keep up with him. On the field, he understood Kaiser’s tempo better than anyone. He filled in the gaps. Got the rhythm. Learned to serve Kaiser’s brilliance without being swallowed by it.

Their synergy was flawless.

They were each other’s first real connection. Though Kaiser would never say it, Ness was his first friend. And Ness knew, deep down, Kaiser was his. Even if neither of them used the word. They slept together in the same dorm room, ate together, bath together, even dyed their hair together, they were inseparable.  

Alexis Ness over the decade fell in love with Michael Kaiser, but he was too much of a coward to admit so he silently stayed by his side, obeying every word came out of Kaiser’s mouth. Ness love was unrequited. But he didn’t mind. As long as he could stay with Kaiser and help him become the best player in the world.

Back to present-

The World Cup was everything they had trained for. Kaiser was the name on every headline, every interview, every photo. But Ness was the shadow beside him…steady, silent, essential.

Until the day he wasn’t.

A single assist. Miscalculated. Intercepted.

Germany lost.

Both standing in middle of a hotel hallway the day after the match, Ness couldn’t meet Kaiser’s eyes, he knew Kaiser was furious because he lost. Kaiser’s voice, laced with fury, boomed in German.

“Ernsthaft, wenn du so spielst, solltest du einfach aufhören! Du ruinierst alles!”

(Seriously, if you play like that, you should just quit! You ruin everything!)

Ness flinched. “Kaiser, I—”

“Du hast uns das Spiel gekostet, Ness. Dein Pass war Müll. Du willst mit mir spielen, aber du bist nicht gut genug.”

(You cost us the game, Ness. That pass was garbage. You want to play with me, but you’re not good enough.)

Ness’s voice trembled. “I didn’t ask for help. I was trying to fix it. I thought that was what you needed.”

Kaiser stepped in, voice like a blade.

“Wenn du nicht besser wirst, kannst du gleich aufhören. Du ziehst mich runter.”

(If you don’t improve, just quit already. You’re dragging me down.)

Ness just nodded, the burn in his chest worse than anything he’d ever felt on a pitch. He didn’t cry. Ness saw some purple hair guy and tall white hair guy meddling in, stopping Kaiser, Alexis Ness couldn’t process what was going on so he just stood there taking every insult Kaiser throwing at him, he couldn’t look up when Kaiser left the hallway.

The hallway echoed for a few seconds after he walked away. Kaiser remained still inside his hotel room 

Silence.

And beneath that silence, something sharp.

Not anger.

Not yet.

Just that quiet burn of knowing you crossed a line, but being too proud to take it back. He leaned against the wall, ran a hand through his hair, and exhaled.

“You ruin everything.”

“You’re not good enough.”

“You’re dragging me down.”

The words played back in his head, over and over, like a match highlight reel set to the wrong soundtrack. They were cruel. Too cruel. Even for him. But in that moment, when Germany lost, when the world expected him to carry them and he didn’t…he needed someone to blame.

And Ness was there.

The quiet one. The only one who never questioned his arrogance. The only one who didn’t treat him like a god.nThat should’ve been enough.

It was enough.

Until Kaiser panicked. He went straight to the training gym after that. Not to see anyone. Not to cool off. To sweat it out. He locked the doors behind him, blasted the floodlights, and took every ball out of the bin. One by one, he launched them into the net, his strikes echoing like gunshots off the empty walls.

It didn’t help.

The rage wasn’t going away. And it wasn’t aimed at Ness anymore. Not really. It was aimed at himself. Because the truth Kaiser wouldn’t say out loud, not to anyone, not even to himself, was that,

He needed Ness.

He needed the way Ness looked at the field with quiet focus. The way he always knew exactly where Kaiser would be. The way he passed, not just to help him win, but to trust him. And Kaiser had broken that.

Why?

Because he’d felt weak. Because he’d made one mistake. And in Michael Kaiser’s world, mistakes weren’t allowed. He was the genius. The prodigy. The one who didn’t need anyone. So when he realized just how much Ness meant to him, how much he relied on him, something inside him panicked.

And instead of pulling him closer…

He shoved him away.

Kaiser sat on the bench now, drenched in sweat. His chest rising and falling fast. His throat dry. He stared at the floor for a long time.

Just him. With his thoughts. He remembered things he didn’t want to remember. How Ness once tied his cleats before a game without a word, just because Kaiser had a sprained wrist. How he’d stayed up late watching replays just to help fix Kaiser’s angles the next morning. How he’d never once tried to take credit for their wins, even when he deserved to.

That was the person Kaiser had told to quit.

He rubbed his hands together, restless. He couldn’t apologize. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Because an apology meant saying, I was wrong. And worse than that…it meant admitting he was scared.

Scared of needing someone.

Scared of being seen.

Scared of losing control.

So he sat there in the dark, pretending it didn’t matter. Pretending he was fine. Pretending Ness didn’t take something with him when he walked away. But deep down, Michael Kaiser knew… He didn’t just lose the game. He lost the one person who made him human.

The sun was bright, but the air was cold.

The German national team had gathered early on the pitch for pre-match drills. Cleats clicked against concrete. Balls skidded across the grass. Coaches barked instructions in clipped, efficient tones.

Michael Kaiser stood at the center of it all.

Polished. Composed. Ready. But the first thing he noticed wasn’t the tactics board.

It was that Alexis Ness didn’t look at him.

Not once.

Ness was on the far side of the field, stretching with Grim, Kunigami and a few of the other midfielders. His curls bounced slightly as he jogged in place, warming up. His eyes were focused, his form perfect, but his expression unreadable.

Kaiser watched him out of the corner of his eye. Not openly. Not obviously. Just… enough to notice. Ness laughed at something Grim said. It wasn’t loud. Barely audible. But the sound hit harder than it should have.

For a second, Kaiser’s chest clenched.

He looked away. The drill began. Simple triangle passing. Possession retention. Movement off the ball. Ness flowed through it with ease, light on his feet, sharp in his decisions, smooth as always. Except for one thing.

He didn’t speak to Kaiser.

Not once.

Not unless he had to.

“Behind you,” he said once, curtly, when Kaiser was about to receive a press. “Switch left,” he muttered during a rotation.

But that was it.

No banter. No eye contact. No nods. No usual silent understanding. And it shouldn’t have mattered.

But it did.

Kaiser felt it like a bruise under his ribs.“Kunigami, with me,” Ness said during a 5v5 transition drill. Kaiser heard it. Felt it. He wasn’t used to being ignored. Not by teammates. Not by the world. And especially not by him.

He kept it cool, of course. He always did. His passes were flawless. His movements sharp.

But his thoughts?

Noisy.

Why’s he avoiding me? We’re professionals.

We’re here to win. This silence is childish.

This isn’t personal. It’s football.

…Right?

He glanced across the field again.

Ness was giving instructions to the younger players. Calm, measured. He looked more like a vice-captain than ever. And somehow, that made it worse.

Breaktime

Kaiser walked over to the cooler, grabbed a bottle, and caught Ness walking past. They brushed shoulders. Barely. Ness didn’t stop. Didn’t say anything. Didn’t even glance at him. That was when Kaiser snapped, not outwardly, not yet, but in his chest.

He turned slightly, voice low, private. “You’re still pissed?” Ness stopped. Looked at him for the first time that day. His magenta eyes were calm…too calm.

“I’m not pissed,” he said. “I’m just focused.” Kaiser stared at him. “You’re avoiding me.”

“I’m not,” Ness said plainly. “We’re training, aren’t we?”

“That’s not how you usually act.”

“That’s because things aren’t how they usually are,” Ness said, then took his water and walked away. Kaiser stood there, stunned into silence. It wasn’t a fight. It wasn’t a rejection. It was worse than that. It was indifference. Kaiser walked back to the pitch with his jaw tight, stomach twisted in a way he didn’t have a name for. He’d broken teammates before. Mentally, emotionally. He knew how to push people past their limits.

But Ness had never needed pushing. And now he wasn’t cracking.He was just gone. Still here. Still brilliant. But Kaiser could feel it….something vital between them had been severed. And for the first time in a long time… Michael Kaiser didn’t know how to fix it.

Michael Kaiser hated clubs.

The noise. The lights. The sweating strangers trying to act like they belonged in his world. It was all a performance, the kind he had no patience for.

But tonight?

Tonight, he needed to not think. Not think about the silent glances Ness didn’t give him. Not think about how empty training had felt. Not think about how bad it actually hurt. So he came here.

“La Nuit Blanche..”

It was a place where the elite bled quietly in private,  no cameras, no leaks, no consequences. Just music, alcohol, and secrets shared under neon light. Kaiser sat in the VIP corner, slouched into the leather couch, drink in hand. Whiskey, neat. No fruit, no ice. His second glass already. His third was on the way.

The bass pulsed like a second heartbeat in his skull. He’d removed his jacket, shirt collar undone, his hair a little messier than usual. His gaze was vacant as he swirled his glass. The burn in his chest wasn’t from the alcohol. Kaiser was hit by a women, she came to his table, asked if he was alone, Kaiser curtly replied to leave him alone, the girl was sad to leave but left him alone, soon after another man walked up to him.

“Yo~! Look who’s brooding alone!”

Kaiser blinked slowly.

Shidou Ryusei.

Paris X Gen’s striker, walking chaos. Shirt half-unbuttoned, lips curved into that obnoxious, sharp-toothed grin. Behind him, less amused, was Itoshi Sae, sleek in black, drink in hand, expression unreadable.

Kaiser didn’t respond. He took another sip.

Shidou flopped down next to him uninvited, tossing an arm over the back of the booth. “Didn’t think you’d be the type to sulk in the dark. What, heartbreak?” Kaiser rolled his eyes. “Don’t you have someone to bother with your lack of volume control?”

Shidou grinned wider. “You were sitting here like a kicked dog. Can’t ignore that.”

Sae remained standing, sipping slowly, eyes flicking between them with mild boredom. Kaiser muttered, “Didn’t expect to see you two getting along.” Sae shrugged. “We don’t.”

“Owww come on now Sae-chan” Shidou added. “Don’t be mean like that.”

They talked. Kind of. Kaiser gave one-word answers. Shidou laughed too loud. Sae said almost nothing.

Then the subject turned…

“Hey,” Shidou said suddenly, tilting his head with a smirk. “That little midfielder of yours. Alexis, or whatever. Haven’t seen him around much. He finally got tired of licking your boots?”

Kaiser didn’t look at him.

Shidou chuckled. “I mean…he’s talented, sure. But kind of a glass doll, yeah? Looks like he’d cry if you yelled too hard.”

And just like that Glass shattered. Kaiser’s voice was quiet.Deadly.

“Shut your trap.”

Shidou raised a brow. “Ooh? Sensitive topic?”

“I’m serious.” Kaiser’s stare was ice. “Don’t say a single word about him.” Even Sae raised an eyebrow, finally interested.

Shidou blinked, then leaned forward slowly, grin widening with the scent of blood. “Damn. Didn’t know you had it that bad. Thought you were just using him to score.”

Kaiser stood. The booth creaked behind him. He didn’t say anything else. He didn’t have to. Shidou had a habit of poking at raw nerves…but this one hit deeper than expected.

Kaiser’s fists were clenched. His jaw tight. He walked out. The night air hit like a slap. Colder than the club. Colder than his chest.

Kaiser didn’t know if he was angry at Shidou… or himself. For letting Ness get under his skin like this. For being weak enough to care.

His thoughts were spinning. His blood boiling. He’d come here to forget. Instead, he remembered everything.

The silence at practice.

The way Ness had said, “That’s because things aren’t how they usually are.”

The look in his eyes. Kaiser shoved his hands in his pockets, head down, stumbling slightly from the alcohol.

He had a match in two days. But all he could think about was the space beside him where Ness used to be. And how empty it felt without him. Nothing had worked. Not the music. Not the alcohol. Not even watching Shidou Ryusei make an idiot of himself in front of Itoshi Sae could distract him.

Ness.

His name still echoed inside Kaiser’s head like a curse. The silence between them today had been suffocating. Ness training with Grim like he didn’t even exist. No glance. No nod. Not even a brush of acknowledgment.

Kaiser watched the streets leaning from the wall, waiting for uber to pick him up, since it was a weekend it was rush hour.

That’s when he heard heels clicking. A voice followed. “Leaving already, superstar?” In German the voice said.

Kaiser turned, 

A girl who was standing by the exit. The one who hit on him earlier. She’d clearly followed him out. Still dressed like the goddess of mischief in her blood-red silk dress, hair artfully tossed by the wind, heels biting the cobblestones like stilettos on a runway.

“Persistent, huh,” Kaiser muttered, leaning back against the wall. She smiled, unfazed. “I saw you needed air. Thought I’d join.” “I’m not in the mood,” he said again, voice flat. “I’m not asking for romance,” she replied, moving closer. “I don’t even want your number.”

Kaiser rolled his eyes. “Then what do you want?”

She leaned in, way too close. “Just one night with Michael Kaiser. That’s enough of a story for my diary.”

“Not interested.”

“I’m Louisa Kruger,” she said smoothly, like he hadn’t spoken. “Daughter of Friedhelm Kruger. You know, the construction magnate who practically owns Frankfurt?”

Kaiser looked away, unfazed. “Don’t care.” She laughed softly, clearly enjoying the chase. “You don’t strike me as someone who cares about anything.”

“You’re wrong,” he muttered under his breath. She didn’t hear him. Instead, she stepped in again, pressing a hand lightly to his chest. “You’ve got eyes that scream for distraction, Kaiser. I’m just offering an outlet.”

“I already said no.”

But she didn’t move. Her hand lingered. The way she leaned in looked far too intimate for someone he barely knew.

Click.

A camera flash.

Click. Click.

From across the street, behind a half-lowered car window. Someone hiding in shadows. Probably a rich guest’s driver with a side hustle.

Kaiser didn’t see it. He just muttered “Goodnight,” brushed past Louisa, and walked down the sidewalk alone. He needed to sleep off the ache in his head. The ache in his chest would take longer.

The ringing woke him.

Kaiser groaned, rolling over in bed, head pounding like someone had slammed a door inside his skull.

He glanced at the screen,

Noel Noa.

Third missed call.

He called him again , Kaiser finally answered, voice hoarse.

“…What.”

“What the hell were you thinking?”

Kaiser flinched and winced at the sheer volume. “What’re you talking about?”

“Check your damn phone.”

Kaiser rubbed his temple, pulled his phone closer—and froze.

Hundreds of unread messages. Mentions. Notifications from every platform he had. Team group chats. Sponsors. Journalists.

Then Noa’s message popped up.

One link.

Kaiser tapped it.

BREAKING: MICHAEL KAISER SEEN WITH MYSTERY WOMAN OUTSIDE CELEBRITY NIGHTCLUB—ROMANCE DURING WORLD CUP SEASON?

And below it, the photos:

One where she was whispering near his ear, almost touching his face and Kaiser looked dead-eyed and exhausted, leaning against the wall like he didn’t care if the world burned.

He stared at them. It looked bad. Worse than bad. It looked exactly like the kind of scandal he never let himself fall into.

“You have a World Cup in 48 hours,” Noa growled. “Germany’s golden boy caught outside a club with some heiress at midnight? You think that’s going to fly?” 

Kaiser sat up in bed, phone shaking slightly in his hand. “Nothing happened.”

“No one cares!” Noa shouted. “You think media is gonna believe that after those pictures?”

Ness.

Would he think…? Would he even care? Kaiser didn’t even remember what her last name was. Didn’t ask. Didn’t touch her. He literally said no.

And yet, he was caught. Framed by angle and timing. A single moment captured by a stranger’s camera now defining him. He hung up. For a long moment, Kaiser sat there in silence. Phone in his hand. Article burning into his eyes.

Morning light filtered through the hotel curtains in soft gold. The German team had the day off from tactical meetings—just physical training in the afternoon…but Alexis Ness had been awake since 6 AM.

He was always like this before a big match. Quiet. Focused. Controlled.

His morning routine was methodical…stretching, a cold shower, black coffee, and then reading the news on his tablet. Usually it was world headlines or football analytics.

But today, something else caught his eye. It was Micheal Kaiser name trending.

“GERMAN STRIKER MICHAEL KAISER SPOTTED OUTSIDE CLUB WITH MYSTERY WOMAN — DISTRACTION AHEAD OF ENGLAND MATCH?”

Ness’s chest tightened. He clicked. His hand froze midair as the photos loaded. There he was, Kaiser…outside a club at midnight, looking disheveled and detached, with a woman’s hand pressed against him. Her mouth near his ear. The closeness was unmistakable. And the caption beneath it burned like acid.

“An exclusive source reveals the woman is the daughter of a wealthy businessman, known for partying with Europe’s elite. The two were seen leaving the club together late at night. Could love be in the air for Germany’s striker?”

Ness didn’t even realize he was holding his breath until it escaped in a sharp exhale. His fingers trembled slightly as he placed the tablet face down on the desk.

He stared at the wall.

But his mind was spiraling.

What did he expect?

He had stopped speaking to Kaiser. Barely looked at him at practice. Of course there was someone else.

Still… it felt like being kicked in the ribs. He remembered every conversation they’d had in the past month. How Kaiser leaned on him. How he used to smile…only for Ness.

How he would nudge his shoulder after goals, flick his hair when he was being smug, say things like “You’re my favourite” when no one was around.

Was that all just…

Temporary?

A phase?

Some team-chemistry thing that didn’t mean anything off the field? Ness stood, walked to the window, and gripped the sill so tightly his knuckles turned white.

He shouldn’t care. He really shouldn’t. They weren’t anything official. Kaiser never said it. Ness never asked. It was one sided after all…

They were nothing.

Ness told himself it was fine. That it didn’t matter.

He’d focus on the France match. He’d play his best. He’d keep ignoring Kaiser just like he had been.

But…

Something inside him cracked a little.

His phone buzzed.

A message from Grim:

“Yo, you see the Kaiser scandal?? 😂 Man’s a walking headline.”

He didn’t reply.

The sun hung high over the training ground, its rays sharp, cutting through the cool wind of the English countryside. The German national team was split into small groups for drills, passing patterns, midfield presses, shooting cycles.

Alexis Ness was working with Grim, Birkenstock, and Kunigami eyes locked on the ball, movements precise and focused. His passes were clean, sharp. But there was something colder in the way he played today.

He didn’t smile. Didn’t talk unless absolutely necessary. And most notably…he didn’t even glance at Michael Kaiser. From across the pitch, Kaiser noticed.

Every time he passed by Ness’s side, during water breaks or drill switches, Ness turned away, talking to Grim or adjusting his laces. When Noa paired them briefly for a possession drill, Ness spoke only one word the entire three-minute round,

“Here,” as he passed the ball to Kaiser without looking him in the eye.

Kaiser’s jaw clenched. He wasn’t used to this. Not from Ness. They used to be tethered. Kaiser would yell, Ness would reply in sync. They’d read each other with a glance, share a smirk after each successful link-up. Ness had always been the quiet type—but never like this.

Now, it was like he didn’t exist.

During shooting practice, Kaiser missed two clean strikes. The second one clanged off the crossbar so hard that Noa looked up from his clipboard with a raised eyebrow.

Kaiser ran a hand through his hair, annoyed, and waved off Grim when he offered a comment. He hated this. Hated the noise in his head.

Hated that the only thing he could hear louder than his own heartbeat was the echo of Ness’s silence. They were walking off the pitch after cooldowns when Kaiser decided to try.

Ness had just grabbed his water bottle from the bench, towel draped around his neck, about to walk past him and head towards the locker room.

Alexis Ness had just finished changing out of his practice kit when he heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps behind him.

He didn’t have to turn. He already knew who it was.

Michael Kaiser.

The air shifted. The atmosphere in the locker room thickened with tension. Ness continued wiping sweat from his neck with his towel, not sparing him a glance.

Kaiser leaned casually against the locker beside him, arms folded across his chest, that usual smug expression tugging at his lips. “You’ve got a hell of a way of pretending I don’t exist, Ness.”

Ness didn’t respond.

Kaiser’s voice broke the quiet.

“You read it, didn’t you?” he said, casual, like he was talking about the weather. “The article.” Ness didn’t look up. “Which one?”

Kaiser gave a breath of amusement. “Don’t play dumb. The one where I’m apparently having an ‘affair’ with some heiress outside a club.”

A pause.

Ness’s hands slowed, but he kept his focus on the tape. “…I saw it.” Kaiser stepped closer, pulling the towel from around his neck and tossing it aside.

“For the record, I didn’t even touch her. She wouldn’t stop talking. Said she was the daughter of some hotel tycoon or royal something… I didn’t care enough to listen.” His voice tilted smug. “Not my type.”

Ness didn’t answer.

Kaiser clicked his tongue. “Anyway, nothing happened. Just bad timing and one very persistent girl. Paparazzi got lucky.”

He waited, expecting a reaction. None came. Ness stood, placing the last of the tape in the bin and grabbing his water bottle.

Still calm, still quiet.

“I don’t need an explanation,” Ness said, finally meeting Kaiser’s eyes. His tone was neutral. “It’s not my business what you do when you’re not on the pitch.” Kaiser raised a brow. “Tch. I know it’s not. But I figured you’d appreciate the truth.”

Ness exhaled slowly, his expression unreadable. “It doesn’t change anything.” Kaiser smirked. “So you were upset.”

“No,” Ness replied, firmly. “Not about that.” A beat of silence passed. The air between them shifted. Kaiser’s gaze narrowed slightly, as if reading the truth buried under those few words.

Ness continued, eyes distant now, voice quieter but steadier. “What bothered me,” he said, “wasn’t some girl clinging to you outside a club. It was… what you said after the match.”

Kaiser tilted his head, not speaking. Ness looked away, as if saying the next part required more effort than it should. “You said I should quit.”

His voice didn’t shake. He wasn’t angry, or hurt. He was simply stating a fact. A quiet weight behind the words.

“You said I ruined everything.”

Kaiser didn’t respond immediately. His arms were still folded, but his posture shifted slightly…a crack in the arrogance, a flicker of discomfort he masked quickly.

“Didn’t mean it,” he said after a moment, tone smooth. “That was heat-of-the-moment stuff. You know how I get after a loss.” Ness gave a small, almost imperceptible shake of his head. “But you did mean it. That’s why it stuck.”

Kaiser rolled his eyes slightly. “Look, I say what I think. Always have. Doesn’t mean I don’t trust you on the field.”

“You didn’t act like it,” Ness said. Another pause. The silence stretched, heavier now.

Kaiser ran a hand through his hair, not liking the way this conversation was making him feel. He preferred fights, confrontation, things he could control. But this… Ness’s quiet, emotionless truth… it lingered too long in the air.

He shrugged. “You want me to say sorry? That’s not how I work.”

“I don’t want you to say anything,” Ness replied simply, stepping past him. “I just want you to mean what you say. Or not say it at all.” Kaiser turned, watching him as he reached the door.

“So you are planning to ignore me?” he asked, not quite sarcastic, not quite serious. Ness paused at the threshold, glancing back. “I’m still playing,” he said. “That’s all that matters, right?”

And with that, he was gone, leaving Kaiser staring after him, an unreadable look flickering in those icy blue eyes.

Not regret. Not pride. Something else entirely.

The stadium in Paris was thunderous. Flags waving, crowds deafening, the bright green pitch a battlefield under blinding floodlights. Germany versus France. The world was watching.

Michael Kaiser stood near the center circle, sharp blue gaze scanning the field like a hunter. He knew this match would be brutal, not just because of the stakes, but because he was here.

Shidou Ryusei.

France’s starting striker stood at the opposite end of the pitch, stretching with a lazy grin on his face. He noticed Kaiser immediately  and waved like they were old friends.

“Oi, Golden Boy,” he called out, loud enough for nearby players to hear, “You sober today, or still nursing the billionaire hangover?”

Kaiser didn’t react, not visibly. He stayed still, stretching his neck, eyes forward. But his jaw twitched. Shidou chuckled and jogged toward his position.
The whistle blew. Kickoff.

Germany moved aggressively, Kaiser’s command of the forward line as fierce and fluid as ever. Ness had started, too holding the left wing, crisp with his movements, silent as ever.

It didn’t take long for Shidou to find an opportunity. He rotated positions, casually drifting into Ness’s space, pressing close.

“Still not talking to him, huh?” Shidou whispered in Ness’s ear, as they both tracked a bouncing ball. “That’s cold. Guy looked like a kicked dog at the club.”

Ness didn’t reply, didn’t flinch. But Shidou smirked, that silence was answer enough.

“Funny thing,” he added with a grin, “for all his ego, he really hates being ignored. I bet he liked it better when you were chasing after him like a lost puppy.”

Ness passed the ball cleanly to the center and broke off, not engaging.

But Shidou wasn’t done.

A few minutes later, during a throw-in, he wandered into Kaiser’s space again. This time, Kaiser was ready, eyes sharp, shoulders squared.

“You enjoying yourself?” Kaiser said, low, sharp.

“Immensely,” Shidou grinned. “Your little sidekick plays better when he’s pissed. Didn’t know silence could be so loud, huh?”

Kaiser glared.

“I mean, I get it,” Shidou went on. “You tell him to quit, he stops looking at you, and next thing you know you’re grinding with some heiress in front of a club. Publicity stunt? Or just lonely?”

Kaiser stepped in, chest brushing Shidou’s. His tone dropped to ice.

“You’ve got three seconds to shut your mouth.” Shidou raised his brows, still smiling. “Or what? You’ll throw another tantrum like last time?”

He leaned in, voice hushed but mocking.

“Careful, Kaiser. The whole world’s watching. Even he’s watching.”

Kaiser’s fists clenched.

He surged forward, not punching, but close enough. His shoulder slammed into Shidou’s, hard, and for a split second it looked like fists would fly.

The referee’s whistle pierced the tension like a dagger.

“Number ten, Germany — yellow card!”

The stadium erupted in gasps and jeers.

Kaiser turned away, fists tight, eyes burning. Shidou just laughed, staggering back with a hand on his chest like he’d been wounded. “Damn, and here I thought you were getting soft.”

From the sideline, Noel Noa looked seconds away from combusting. Germany’s coaching staff was already shouting.

And across the field, Ness stood still. Expression blank. Hands at his sides. He hadn’t moved. Hadn’t looked at Kaiser once during the exchange. But he’d heard everything. Kaiser didn’t need to look to know that.

He could feel it in the distance Ness left between them. Not just on the field. But everywhere.

Germany had won.

The score was tight 3-2, a brutal tug-of-war until the final whistle. Kaiser had scored once and drawn the defense for another, while Ness had delivered a pinpoint cross in the 89th minute that sealed the game-winning goal.

But there was no celebration in the air for Michael Kaiser.

The victory didn’t feel like one.

The locker room had long since emptied players had showered, staff had left, even the trainers had called it a night. The buzz of adrenaline and post-match high had faded into a heavy silence.

Kaiser stood alone under the cold fluorescent lights, towel wrapped low around his waist, hair dripping. His face was blank, too blank. His jaw was tight. His muscles tense.

And then — bang!

With a sudden roar, Kaiser kicked one of the steel lockers hard enough to dent it, the metallic crash echoing off the tiled walls. A bottle of sports drink toppled over from a nearby bench.

“Fuck!” he growled, breath ragged.

He wasn’t angry at Shidou.

Not really.

He was angry at himself, for losing control, for letting things get under his skin. For that moment on the field when he wasn’t thinking like a king, but like a man chasing something he couldn’t name.

He didn’t hear the door open.But he noticed the footsteps. He turned slowly, wet hair clinging to his neck, steam rising in curls around him.

Alexis Ness stood in the entrance of the showers, already changed into his training jacket. His magenta eyes flicked to the dented locker, then back to Kaiser.

The room stilled.

Kaiser didn’t say anything.

Ness stepped in, slow and quiet, as if approaching something wild and wounded. He didn’t look angry. Just… contemplative.

“You’re still here?” Kaiser muttered, turning away and grabbing his towel with a short scoff. “Didn’t think you’d stay behind.”

“I forgot my kit bag,” Ness replied. But they both knew that wasn’t the reason. The silence stretched, awkward and cold. But Ness didn’t leave.

He stepped closer.

And he saw it now, Kaiser wasn’t just angry. He was unraveling beneath the weight of everything. Rage, frustration, guilt, pride. All of it.

It unsettled him.

Because no matter how harsh Kaiser had been, no matter what he said in that hallway… Alexis Ness could never be cruel to him.

Kaiser was the reason he was here. The reason he got noticed. The reason he believed he could even play on this level. The reason he fell in love with the game again. The reason he fell in love with Michael.

“…You played well,” Kaiser finally said, voice quiet, rough around the edges. “That cross  perfect. We wouldn’t have won without it.”

Ness blinked. Then looked away. “You don’t have to fake compliments,” he said flatly. “I’m not one of the press.”

“I’m not faking it,” Kaiser said, the corner of his mouth lifting in a half-scoff. “Just because I act like a god doesn’t mean I can’t recognize talent when I see it.”

Ness looked at him, really looked this time.

Wet hair, sharp eyes, towel low on his hips. Still trying to act like everything was fine. Still hiding behind pride. “You’re a mess,” Ness murmured.

Kaiser didn’t deny it.

There was something sharp in his gaze… but also something tired.

“I’ve been worse,” he muttered.

Ness hesitated. Then stepped forward and gently placed the bag he came to fetch on the bench near Kaiser.

He didn’t say much more. He didn’t have to.

But before turning to leave, he added, almost under his breath…

“…You shouldn’t let him get under your skin,” Ness said softly, barely above the hum of the overhead lights.

The locker room was still damp with heat and echoes. But the silence now felt heavier — laced with something unspoken, something delicate and dangerous.

Kaiser looked up sharply.

There was no smug grin, no retort waiting on his lips. Just a flicker in his icy eyes, like he hadn’t expected Ness to say that. Or maybe like he didn’t know how to respond.

The locker room held still.

Water dripped from the showerhead behind him. Somewhere far off, a whistle blew — probably from another match, another place, a different world.

And yet, right now, this room was the only world that existed.

Ness shifted slightly…uncertain, guarded.

He was about to reach for his bag and leave, say something like “Goodnight” or “See you tomorrow”, when Kaiser moved.

Suddenly. Purposefully. Quietly.

He stepped forward, towel still wrapped around his hips, eyes locked onto Ness like he was hunting down a question he hadn’t figured out how to ask.

Ness froze.

“Michael—”

But Kaiser didn’t stop.

And before the rest of his name could escape Ness’s lips, Kaiser was there, close enough to breathe in the scent of his cologne, the lingering warmth of his match-worn skin.

There was a split-second of pause. A breath shared. And then Kaiser leaned in.

He kissed him.

No hesitation. No permission sought. Just raw, frustrated, quiet desperation disguised behind controlled lips and stormy pride.

Ness didn’t move at first. Shock flooded him, muscles tensing. But Kaiser’s mouth was warm,  insistent, but not rough. It was a kiss that didn’t ask for forgiveness or pity. It simply was. Like something inevitable. Like something that had been waiting.

Kaiser pulled back after a second, barely an inch. His eyes were still close, breath shallow. Wet hair clung to his cheekbone, and for the first time in a long time, he looked like he didn’t have anything left to prove.

Ness’s heart was pounding.

He opened his mouth to say something… anything… but the words didn’t come.

He didn’t know what to do with the storm Kaiser carried. He didn’t even know what to do with the storm inside himself.

But one thing was clear; that kiss wasn’t strategy. It wasn’t dominance or manipulation.

It was real.

And now it sat in the air between them like an unanswered question. Ness finally looked up at him, expression unreadable. He didn’t step back. But he didn’t step forward either.

They stood there, barely a breath apart, held in suspension. Two people who had been circling each other for far too long. Two people with too many things unsaid.

Ness didn’t move.

He stood frozen in front of Kaiser, the locker room now deafening with silence and the thundering pulse in his own ears. He hadn’t even noticed he was holding his breath until Kaiser kissed him again.

This time, slower. Deeper. It was no longer an impulsive spark. It was a steady burn. Kaiser’s hand moved, firm but not forceful…resting against Ness’s jaw, fingers brushing beneath his ear, tilting his face up. Their mouths slotted together like they’d done this before in some other life, some quieter moment that had never existed.

The kiss was maddening.

Kaiser tasted like salt and heat and defiance, like the fury he poured into every match and the weight he never let anyone see. But in this moment, there was no mask.

There was just him.

Ness made a soft, involuntary noise against his lips, half resistance, half surrender. His hands trembled at his sides, but didn’t push away.

Kaiser stepped closer, chest nearly brushing Ness’s.

He kissed like he played, sharp, fluid, demanding space, making you lose track of time. But this wasn’t about possession. It was about honesty.

And maybe that’s what scared Ness most.

His knees buckled slightly under the heat of it, the wrongness, the rightness, the history between them crashing into one dizzying second after another.

It lasted longer than it should’ve.

Too long.

And then, like a thread snapping Ness suddenly pushed him. Hard enough to make Kaiser stumble back half a step, his eyes blown wide in shock. Ness stared at him, chest heaving, lips red from the kiss. A look of pure, horrified confusion crossed his face — not at Kaiser, but at himself.

“I—I can’t—” he choked out.

He turned.

And before Kaiser could say anything, Ness ran.

He grabbed his kit bag, shoved open the locker room doors, and disappeared into the hallway like he was being chased by fire.

Kaiser stood there, stunned, towel still low on his hips, steam curling around his legs, the taste of Ness still clinging to his tongue.

“Alexis—” he growled, breath catching. “Fuck—wait—Ness!”

He grabbed a pair of sweats off the bench and threw them on without drying off, bolting barefoot out of the room.

The hallway was dim, lined with equipment and echoing with the hollow thuds of retreating footsteps. Kaiser turned the corner fast enough to slip.

“Alexis—!”

He caught sight of Ness at the end of the corridor, almost reaching the exit.

“Stop running!” Kaiser barked, voice rising. “We—we need to talk!”

Ness slowed slightly at the sound of his voice. But he didn’t turn.

“Don’t do that,” Kaiser called out again, chest burning from the sprint. “Don’t just… shut me out again.”

The hallway held still.

Ness’s shoulders rose and fell rapidly, back turned, still not speaking. Kaiser stepped closer, not aggressive now, but not soft either. Just honest.

“You kissed me back.”

Silence.

“You did. Don’t act like you didn’t feel it.”

Ness slowly turned, eyes wide, vulnerable in a way Kaiser rarely got to see. There was fear there, but something else too… something raw and uncertain.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Ness whispered. “You think I have this figured out? I don’t. I can’t—”

“Then don’t run,” Kaiser interrupted, voice firm but not harsh. “I don’t need you to figure it out tonight. I just need you to fucking stay.”

They stared at each other, two silhouettes in the corridor, hearts pounding and walls cracking.

They sat in the empty physio room just down the hall from the locker rooms, lights dimmed, the only sound a low whir of the AC and the occasional clang of metal from a janitor somewhere far off.

Kaiser leaned forward on the edge of the massage table, towel now replaced with sweatpants and a dry hoodie he’d thrown on in a rush. His hair was still damp, strands clinging to his forehead. But his posture was different.

Ness sat on a small bench across from him, hunched forward, arms resting on his knees. His lips were still faintly pink from the kiss. He hadn’t spoken a word since he stopped running.

Kaiser ran a hand through his hair, exhaled sharply, then looked up, eyes locking onto Ness’s.

“I’ve been a dick to you,” he said bluntly. “We both know that.”

Ness didn’t argue. He didn’t need to.

“I thought I had it all figured out,” Kaiser continued, voice low, unusually honest. “I thought if I had someone who’d pass to me, trust me, back me up without question… I’d win. That I’d become the best in the world.”

He let the words settle. Ness’s jaw tightened, not with anger, but something more guarded.

“That’s why I pulled you close in the beginning,” Kaiser said. “You were good. Obedient. Useful.” Ness’s gaze dropped to the floor, stung even though he’d always known part of that was true.

“But then you started ignoring me,” Kaiser said, voice suddenly tighter. “After that fight. After I told you to quit.”

He laughed bitterly under his breath.

“And it should’ve felt good. Should’ve freed me up. I didn’t need you… but I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Every goddamn day.”

Ness looked up now,  slowly, cautiously. Kaiser met his eyes.

“I don’t want someone who just follows me anymore. I want you. I want all of you, Ness. You’re the only one I can’t control and still want anyway.”

Ness’s throat bobbed. “Why are you saying this now?”

Kaiser was silent for a second.

“…Because of that kiss back there?” Ness asked, Kaiser hesitated but replied “That was my first.”

Ness blinked. “What?”

“I’ve never dated anyone,” Kaiser said. “Never kissed anyone. Never had time, never cared. I don’t do messy emotions. But with you…” He broke off, running a hand down his face. “…you got under my skin so badly I started caring without even realizing it.”

Ness stared at him.

Speechless.

He wasn’t expecting this. Not from Kaiser. Not the admission of vulnerability, not the confession of being human under all that smug armor.

“I know I was wrong,” Kaiser said, quieter now. “I know I don’t deserve it. But I’m asking you… just this once…”

He looked up, voice almost a whisper.

“Give me a chance.”

The room was still.

Ness’s fingers curled into the bench’s edge. A thousand emotions warred in his chest, disbelief, hope, confusion, longing.

The truth was…he’d loved Kaiser from the start.

From the very first time he saw him on the pitch,  brash and golden and impossible. Every assist, every minute spent training, every time Kaiser stood between him and the world, it had all meant everything.

But still… he hesitated. Because love wasn’t always enough. Not if it wasn’t mutual. Not if it couldn’t be trusted.

“I’ll think about it,” Ness finally said, voice quiet but steady. Kaiser nodded slowly, tension fading just slightly from his shoulders.

“Okay.”

The hallway of the team’s luxury hotel was silent softened by dim lighting and the distant hum of late-night city life beyond the windows. The walls bore the quiet tension of celebration faded into exhaustion, post-match adrenaline replaced with the weight of lingering emotions neither of them had fully processed.

Kaiser and Ness walked in silence, shoulder to shoulder, the memory of the kiss hanging between them like a thread pulled taut, electric and fragile.

They stopped in front of their doors. Room 510 and 511.

A beat passed. Neither moved to unlock their own door.

Ness glanced at his keycard in hand but didn’t lift it. Kaiser, beside him, just watched him, head turned slightly, the glow from the hallway lights casting a soft golden hue across his face. His eyes were unreadable. Still. Unusually quiet for someone like him.

Ness felt the air shift. It wasn’t awkwardness. It was tension, rich, magnetic, and almost unbearable.

Then, Kaiser exhaled quietly and stepped toward his own door. He slid the key into the lock, and with a soft click, the door creaked open. But instead of walking in, he held the door open gently… and turned to look at Ness.

No smirk. No cocky comment.

Just a look.

Intense.

Open.

Full of something Ness had never seen before in those usually arrogant, bright eyes.

A question, spoken not with words but with the way Kaiser’s fingers lingered on the handle… the way his chest rose slowly with every breath… the way he stood there, waiting. He didn’t beckon Ness in.He didn’t need to. His eyes said everything.

“Come with me.”

“Only if you want to.”

“If you walk in, you’ll know what I feel without me having to say it.”

Ness stood frozen for a second, heart pounding loud in his ears.

It wasn’t the invitation that scared him.

It was how much he wanted to accept it.

The kiss had already happened. The truth had already cracked through the surface. But walking into that room, that was a step into something unknown, something they couldn’t walk back from.

And yet, Ness stepped forward.

Wordlessly.

Deliberately.

As if pulled by something deep inside him he didn’t dare question anymore.

He walked past Kaiser, into the room, not once breaking eye contact and the moment he did, the door whispered shut behind him.

The sound of the latch clicking felt like the world slipping away.

Then silence. And in that silence  Kaiser moved.

He stepped up behind Ness, his presence closing in like a tide. Ness’s breath caught when he felt hands slide around his waist,  slowly, reverently, like Kaiser wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch him yet, but couldn’t help it.

Ness didn’t pull away.

Instead, he tilted his head back slightly, lips parted, eyes fluttering shut.

And that was all the permission Kaiser needed.

His mouth dipped to Ness’s neck, brushing against soft skin with a kiss so gentle it barely felt real, like a secret being whispered through touch. His lips traveled from the curve of Ness’s neck to just beneath his ear, planting another kiss, deeper this time, firmer, more certain.

Ness exhaled shakily, his hands reaching behind him to rest on Kaiser’s hips, anchoring him there.

Kaiser’s nose grazed Ness’s jaw as he pressed close, the heat of his breath warming the space between skin and skin.

Still not a word spoken.

They didn’t need any.

Kaiser turned Ness in his arms slowly, their eyes locking again, inches apart, breathing each other in. His hands slid up Ness’s back, fingertips dancing along the hem of his shirt before slipping beneath it, feeling the rise and fall of his spine beneath his palm.

Their mouths met again… this time with slow, aching intensity.

No rush.

Just lips moving in quiet, steady rhythm, pausing to savor, to feel.

Ness’s hands were in his hair now, pulling him closer. Kaiser’s knee nudged between his, guiding them gently toward the bed without breaking the kiss. The world outside the room blurred, faded until all that existed was this heat, this closeness, and this honesty stripped of all pretense.

When their legs hit the edge of the bed, Kaiser didn’t push.

He kissed Ness again longer, slower…his hand caressing the curve of Ness’s cheek with a tenderness that felt entirely unlike him.

Ness fell back first onto the mattress, his chest rising with every deep breath, his eyes glazed with something halfway between disbelief and longing.

Kaiser leaned over him one hand braced against the sheets, the other stroking Ness’s jaw with his thumb.

Ness lay beneath Kaiser, his cheeks flushed, breaths shallow. Their lips brushed again, not hurried, but unrelenting, like they had all the time in the world. Kaiser kissed him slow, savoring every inch like he was learning Ness’s body by heart. Every gasp that escaped Ness’s throat felt like a victory, and every whispered breath against Kaiser’s mouth pulled him deeper into the moment.

Kaiser’s hand found Ness’s waist, fingertips pressing into skin with growing confidence, dragging heat wherever he touched. His other hand slipped into Ness’s hair, tilting his head back for another deep, searching kiss. Their legs tangled instinctively, the space between them disappearing as they moved in sync… drawn by instinct, emotion, and something far more vulnerable than either of them had ever allowed before.

Ness arched up into him, hands sliding down Kaiser’s back, desperate for closeness ,for reassurance that this wasn’t fleeting. That this was real. Kaiser responded with a low hum against his lips, like he understood everything Ness couldn’t say.

Ness lay beneath Kaiser, his cheeks flushed, breaths shallow. Their lips brushed again, not hurried, but unrelenting, like they had all the time in the world. Kaiser kissed him slow, savoring every inch like he was learning Ness’s body by heart. Every gasp that escaped Ness’s throat felt like a victory, and every whispered breath against Kaiser’s mouth pulled him deeper into the moment.

Kaiser’s hand found Ness’s waist, fingertips pressing into skin with growing confidence, dragging heat wherever he touched. His other hand slipped into Ness’s hair, tilting his head back for another deep, searching kiss. Their legs tangled instinctively, the space between them disappearing as they moved in sync, drawn by instinct, emotion, and something far more vulnerable than either of them had ever allowed before.

Ness arched up into him, hands sliding down Kaiser’s back, desperate for closeness, for reassurance that this wasn’t fleeting. That this was real. Kaiser responded with a low hum against his lips, like he understood everything Ness couldn’t say.

The bed creaked softly beneath their shifting weight, the dim lighting from the window painting golden streaks across bare shoulders and flushed cheeks. Kaiser’s voice was a low murmur in Ness’s ear, words unintelligible but heavy with meaning, while Ness answered only in quiet breaths, nods, and the way his fingers clutched at Kaiser like he never wanted to let go.

Time blurred.

They lost themselves in each other, again and again  until neither of them could tell where one ended and the other began.

By the time their bodies stilled and the fire had softened into something warm and glowing, Kaiser lay with his arm wrapped tightly around Ness’s waist, chest to his back, their legs still intertwined under the tangled sheets.

The only sound in the room now was their synced breathing.

Ness blinked up at the ceiling, chest rising and falling slowly, overwhelmed but calm. Kaiser pressed a soft kiss between his shoulder blades before resting his forehead there…content, for once, to simply exist in the silence.

Neither spoke.

They didn’t need to.

Chapter Text

Nagi was blankly staring at the computer screen in front of him, eyes half-lidded, body slouched low in his chair. The soft hum of the office filled the background, keyboard clicks, distant laughter from someone’s call, and the occasional hiss of the coffee machine behind the glass partition. But none of it registered.

His mind was still stuck in the weekend. Still stuck on Reo. The faint scent of Reo’s shampoo lingered in his memory. The way he had tied his long hair into a messy bun, he looked so sexy…. The sound of his voice when he was serious, low, focused, effortlessly charming. The way the light hit his jaw when he leaned against the window, scrolling through his phone.

And those lips…

Nagi swallowed, blinking hard. Focus. He scolded himself. Work now. Think later.

But his fingers hovered over the keyboard without moving.

“You spaced out again,” came Bachira’s voice, sharp and casual, like a pen flicking against a desk. “I’ve been standing here for like a full minute.”

Nagi glanced up slowly. Bachira was already leaning over, holding his tablet out in one hand, stylus in the other. His wide grin was missing today, he was in his focused mode, which meant he was working seriously, no jokes.

“Sorry,” Nagi muttered. “What?”

“I added a soft light overlay to the background. That blue sky gradient you asked for? But I think the shadows on the lower buildings feel too fake.” Bachira tapped his screen, showing him a zoomed-in section of the cityscape mockup. “See here? It looks too digital.”

Nagi dragged his chair over and took the stylus from him, eyes narrowing at the screen. “Yeah… you didn’t blend the lower third into the fog layer. That’s why it looks pasted.”

“Ahh, true.” Bachira made a thoughtful noise. “I was trying to keep the original outline sharp, but I guess it doesn’t work here.”

Nagi was quiet for a moment, then circled part of the sky. “Use a multiply layer here instead. Soften the edges of the tallest building. Light from the sun wouldn’t hit this side directly.”

Bachira nodded, already switching brushes. “Good catch. Also, what do you think about animating a bit of cloud movement here? Just a slow loop, nothing too fancy.”

“Might be distracting.” Nagi leaned back, rubbing his temple. “Unless we tie it to the in-game weather system.”

“Ohh, sync it with real-time weather?” Bachira’s face lit up with that chaotic spark. “That’s so extra. I love it.”

“Not real-time,” Nagi said flatly. “Just matching the weather conditions during each level. Rain for boss fights, clear skies for exploration. Helps with mood.”

“Alright, genius,” Bachira chuckled, pulling his tablet back and making a quick note. “That’s smart. I’ll adjust the file.”

Nagi turned back to his own screen, trying again to focus. He opened the folder of background music tests and hit play, but Reo’s voice echoed in his head instead.

“Nagi, be honest, this couch is hideous, right?” followed by a small laugh, then the way his hand brushed Nagi’s knee like it meant nothing.

Nagi stared at the monitor, still not moving.

“You okay?” Bachira asked, not teasing this time. “Yeah,” Nagi lied, blinking back to life. “Just tired.”

“Mm,” Bachira muttered, already distracted again by his tablet. “You probably stayed up all night gaming again.”

Nagi didn’t reply.

He turned back to his code, hands finally starting to move across the keyboard, but not before sneaking one last thought.

Stupid Reo…

The morning light filtered through the large front windows of the studio, warming the polished oak floors and the soft ivory curtains Reo had handpicked himself. The place smelled faintly of fresh paint and coffee, a mix that shouldn’t have worked but somehow did. His laptop was open on the wide central table, a stack of applicant files arranged beside it with clinical precision.

Reo leaned back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, his sleeves rolled neatly to his elbows. He had finally settled the shop design after a week of back-and-forth with a local contractor. Since it had already been a commercial space before, the transformation hadn’t been dramatic, just a matter of taste.

And Reo had plenty of that. Now came the harder part.

People.

He sighed and looked at Chigiri, who sat on the couch across from him with a tablet balanced on his knee, flipping through profiles.

“This is more hectic then when I worked at Mikage corp…” Reo muttered, running a hand through his hair.

”I usually just interviewed and gave score to people who I found suitable… the other hiring process was done by the management… UGHH this is so stressful.”

“Yes it is,” Chigiri replied without looking up. “ But…You also said, and I quote ‘I want people who are hardworking and have experience so I don’t have to teach them from start. I want to judge each and every single of their aspect, I don’t care if I interview one candidate for like an hour but I want the best… ” Chigiri said mimicking Reo’s style of speaking.

Reo rolled his eyes. “That sounds like me.”

“It is you.”

He leaned forward, clicking back to his LinkedIn job post. The applications had poured in faster than he expected, some decent, most… not. But he’d already narrowed it down to a handful of promising ones, and this morning they’d spent two hours video-calling and interviewing the top four.

“Okay,” Reo said, opening the evaluation spreadsheet. “Let’s go over them once more.”Chigiri tapped the side of his tablet thoughtfully. “Kiyora?”

“Too cold,” Reo replied immediately. “Sharp guy, great resume, but zero warmth. I need someone who can talk to brides without terrifying them.”

“Fair,” Chigiri muttered. “Next. Haruka? The one with the event management background.”

“Nice enough, but she kept interrupting and pitching her ideas for a brand rehaul during the interview. Felt like I was being recruited for her startup.”

Chigiri smirked. “Right.”

Reo exhaled, scrolling to the next name. “Yukimiya Kenyu.”

Chigiri straightened a little. “He was solid. Polite, confident, and he already had experience with luxury events in Tokyo.”

“Yeah,” Reo agreed. “And he knew exactly how to speak without sounding rehearsed. Plus, his sense of style was actually decent.”

“He did look like he could host a Dior pop-up at a vineyard.”

Reo grinned. “Exactly.”

“And Zantetsu?” Chigiri asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Bit chaotic,” Reo admitted. “But—”

“He’s a fast learner,” Chigiri cut in, finishing the sentence.

Reo nodded. “Yes. I liked how he didn’t try to impress with fancy words. Just told the truth. Said he used to mess things up but improved a lot in his last job. And he had good ideas. Really simple, but good.”

“I liked him too,” Chigiri said. “Gives balance. You need someone grounded next to Yukimiya’s polished persona.”

Reo tapped his pen on the table. “Yeah. One smooth, one energetic. Good combo.”

“Both hired?” Chigiri asked.

Reo leaned back and looked around the nearly complete office. Everything was ready…the whiteboards, the flower sample shelves, the fabric drawers, the mood boards pinned up like art. The only thing left was people to bring it to life.

He smiled faintly. “Yeah. Let’s do it.”

Chigiri got up, stretching. “Cool. I’ll go let them know.”

Reo stood too, walking over to the window. The London streets were lively outside, filled with strangers on their own busy paths. He let the moment settle.

A new chapter.

His company. His space. His team. He pulled out his phone and drafted two emails.

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Subject: Official Offer –Planning Assistant and co-ordinator Position at Mikage Wedding Co.

Dear Yukimiya,

Thank you once again for taking the time to speak with me today. It was a pleasure learning more about your background and enthusiasm for the role.

I am pleased to formally offer you the position of Planning Assistant at Mikage Wedding Co. We are confident that your creativity, professionalism, and attention to detail will make you a valuable addition to our team.

We look forward to working with you and will discuss the next steps and further details of your role during our upcoming face-to-face meeting.

Warm regards,

Mikage Reo,

Mikage Wedding Co.

Subject:Official Offer –Planning Assistant and Co-ordinator Position at Mikage Wedding Co.

Dear Zantetsu,

Thank you for the time and thought you put into our recent conversation. I was particularly impressed by your honesty and the unique ideas you shared during the interview.

I am pleased to extend to you an official offer to join Mikage Wedding Co. We believe your perspective and energy will be a great fit for our team and the work we do.

We will go over further details and next steps in person during our upcoming meeting. Welcome aboard! we’re excited to have you with us.

Sincerely,

Mikage Reo,

Mikage Wedding Co.

He sent both emails and then his phone pinged,

Nagi Seishiro.

He hadn’t heard from him since Sunday night. No text. No emoji. Not even a half-asleep game invite.

Reo stared at the blank thread for a second longer, then opened the screen. Checking Nagi’s message

Nagi🦭:

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Reo opened the picture, it was three now empty cup of coffee in front of Nagi’s monitor, papers cluttered over his desk. He could see Nagi’s hand doing peace sign.

Reo chuckled at the sight. He quickly opened his camera and took a selfie and sent it to Nagi. He got Nagi’s reply in an instant.

Reo:

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Nagi 🦭:

Reo looks like a prince as always.

Reo:

Ow stop it… I’m not a prince anymore :(

Nagi 🦭:

Then stop looking like a Prince Charming. Everywhere we go we get stares because you are so amazing.

Reo:

Nagiii!!!!!!!

Reo was a blushing mess right now, he didn’t know what to reply, he flipped his phone over, couldn’t think how to handle the compliment he just received from Nagi… Reo tried to divert his attention by going back to the papers lying in front of him. Chigiri left Reo alone in his office to go back to his botique.

Reo had just finished arranging the fresh appointment cards in the desk organizer when his phone buzzed. He assumed it was Chigiri sending him message 

But it wasn’t.

It was Nagi again.

Nagi🦭:

u done with work?

Reo blinked. He was still flustered by what Nagi said

He got another message from Nagi

Nagi🦭:

wanna get dinner?

Reo:

Sure! Meet me at BS at 9

Reo sat up straighter in his chair, suddenly full of every despite the long day.

Nagi🦭:

See you there.

The familiar smell of truffle oil, charcoal-grilled steak, and expensive perfume hit Reo the second he walked in. BS Bar & Dine was louder than usual for a weekday night, a low buzz of conversation and clinking cutlery beneath soft ambient lighting.

He spotted Nagi almost immediately, slouched at their usual corner booth, hoodie on, fingers tapping his phone lazily. He looked up when Reo approached, silver hair slightly messy, as if he’d run a hand through it ten times too many.

“You look tired,” Reo said, sliding into the seat across from him.

“Reoooo”

Nagi just whinned when he saw Reo sitting across him, “I’m so tired Reo… I can’t even pick up this menu” Nagi said head lying on table, eyes closing.

“You gotta eat first before sleeping Nagi, I’ll prefer for you!” Reo said and calling Barou to give his order. When Barou came over he looked at sleeping Nagi.

”Oiii, sleep in your home, you are here to eat hassle-man” Barou said looking at Nagi, Nagi and Barou got close to each other (not really) after their trip to Paris. 

“Shut up Maid Barou” Nagi said not even opening his eyes, that just pissed Barou more, before Barou could curse Nagi, Reo butted in.

“Now now calm down, Barou we want our usuals and red wine please.” Reo said. “Tsk-“ Barou said and left them, 

“Reo want to drink?” Nagi said now sitting back, looking at Reo. “Yeah… it’s been a while since I had a drink.” Reo said, “I really wanted one today, it’s okay Nagi you don’t have to drink.” Reo continued.

“Umm… I can drink” Nagi said looking away, “You really don’t have to-“ before Reo could complete he was interrupted, “But I want to”Nagi said.

” Don’t you have work tomorrow?” Reo asked, “huh? It’s a hassle anyways… I’ll just skip, I don’t know” Nagi said going back to laying his head on the table and falling asleep, 

“now you can’t do that Nagi” Reo said chuckling, to Nagi, Reo’s chucking was like music to his ears. He just slightly glanced up from his sleeping position to look at the man in front of him. Beautiful

“You know today me and Chigiri found two candidate, I hope they are good at work… I cannot fire them in a month if I don’t like them… or can I?” Reo chatted, sipping his wine, 

Nagi listening Reo describing his day, It was never quite between them thanks to Reo, always  keeping the conversation going. Nagi liked that since he was not the one who could hold a conversation. Nagi attentively listened to Reo.

”And you know… Chigiri is so sad coming back to  London.” Reo now talking about his friend. “I really don’t know how to cheer him up… I mean I know the reason it’s because of Kunigami and his past relationship but he looks more dull then ever..” Reo said.

”They were not… dating?” Nagi asked curiously. “I thought they were together the whole time, I mean Kunigami couldn’t keep his eyes of Chigiri, he wasn’t subtle at all…” Nagi said.

”they used to date years ago, but they broke up… I mean it’s not my story to tell, but Kunigami did something terrible to Chigiri, so they broke up…” Reo continued the story.

”Wha- dating is a hassle…” Nagi said, 

“Not when you love someone… it won’t be a hassle Nagi. When you find someone you love, you will never feel it’s a hassle.” Reo said, looking straight at Nagi.

Nagi thinks about what Reo said, he knew somewhat of what Reo said to be true. Nagi would never ask someone first for a dinner, I mean he always order room service in his hotel room, but he asked Reo for this dinner because he wanted to spend more time with Reo.

 Going to shop together, helping Reo with his work, dressing up for Reo to help him with shoot, Nagi never found this things a hassle…

Why…

He can only come to one conclusion…

He loved Reo.

Nagi realised his feelings, he gets butterflies whenever him and Reo spend time together, when they are not together, he always thinks about Reo.

Reo was speaking about something but he couldn’t pay attention to what was being said, he just realised something which kept his mind occupied.

The drinks on top made him feel light.

Reo as well was a little tipsy. 
After their dinner, they decided to walk back home, Nagi dropping Reo of to his new home. Reo was  blabbering whole way back, 

“…and you know that girl literally said to everyone in the office that I was her partner just because I dropped her to her house once because he was shitfaced drunk and couldn’t even stand properly, I maybe offered her a drink once because she wasn’t feeling well and the next thing I know…” 

Reo who was walking in front of Nagi, suddenly halted his steps and turned back to face Nagi.

His face all flushed, lips pouting when he said,    
” Are you listening to me Nagi?” He asked, “Ofcourse Reo…you are talking about the girl spreading rumour about you and her dating..” Nagi said. Reo’s lips lifted for a smile, he was happy Nagi was listening to him.

“Nagi…” Reo said now touching Nagi’s face, pulling his cheeks, “why are you looking like a dumpling,” 

“Reo… are you drunk?” Nagi asked

”No!!!! I am not” Reo said pouting his lips and looking down now at their shoes. His hands still on Nagi’s cheeks. Nagi slipped his hands on top of Reo’s.

He could feel warmth at the back of Reo’s hand. He preyed of Reo’s hands from cheeks and started walking, but he didn’t let go of one of Reo’s hand.

”ekkk, what are you doing!!!?” Reo said his face all red. Reo trying to free his hand.

” You are drunk Reo, what if you fall?” Nagi said now interlacing their fingers so Reo couldn’t take his hand back.

”Excuse me Mr. Seishiro I am not drunk!” Reo was telling the truth, Reo was not at all a light weight, after all the parties, Reo’s alcohol limit was over the top. Reo was not drunk. 

“Okay okay Boss” Nagi said but he still did not let go of the hand. Nagi himself was a blushing mess. He never in his life held hands with another human. He was worried that his hands would get sweaty and Reo would hate it.

But at the moment Nagi wished they would hold hand all night

They reached the entrance of Reo’s house. Reo opened the gate to his house to let them in. When they reached the door they stood outside… 

Nagi not wanting to let Reo go… he wanted to spend more time with him, he wished this would never come to an end. Reo before opening the door turned and faced Nagi, 

“Do you want to come in?” Reo asked, “Maybe have a glass of water?…” 

“It’s okay I have a meeting tomorrow…” Nagi said, he honestly want to skip work and just stay with Reo.

”Umm… then… Goodnight?” Reo said, their hands still connected, none of them letting go of each other.

”Goodnight… Reo” Nagi said now creasing Reo’s hand, Nagi was not going to let go first. Of course he wasn’t,

Slowly their eyes met, both drowning in each other, speaking thousands of words without saying a thing, they both knew they didn’t want the night to end.

The night wasn’t a date, nor was it romantic in the slightest…but still they didn’t want to separate…

Nagi doesn’t know what came over him… his eyes dropped to Reo’s lips and back to his eyes. Reo could see Nagi looking at his lips ans what he wanted… Reo knew Nagi wanted to kiss him, Nagi was leaning into Reo’s space.

And Reo wasn’t against the idea of kissing Nagi, Reo closed his eyes, giving permission for the kiss, that was when Nagi closed the distance between him and Reo.

Their lips met in a slow, tentative brush. Just enough to send a ripple of heat through Reo’s spine. 

Chapter Text

Outside Mikage Reo’s house, the air was warm and heavy with something unspoken, something electric. Nagi stood close, almost lazily so, yet his pale eyes locked onto Reo’s with startling intensity.

“I’m gonna kiss you again,” Nagi said softly, no question in his tone…just quiet certainty.

And then he did.

His lips brushed against Reo’s, slow at first, but quickly turning hungry. Reo barely had time to react before Nagi deepened the kiss, his hand gripping Reo’s waist, pulling him closer like gravity itself was demanding they stay together.

Reo gasped into the kiss as Nagi pressed forward, his back hitting the front door with a soft thud. The jolt never hurt, because Nagi’s hand was already behind him, carefully placed over the doorknob, shielding him without a second thought.

But Reo didn’t notice.

His mind was haywiring, spiraling into chaos at every brush of Nagi’s lips. He had kissed girls before…countless times, in fact. He’d been called a good kisser. Smooth. Charming. Experienced.

But none of them made him feel like this. None of their kisses ever made his knees feel like they’d forget how to stand.

Ironically, Nagi wasn’t even a great kisser. He was a little uncoordinated, unpracticed, clumsy in a way only someone this honest could be. But the rawness of it, the way Nagi kissed like he meant it, like he needed it…

And so Reo took the lead.

His hands moved up to Nagi’s face, one threading into his snowy white hair. He tilted his head, parting his lips more deliberately this time, taking control of the kiss and guiding it into rhythm. His breath mingled with Nagi’s as he showed him what he had learned from all those empty kisses with all those other people, yet somehow, this one made Reo’s weak in his knees.

Nagi let him take over, his grip tightening around Reo’s waist, lips following Reo’s lead with surprising eagerness, need.

Nagi let it happen. Let himself get pulled deeper into it. Let Reo take the lead, let himself feel everything.

Until suddenly… he realized what he was doing.

His eyes fluttered open mid-kiss, lips still pressed to Reo’s, heart thudding with something too real.

Reo.

Mikage Reo.  

Someone so amazing and hardworking, was kissing Nagi? Him who don’t finds everything a hassle, and wants to find an easy way out of everything… Did Reo even like me? Does he wants to date me? Why? What the hell am I doing? I don’t even know what to do next… how do you even have sex with a man? What if Reo don’t like me… what if he knows I don’t know about dating…

He froze. 

Reo noticed the sudden stillness, but misread it, leaned in more, chasing his lips, his touch more urgent now.

Nagi pulled away, abrupt.

“Reo,” he said quietly, voice almost flat…but not cold. Just… confused. Uncertain.

Reo blinked, lips still parted, eyes dazed. “Wha-what’s wrong?”

Nagi stared at him, gaze unreadable. His breath came in soft, uneven exhales as he stepped back, putting space between them for the first time in what felt like forever.

“…I gotta go,” he said, voice low.

“Nagi!!-wait. What was that?” Reo asked, voice shaking slightly. “Why did you-?”

But Nagi was already turning around, slipping his hands into his hoodie pocket. He didn’t look back.

“Goodnight, Reo. Go inside.”

Just like that, he walked off into the night, leaving Reo standing frozen against his front door, his heartbeat too loud in the silence.

Inside, Reo sat on his bed, staring at the ceiling, a million thoughts crashing into each other like waves during a storm.

What just happened?

Why did Nagi kiss me? Does he like me..? Does he wants to date me?!!!!!! Not that I mind if it’s Nagi-

He replayed the kiss over and over in his mind, how fast it started, how deep it got, how Nagi held him like he was something fragile and precious and his all at once.

And then that halt. That cold snap in the air. That look in Nagi’s eyes right before he left.

Did I do something wrong?

No girl had ever kissed Reo like that. No kiss had ever left him reeling after it ended. But this… this kiss didn’t feel like some random heat-of-the-moment thing. It felt personal. Like a crack in everything they had.

He turned in bed, pulling the blanket over his head as if that would shut off his thoughts. It didn’t.

What happens now?

Reo pulled out his phone and typed a text to Nagi.

Nagi🦭:

Hi Nagi… let’s have a talk?

Three Days Later…

Nagi🦭:

Hi Nagi… let’s have a talk?

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“The hell??!!!” Reo slammed his phone on the bed, pacing furiously around his room. His eyes were still glued to the screen, which showed the message he had sent three days ago. Seen. No reply.

Reo was livid.

“What the hell is his problem?!” he shouted at no one in particular. “How can he ignore me after kissing me like that?!” His heart was pounding, a swirl of anger and confusion tightening in his chest.

“Is he a playboy or what?!” Reo scoffed bitterly. “No… he doesn’t act like one… Ughhh, Nagi Seishiro!”

He grabbed his phone again, furiously tapping on Nagi’s contact and pressing the call button.

Beep.

The number you’re trying to reach is currently out of service area.

“What the actual fuck,” Reo muttered. “Is he hiding or something?!”

Suddenly

Dring~ Dring~ Dring~

The sharp, continuous sound of the doorbell echoed through the quiet house.

Reo flinched. “Who the hell-”

The doorbell kept ringing nonstop.

Dring~ Dring~ Dring~

Reo shouted, “Coming!!” as he ran down the hallway, his heart thudding. For a second, hope sparked inside him…Could it be… Nagi?

He flung the door open.

But it wasn’t Nagi.

It was Chigiri…and he was crying.

His eyes were red, his face pale and streaked with tears, his breath shaky and uneven, “Chigiri??!!” Reo’s voice cracked in shock. “What happened?! Why are you crying??”

Without even thinking, Reo stepped forward and wrapped his arms tightly around his best friend. Chigiri was trembling. “Hey, hey, it’s okay…come here…” Reo pulled him inside, shutting the door quickly behind them. “Come sit”

Chigiri was still sobbing as Reo guided him to the couch. He sat beside him, panic rising in his throat. Chigiri never cried like this…not unless something was seriously wrong.

Reo placed a hand on his back, trying to calm him. “Chigiri… talk to me, please. What’s going on? ” Chigiri tried to speak but broke down again, holding his stomach as he struggled to breathe through the sobs.

“Take your time, okay? It will be alright…” Reo spoke softly, but the fear in his voice was unmistakable.

After a few moments, Chigiri finally managed to stammer out.

“R-Reo… h-he… he got in… in an… acci…dent…”

Reo blinked, frozen.

“What…?” His voice was barely above a whisper. “Who got in an accident?”

Chigiri looked up, eyes glossy and swollen. “Ren…suke…”

The name hit like a thunderclap.

Reo’s breath caught in his throat. “What…? W-what do you mean Kunigami…? What happened to him?!”

Chigiri covered his face, sobbing harder. “I don’t know the full details. I just…I got a call… from the hospital. They said he was hit… by a car…he’s in surgery right now.”

Reo stood frozen in place, the words echoing in his mind.

“Oh my god,” he whispered. “No… no, this can’t… he just got Germany’s club offer”

He sat beside Chigiri again, his anger from earlier completely forgotten. “Is he gonna be okay?” Reo asked, voice barely steady. “Did they say anything else?”

Chigiri shook his head helplessly. “Just that it was serious. I didn’t know who else to go to… I..I didn’t want to be alone… I don’t know what to do…”

Reo gently grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly.

“You’re not alone,” he said, eyes softening. “We’ll get through this, okay? I’ll be always there with you… We’ll go to Germany. Kunigami’s strong. He’s gonna be okay.”

Chigiri nodded slowly, leaning into Reo’s shoulder as he cried quietly. Reo held him close, staring into the distance, his heart heavy and his mind racing…not about Nagi anymore.

The next morning, the first flight out of London was already in the air, and seated side by side in silence were Reo Mikage and Chigiri Hyoma.

Chigiri had barely slept, his red hair pulled back messily, his eyes tired but no longer full of tears. Reo sat beside him, gazing out the window as clouds rolled past, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts.

It was surreal.

Just yesterday he had been agonizing over Nagi’s silence… and now, none of that seemed to matter..

Chigiri whispered quietly, “They said the surgery was successful…” Reo turned toward him, nodding slowly. “Yeah? Thank God!”

“But…” Chigiri looked down at his hands. “He hasn’t woken up yet.”

Reo’s throat tightened, but he didn’t let it show. He placed a reassuring hand on Chigiri’s shoulder. “He will.”

Berlin, Germany

The sky over Berlin was grey, heavy with late summer rain. The taxi pulled up in front of the hospital, and the two men inside stepped out in silence.

Reo Mikage adjusted the strap of his duffle bag, glancing sideways at Chigiri, whose pale face hadn’t changed since they left London. His red hair was tucked under a hoodie. He hadn’t said much since they landed.

They walked into the sterile lobby, past the glass doors that closed behind them with a soft whoosh. The hospital air was cold, unnaturally so filled with the scent of disinfectant and the faint echo of footsteps on tile.

At the reception, a nurse looked up from her screen. “May I help you?”

Reo nodded. “We’re here to see Kunigami Rensuke. He was admitted yesterday… after an accident.”

The nurse typed quickly. “Room 312. ICU wing.”

Then her gaze flicked up again. “Only family is allowed to visit him at this time. ICU restrictions.”

Reo hesitated. “But we-”

“I’m family,” Chigiri interrupted softly.

The nurse turned to him.

Chigiri pushed down the lump in his throat and stepped forward. “My name is Chigiri Hyoma. I’m not his blood relative, but… we lived together in London. For years. I am the closest family… since he is my…partner.”

He spoke plainly. His voice didn’t waver, but it held weight, a quiet honesty that filled the space between them. “He doesn’t have anyone else here.”

The nurse studied him for a moment, really looked. The slight tremble in his fingers, the tired redness in his eyes. She exhaled.

“…You can go in. But only for a short visit.” Chigiri gave a quick nod, barely holding back the gratitude in his eyes. Reo touched his shoulder lightly. “I’ll wait here.”

The ICU was hushed, lights dim, machines humming steadily in the background. Chigiri walked quietly through the corridor until he reached Room 312.

He pushed the door open slowly.

Kunigami lay motionless in the hospital bed, wrapped in bandages, monitors beeping softly beside him. His face looked calm…far too calm and Chigiri hated it. Kunigami was never still. He was always moving, training, talking, frowning. Alive.

Chigiri walked in and sat beside him. He didn’t speak at first. Just… looked.

“Why did you have to come here alone?.”

He leaned forward a little, brushing his fingers over Kunigami’s hand. It was warm, not lifeless, not cold just… resting.

“I would’ve come, you know, if you asked even once…” he said, voice low, more steady than before. “If you’d just told me. If you’d just said something.”

The silence in the room wasn’t empty, it was full. Full of memories of shared dinners in their tiny London apartment. Of quiet nights watching old matches. Of cups of tea in the winter when the heater didn’t work. Of sitting on the floor in tired silence after long days.

“You just left,” Chigiri whispered, “moved to Germany like it didn’t mean anything.”

His hand tightened over Kunigami’s.

“And I let you.”

He lowered his head, resting his forehead against their joined hands. “You better come back soon, Rensuke,” he said softly, “because I don’t think I know how to lose you again.”

Outside, Reo sat quietly in the waiting area, his phone untouched in his lap. His eyes never left the ICU door.

Time passed slowly.

But some things… were worth waiting for.

The clock on the hospital wall ticked past 1:30 PM, though time felt suspended in the cold, fluorescent-lit ICU.

Reo stood just outside Room 312, peering in through the glass panel. Chigiri hadn’t moved from Kunigami’s side since they arrived that morning. He sat there, quiet and still, clutching Kunigami’s hand like it was the only thing anchoring him.

Reo finally opened the door and stepped in.

“Chigiri,” he said gently, “you should eat something.” Chigiri didn’t respond.m“Hey…” Reo walked closer. “You haven’t had a single bite since yesterday. You’ll collapse at this rate.”

Chigiri shook his head, barely looking up. “I’m fine. I’m not leaving him.” Reo sighed softly. “I didn’t say leave. Just come outside for ten minutes.” “No,” Chigiri whispered firmly. “If he wakes up and I’m not here…”

His voice trailed off. The weight behind his words said everything.

He couldn’t risk it. Not even for food. Reo didn’t argue again. He looked at Chigiri for a long second, then nodded. “Okay. I’ll bring you something back.” He turned and left quietly, letting the door close behind him with a soft hiss.

A small but elegant Japanese restaurant tucked on a side street. Reo stepped into the warm interior, the faint scent of miso and grilled fish wrapping around him. His plan was simple: order takeout, pay, leave.

But as he approached the counter to look at the menu-

His breath caught.

Across the restaurant, in a quieter section behind the glass partition, sat a small group of people. Dressed sharply in formal suits, they were mid-conversation, brows furrowed, some holding tablets and folders.

And among them-

Him.

Nagi Seishiro.

White-haired, pristine, calm as ever. He wore a black suit that fit too perfectly, like it had been tailored just for him. His hair was neatly done, no longer tousled like when Reo had last seen him. There was a silver watch on his wrist and a sharpness to his profile that felt unfamiliar.

He hadn’t noticed Reo. He was focused, nodding slightly as someone beside him spoke.

Reo’s body went still. In Germany, of all places. After everything. After three days of silence. After that kiss.MReo didn’t move toward him. Didn’t call his name. He only turned toward the counter, forcing his voice out, calm and even.

“One bento with grilled chicken… one soba… and two bottled waters. Takeout, please.”

The hostess nodded with a polite smile and stepped away. Reo stood there, back straight, eyes never leaving Nagi’s direction. His chest burned. The ache was dull now, replaced with a quiet kind of fury that simmered under his skin.

Nagi ghosted him.

And here he was, sitting across from businessmen like nothing happened. Like he hadn’t left Reo hanging. Like that kiss… meant nothing.

Reo clenched his jaw and dug his nails into his palm to ground himself. He wasn’t going to cause a scene. Not here. Not now. He was just… watching. Watching the boy who used to be his best friend, his partner, and something he still couldn’t put into words, sit across a polished table like they belonged in completely different worlds now.

Reo stood quietly by the counter, arms folded, eyes still fixed on the glass partition. He shouldn’t have looked for so long.

Nagi looked up.

For a moment, it was nothing. Just a casual glance across the room. But then his pale gray eyes landed on Reo.

His posture changed instantly.

The chopsticks in his hand froze mid-air. His mouth, slightly open as he was about to say something to the man across him, suddenly shut. His expression faltered, blinking once—twice—as if trying to confirm whether the person standing at the counter was really—

“Reo…?”

He said it under his breath, no one around him catching the name. And then, without another word, Nagi stood up abruptly, nearly knocking back his chair. The people seated with him glanced up in confusion, murmuring, but he didn’t care.

“Excuse me,” Nagi said quickly, grabbing his phone and slipping it into his blazer pocket. “I’ll be right back.”

“But your food will be-”

“Just a minute.”

Before they could stop him, Nagi pushed past the table and strode out of the private area, crossing the restaurant with growing urgency. Reo heard the footsteps before he saw him. He didn’t turn around, not immediately.

“Reo,” Nagi said, breathless as he stopped a few steps away.

The sound of his voice sent something sharp through Reo’s chest. He stood still, hands tightening at his sides.

Nagi stood there, wide-eyed. “What are you… what are you doing here?”

Reo finally turned his head… slow, controlled. His eyes met Nagi’s, but there was no softness in them. Just silence. Long, cold, stretching between them like a wall.

“What am I doing here?” Reo repeated, his voice low. “I’m in Berlin because my friend is in a hospital bed.”
Nagi’s brows furrowed. “Hospital?”

“Kunigami was in an Accident…. He had a  Surgery, now he is in ICU.” Reo asked sharply.

Nagi’s mouth opened slightly, stunned. “What happened to him…is it serious?”

“He is out of danger… but why do you care? You couldn’t even bother to contact me-“

Nagi flinched. “Reo… I wasn’t ignoring you because I wanted to—”

“Oh?” Reo cut in, voice quieter but sharper. “You just forgot how to reply to a text message after kissing someone?” The words hung in the air. Nagi stared at him, visibly shaken.

“I- Reo… I…” he started, but couldn’t finish the sentence.

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“I… Reo… I—” Nagi started, but the words knotted in his throat. “Forgive me for expecting anything.”

The quiet bitterness in Reo’s voice landed sharper than any shout. Something in Nagi’s chest flared hot and restless. It wasn’t just the sting of the words; it was the way Reo’s eyes wouldn’t meet his, the way that small smile looked like it was stitched together just to hide a wound.

Nagi’s jaw tightened.

No.

Reo reached for his package from the counter, his hand stretching out casually…but before he could touch it, Nagi’s own hand shot forward, gripping Reo’s wrist. Firm. Unyielding.

Reo startled, blinking up at him. “Nagi-!!!?”

No answer. Nagi’s hold didn’t loosen; instead, he tugged, pulling Reo with a sudden, deliberate force. Reo stumbled after him, their steps quick but quiet as they cut through the restaurant’s sleek corridor toward the washrooms.

No one turned to look. No one noticed the quiet storm brewing between them. The moment the washroom door shut behind them, Nagi didn’t stop…he steered Reo into the last stall, the soft click of the lock sealing them in.

“Nagi!….what are you-” Reo barely got the words out before his back met the stall wall, and Nagi’s hands were braced on either side of him.

There was a beat, just one…where Reo’s breath caught. And then Nagi closed the space between them, his mouth pressing hard against Reo’s. The kiss wasn’t hesitant; it was heated, edged with the frustration Nagi had been swallowing for too long. Reo’s eyes widened at first, his mind racing, body frozen in shock.

But then… he felt it. The steady, grounding weight of Nagi’s palm against his jaw. The quiet desperation behind the pressure of his lips.

And before he even thought about what was happening…before he could decide if he should stop, his hands found their way to Nagi’s shirt, clutching at the fabric. His knees felt weak. His pulse was too loud. He was melting.

Nagi pulled back just a fraction, enough for his voice, low and rough…to thread between them. “Don’t ever say that again,” he breathed, eyes locked on Reo’s. “Don’t tell me to forgive you for expecting something. I want you to expect everything from me.”

Reo’s breath hitched. His voice was quiet, almost a whisper. “You don’t even know what you’re saying right now…”

“I do,” Nagi said, leaning in again, lips brushing Reo’s like a promise. “And I’m not taking it back.”

Nagi didn’t pull away this time.

The slow kiss deepened again, turning messy, urgent. Reo could feel the faint scrape of teeth, the warm pressure of Nagi’s mouth moving with a hunger that left his head spinning. He could feel Nagi’s tongue exploring Reo’s mouth, Reo could taste the Ramen Nagi was eating from before but it was long forgotten when,

His back shifted against the stall wall as Nagi’s body pressed him further in, closing every last inch of space. Nagi’s fingers were still buried in his hair, tugging just enough to draw out a quiet sound from Reo’s throat, one that made Nagi’s breath hitch against his lips.

Reo’s hands roamed restlessly now, sliding from Nagi’s shoulders to the nape of his neck, feeling the heat of his skin through the fine strands of hair. His thumb brushed over the sharp line of Nagi’s jaw before he pulled him closer, deepening the kiss like he couldn’t get enough.

Nagi’s hand at his waist tightened, palm flattening against him, fingers splaying as if to hold him steady. The warmth of his touch burned through the thin fabric of Reo’s shirt, grounding and dizzying all at once.

They broke for air only in shallow breaths, lips brushing between every few seconds of stolen oxygen.

“Reo…” Nagi’s voice was low, rough, his forehead resting against Reo’s, eyes half-lidded.

Reo’s breathing was unsteady, his chest rising and falling fast. “You’re… insane,” he murmured, though the way his hands kept Nagi close betrayed no real intention to push him away.

“Maybe,” Nagi replied, his thumb brushing along Reo’s lower lip, smudging away the faint sheen from their kiss. “But I’m not letting you say things like that to me again.”

Before Reo could answer, Nagi’s mouth was on his again, faster this time, like he was stealing as many seconds as possible before reality could intrude. The stall felt even smaller now, every shift of their bodies making the thin walls seem to close in around them.

When they finally tore apart, both of them were breathing hard. Reo’s hair was mussed from Nagi’s fingers, his lips faintly swollen. Nagi’s own shirt was wrinkled where Reo had grabbed at it, his expression unreadable except for the lingering heat in his eyes.

They stayed like that for a moment, chests still brushing with each breath, neither quite ready to step back.

Nagi’s mouth was still moving against his, deep and hungry, when Reo suddenly pressed a palm against his chest, creating just enough space to break the kiss.

“I don’t… feel good kissing you in a toilet stall,” he said, his voice steady but his breathing uneven.

Nagi froze, eyes searching Reo’s face. There was no sharpness in the words…just quiet honesty. He stepped back a little, though his hand lingered at Reo’s waist for a moment before finally falling away.

Reo adjusted his shirt, avoiding Nagi’s gaze at first, and Nagi ran a hand through his hair as if trying to smooth out the tension.

“You could’ve said that before I dragged you in here,” Nagi muttered, half under his breath.

Reo gave a faint huff. “Yeah, well… you didn’t exactly give me much time to object.”

Nagi’s lips twitched, not quite a smile, as he unlocked the stall door. They stepped out into the empty washroom, the low hum of the lights filling the silence. Reo moved toward the door, eager to escape the claustrophobic space, but before he could leave, Nagi’s hand caught his wrist again. This time there was no force, just a quiet urgency.

“Wait.”
Reo turned, brows drawing together. “What?”

Nagi pulled a small folded note from his pocket along with a pen. He leaned on the sink counter to write quickly, his handwriting sharp and deliberate. Once done, he folded it once and pressed it into Reo’s hand.

Reo looked down, unfolding it just enough to see a street name, a hotel logo printed faintly at the top.

“A hotel?” he asked, his tone cautious. 

“Yeah, I am staying here” Nagi said, his voice low but firm. “Come here tonight.” He held Reo’s gaze, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. “I’ll explain why I couldn’t text you… everything. We need to talk, Reo.”

Reo’s fingers tightened around the note. “Couldn’t you just… tell me now?”

Nagi shook his head. “Not here. Not like this.” They stood there for a moment, the weight of unspoken things pressing between them. Reo finally sighed, slipping the note into his pocket. “Fine. Tonight.”

Nagi gave the smallest nod, stepping back toward the mirror as if to put distance between them. Reo turned for the door, his heart beating faster than he wanted to admit, the paper in his pocket feeling heavier with every step.

Reo pushed open the washroom door and stepped back into the low warmth of the restaurant, the quiet clinking of cutlery and soft chatter immediately replacing the tense stillness they’d just left behind.

Nagi followed a few seconds later, expression unreadable as he headed toward their table. His teammates, already halfway through their meals…barely glanced up before going back to eating. One of them slid a plate closer to Nagi, who sat down wordlessly.

Reo didn’t return to the table. Instead, he moved straight to the counter, pulling out his wallet. The bill was already folded neatly on a small tray; he placed cash down without even checking the amount.

While the cashier counted the notes, Reo’s gaze flicked sideways. Nagi had picked up his fork, idly pushing food around his plate before stealing a bite from the dish in front of one of his companions.

Reo’s chest tightened, not from jealousy, but from the strange gap between the heated moment in the stall and the casual way Nagi sat there now, as if nothing had happened. When the change came, Reo took it, tucking the receipt into his pocket along with the folded hotel note. He started for the exit, but as he passed their table, his eyes met Nagi’s.

No words. Just a silent exchange…Reo’s slight nod, Nagi’s barely-there lift of his chin in return. A silent goodbye.

Reo didn’t linger. The door chimed softly as he stepped outside, the cool air meeting his flushed skin. Behind him, Nagi speared another bite of food, but his gaze followed Reo until the glass door swung shut.

Nagi wanted to fully explain Reo why he couldn’t text him, he still had a long day, and he didn’t even know if Reo would come….

No no it’s Reo… he will definitely come today…

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Tap. Tap. Tap.

The clicking of Reo’s boots echoed in the hallway, far too loud for his liking. He stood outside the big wooden door, staring at the brass numbers like they might suddenly give him an answer. His hand hovered just inches from the surface, but he didn’t knock.

Why am I even here?

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, eyes darting down the hall, as if the answer might be hiding somewhere in the patterned carpet.

I could just… leave. Pretend I came to the wrong floor. Maybe text him some lame excuse later. He probably wouldn’t care. Or maybe he would. Ugh!!!! what am I even doing?

His throat felt tight. The air in the hallway suddenly too warm.

Do I even want to date Nagi? The thought slipped in, sharp and hesitant. This isn’t just about kissing him back at the restaurant and at front of his house, right? That was… heat-of-the-moment stuff. It didn’t mean anything. Or… maybe it did.

Reo rubbed the back of his neck, glancing at the door again.

What if he doesn’t actually like me like that? What if I’m just reading too much into it?

But then…

The memory hit him again, uninvited and vivid…  Nagi’s lips, soft and lingering. The way he didn’t rush to pull away. The way his lazy eyes softened in that split second.

But… he kissed me first. He doesn’t do things unless he wants to. Right?

Reo let out a slow breath. His knuckles grazed the door, but he still didn’t knock.

Alright, Mikage. Either you knock, or you walk. No in-between. 

Knock knock~ 

The bang echoed through the empty hotel hallway, in a beat the door swung open, the tall white haired who was in a white hoodie and baggy pants looked at Reo with wide eyes.

”Reo… you came?”

Nagi looked at Reo, he could see the tip of Reo’s ear turning red. Honestly Nagi thought that Reo was mad at Nagi and he was not going to come.

”Hi…” Reo said looking at the door that seemed more interesting to him, he was trying not to show how flushed he was to Nagi.

Nagi wide opened the door so he could invite Reo inside, without any remark he entered Nagi’s room, the room was kept clean, only his bags sprawled across the couch.

Where was he supposed to sit now? The couch was occupied by the bag, Reo heard door closing behind him, he was scared to look at Nagi, he didn’t want to face the truth as to why Nagi ghosted him.

But before Reo could start he felt arms crept up his waist, he felt his back pulled in a hug, he felt Nagi’s nose on his neck. 

“Reo…” When Nagi wisphered those words he felt air brush against his ears, he was melting away in Nagi’s arms.

In a motion, Nagi turned Reo around so he could face him, Reo already waiting for Nagi’s lips to meet him. In a hurried motion Nagi kissed Reo, lips meeting in a hunger, fast. Both gazed at each other in between, their eyes meeting in a sensual way, Reo closed his eyes and hooked his arms around Nagi’s neck. Nagi’s hand remained on Reo’s waist just pulling him even closer, closing the non-existent distance between them.

Nagi licked Reo’s lips asking to enter, to which Reo opened his mouth, their lips colliding, chasing each other hungrily, when they parted a string of saliva in between glistening, Nagi dived in again to taste Reo, now he slowly savoured Reo.

“May I touch you?” Nagi asked in between their kiss, Reo opened his eye, Nagi’s lips were on him before he could even get the question asked… wasn’t Nagi touching him already?? How much more he want to touch…

Reo just closed his eyes again now taking a lead to kiss Nagi, Nagi submitted and followed Reo, as Reo removed his hands from Nagi’s neck, he touched Nagi’s arms, sliding his hands to where Nagi’s hand were. He settled over Nagi’s hand and guided them over his own chest. 

Was this where Nagi wanted to touch?

Nagi’s head was haywiring. When Reo took his hand and guided them towards Reo’s chest that’s when Nagi lost his mind, how much more sexy can Reo get?

Nagi broke the kiss looking at Reo, he could see Reo’s eyes full of lust, cheeks red, lips glistening. It was a sight because of Nagi.

Nagi could not hold it any longer, his hands still on Reo’s chest, he gave them a little squeeze, although Nagi have never touched anyone’s chest before, he knew this was a man’s chest. It was firm yet soft. 

“Nagi…” Reo wisphered.

Nagi went back to kissing Reo, he grabbed Reo and pulled him back to his chest. He slid his hands inside back of Reo’s shirt, feeling the cold spine.

Nagis hand sended shiver up Reo’s whole back, soon after Nagi broke the kissed and started kissing Reo’s neck.

“Hngh… Nagi…” Reo moaned out Nagi’s name. “Reo” Nagi’s voiced muffled inbtween Reo’s neck, as he left red spot behind the pale neck.

Reo felt his knees weakened, Nagi slid a hand to hold Reo’s thigh, and other hand feeling Reo’s skin. 

When Nagi held up Reo’s thigh, Reo could feel Nagi’s crotch touching his, he could feel Nagi’s bulge. Reo flushed at the thought he got hard because of Reo.

”Reo…” Nagi groaned into Reo’s collarbone when their bulge touched. Reo started moving his hips, so he could get friction, they both groaned, Nagi removed his face from his neck.

Will Reo feel good if I do this? Will he feel as good as I feel right now? Is Reo also hard? I want touch him more…

They both looked at each other, wanting more, Reo took the lead, he moved his thigh from Nagi’s hold and held his hoodies collar and pushed Nagi onto bed.

Honestly Reo never had sex with any man before, he heard few stories from Chigiri when he was still with Kunigami, Chigiri described few things about how good it was with Kunigami, but Reo always told him to shut up because he did not want to imagine two of his friends having sex, but now Reo feels that maybe he should’ve paid attention. 

Nagi was now lying on bed his eyes wide open, Reo climbed on bed, straddling and settling himself on Nagi. He let his hand roam on Nagi’s bulge.

Reo gulped

Never in his life Reo thought he will touch another man’s clothed dick. Reo when touched Nagi, felt the bugle through his pants with his palms.

It was huge!!!

Reo was second thinking his life choices, he looked at Nagi, his whole face red, he was looking at Reo with hunger in his eyes. He looked at Reo, his eyes telling to continue what he was doing. Reo felt Nagi’s hand on his thigh, rubbing to assure it was okay to continue. He was in a way calming Reo down… 

With these gestures Reo got the courage, he slowly pulled Nagi’s pants and underwear down, Nagi’s dick itself popped up, it was big, Reo have never seen anyone with a dick this huge… sure he once saw Kunigami’s when they were in bath house once (it was Reo’s first time in a public bathhouse and he was dragged by Chigri) but it was bigger than Kunigami.

Reo even compared himself with Nagi, Reo was also bigger than average size but his felt smaller if next to this gigantic weapon. Reo realised that Nagi was big everywhere. His size, height, hand, feet. They were all huge.

What a monster weapon Nagi was hiding in his pants…

Reo saw Nagi’s cock throbbing, and Reo was yet to even touch it. If anyone told Reo he would do this with another man months ago he would’ve laughed because it was impossible, he didn’t feel about this way for a man, it would’ve even appalled Reo away a few months ago, but right now all he wanted to do was pleasure the man in front of him.

”It’s okay Reo… you don’t have to-“ Nagi said when he saw Reo not moving, but before Nagi could complete his sentence, Reo leaned forward and gave a peck on Nagi’s lips silencing him.

He leaned back to his previous sitting position and lifted himself up to pull down his own trousers, he unbuckled his zips and removed his own cock.

Reo took hold of Nagi’s cock, he slowly started rubbing it, his thumbs creasing the top of the head. Nagi threw his head back in pleasure.

It was a first time for Nagi… he had never done something like this with anyone, Reo’s hand started moving in a faster pace, Nagi looked up and saw Reo was using one hand on Nagi and the other rubbing himself.

Nagi grabbed Reo from waist and pulled him towards himself a little so both of their cock could align, Nagi held Reo’s hand which was on his cock, he guided Reo, he entwined their fingers and held both of their cock. Nagi let his other free hand on Reo’s hard cock.

Reo groaned when he felt Nagi’s big hand on himself, Nagi moved his hand to Reo’s liking, it was fast just like how Reo liked it.

Nagi’s hurried hand were making Reo close to his climax, “Nagi… I am going to ughn~” Reo said trying to get words out, “Ungh~ Nagi- I’m close” he said again.

“Do it for me… come for me Reo” Nagi said teasing Reo’s head with his thumb in between which sent Reo’s head back from pleasure.

“I’m close to- let’s cum together” Nagi said as he clutched Reo’s hand. “Ughn~ Reo…. Reo”.

After he said that they both came together at the same time, liquid flowing down both their hands. Some even getting on Nagi’s hoodie.

Both of them flushed, trying to catch their breath from the climax, the only sound filling the room was of their heavy breathing. 

”You came…” Nagi said looking at the load Reo just blowed out that was mixed with his own.

”What… hehe you came as well silly” Reo said grinning ear to ear. Looking at Nagi, leaning in for a soft peck on his lips. 

“Wow” Nagi said.

Reo got up from Nagi and fell beside him on the bed, “Yes… wow indeed” Reo said. He really loved what they just did.

Nagi turned his head on his side so he could see the purple haired. Reo turned his face as well, looking into Nagi’s eyes.

”Nagi…” Reo said still looking at Nagi.

“Yes… Reo~” Nagi said now leaning his head a little, wanting to kiss Reo on his lips.

”Nagi…” Reo said again, his lips pulled in a smile, it was the sweetest smile.

”Can you get me some tissues? My hands are filled with cum” Reo continued, killing the mood.

”What?” Nagi was speechless.

”The tissues? I can’t wipe it on my clothes? And I want to zip my pants! I can’t let my dick hanging out…” Reo said again. 
Nagi sprung up from his bed and left to get some tissues. He was embarrassed… His own hands were full of white liquid so he decided to go to bathroom first before putting his own cock inside his pants.

He washed his hands, he properly clothed himself with different T-shirt and pulled a wet wipe box from his bag, it was more effective than tissues.

He came back to Reo’s side who was waiting for Nagi, he sat beside Reo, carefully held both of Reo’s beautiful hand, he carefully wiped the slender fingers and back of his elegant hands.

”Pfft-“ Reo laughed

”What?” Nagi asked

”You are acting like a caring boyfriend” Reo said smiling.

”Boy-“

Knock knock knock~

The knock interrupted them they both now startled.

”Room Service” they heard the voice from outside the door.

”Coming” Nagi said standing up in a hurry, but before leaving, he pulled the blanket over Reo to cover him up. 

That made Reo blush like crazy, whenever Nagi was this sweet and careful with Reo he felt butterflies inside.

Whenever Reo was in a relationship he was the one who was always on the giving end, no women ever treated Reo or even cared for him. They all always either wanted something from Reo or used him. All this experience was new to Reo.

Will it always feel like this if we date?

He heard Nagi speaking with the hotel staff and heard some clinking…and noise of the door shutting.

Reo saw Nagi holding a large platter with small plates covered and bottle of wine.

”What is all this?” Reo asked Nagi.

”I ordered this just before you came… I figured it would be a long day for you and you must’ve been hungry at this time… I wasn’t sure you would come…but I still ordered…” Nagi said

”And it is a hassle to go outside I don’t even know German and very few speak English…” Nagi said.

”You… really are something… Nagi” he said smiling at the thoughts Nagi put behind this.

”Reo… to be honest I wanted to have an honest conversation with you… I wanted to explain myself and clear all the misunderstandings Reo…” Nagi said setting down the food on the table.

”But I couldn’t help myself when I saw you…”

When he opened the cover of food to serve… it was all Reo’s favourite food, Red sauce pasta with Red wine.

Reo got up from bed, “Nagi… I… I am sorry for acting like that Nagi-“ Reo said

”No Reo, it’s my fault, it was me who could not tell Reo that I was coming to Germany… and things happened here” Nagi said scratching his head.

”I would love some explanation but first I want to clean myself before eating” Reo said and went to the bathroom.

If Reo was not blushing before, he definitely is now…

What the hell did he mean when he said he could not help himself when I came here?!!!

Calm down Reo!!!!

He quickly freshen himself up and went back to Nagi who was finished setting up the table. It was simple yet it felt so romantic.

Speaking of dinner he totally forgot to ask Chigiri about his, after delivering his and Chigiri takeout, he stayed with  till evening and then left him saying he needed to go here. He didn’t fully explain his situation because Chigiri was in no state to understand Reo.

But Reo was a good friend so before dinner he excused himself and called Chigiri.

”Hey Nagi, do you mind if I make a call to Chigiri?” Reo asked. “Take your time.” Nagi replied.

Reo went near the balcony and dialled Chigiri.

”Hello? Chigiri? How is everything there? How is Kunigami?” Reo asked.

”Reo… Kunigami just woke up… I forgot to call you because I was so angry at that asshole.”  Chigiri answered in an exhausted tone.

“Kunigami woke up?? Give me 15 minutes I’ll be there-“ Reo said but he was cut off.

”Reo it’s okay, he is okay now, no need to come here, they shifted Kunigami to private room now, I am just dealing with the insurance paperwork right now. I even bought some food for both of us… don’t worry Reo”

”Chigiri… are you sure?… aren’t you exhausted as well? You didn’t get a wink of sleep…”

“Now that the hero is fine I will sleep in his private room with him, they provide some amenities for family member and they even said he can be discharged by this week. Hey Reo, we can discuss this tomorrow morning, the paperwork is pain in the ass”

”Yeah sure I’ll be there first thing in the morning! Text me or call me immediately if you need anything. Tell Kunigami to be prepared for the lecture he is about to get from me.”

”Hahaha, when you listen to how he got in this state, you will be shocked, and yes don’t worry I’ll call you if I need anything. Thank you Reo for being here with me…”

“Don’t thank me Chigiri, you would’ve done the same… take care Chigiri… I’ll see you tomorrow” Reo said.

”Goodnight Reo…” Chigiri said before ending their call. 

Reo was happy hearing Kunigami was alright, he told Nagi about the situation after sitting in front of him.

“I was so worried for Chigiri when he came crying” Reo said now eating the pasta. 

“I’ll come with you tomorrow…” Nagi said to Reo, 

“Before that… you got some explaining to do Nagi Seishiro!!!”

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“But before that you got some explaining to do Nagi”

”Reo…” Nagi said, his fork now halted above his plate. Slowly, he set it down and looked at Reo. “Fine… I’ll tell Reo everything. But Reo… promise you won’t get mad at me. I don’t want Reo to be upset with me.”

“Of course not, you silly,” Reo laughed lightly, leaning closer. “Why would I get mad at you? Unless you did something really bad-”

“NO! I did not do anything bad,” Nagi cut him off quickly, eyes darting away. His voice was firmer than usual, but his shoulders slouched, almost as if he was ashamed. “…Just promise me Reo won’t get mad.”

Reo’s smile softened. He reached out, brushing his fingers against Nagi’s hand to reassure him. “Fine, I won’t get mad. I promise. Now tell me. Don’t keep me in suspense.”

“Really?”

“Really,” Reo said without hesitation, giving him that smile that always seemed to make Nagi’s chest tight.

Nagi let out a small breath, picking up his glass of wine. He took a sip…just enough to calm his nerves, before setting it back down. His fingers lingered around the stem, knuckles pale from how hard he was gripping it.

“Okay…” he murmured. “So it started with…”

One week ago in London

Nagi had come back late that night, after kissing Reo outside his house. It had been his first kiss…his first time kissing anyone.

The moment he entered his hotel room, he felt restless. His lips still tingled, his skin burned with the memory. He went straight to the bathroom, stripped down, and turned on the cold shower.

But even under the freezing water, the heat inside him didn’t fade.

He leaned against the tiles, one hand pressed against the wall, water dripping down his hair and shoulders. His mind kept replaying it, the way Reo’s lips had felt. Soft. Warm. The heat inside his mouth when they parted slightly. How Reo’s waist had fit perfectly into his palm. The roundness of his cheek under Nagi’s hand, so delicate it made his heart race.

His chest tightened. His other hand slipped lower before he even thought about it. He wrapped his fingers around himself, stroking slowly at first, then faster as the memories sharpened. The way Reo had looked at him, the sound of his breath, the sweetness of it all, it made Nagi’s head spin.

He tried to muffle the sound of his breathing, forehead pressed against the tiles, but it didn’t take long before he finished, spilling against the wall.

Afterward, silence hit him like a wave. The water washed it all away, but it couldn’t wash off the guilt.

It wasn’t like Nagi had never done this before. He had. But this time… it was Reo who was in his mind. Beautiful, innocent Reo. Reo, who was always so pure, so radiant. And here Nagi was, having thoughts like that about him.

It felt wrong. It felt like he’d committed some sort of crime.

When he finally dragged himself out of the shower, he didn’t even bother checking his phone or doing his dailies in his games. He just collapsed into bed, hair damp, body heavy, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

But the thoughts didn’t stop.

Nagi swallowed, turning his head into the pillow. If I wouldn’t have stopped myself then… what would have happened?would I even do?

He knew what sex was. Of course he did. He’d seen it in movies, in shows, even stumbled across enough videos to understand the basics. But this was different. This was him and Reo.

Two guys.

Nagi frowned, his fingers curling against the sheets. How does that even work…?

He knew, in the most clinical sense, how it was supposed to go, one dick inside the other’s ass. But the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.

Would it hurt Reo? Would he make him uncomfortable? Nagi didn’t know the rules, the steps, the “how” of making it good instead of painful. He didn’t know enough, and the thought of doing something wrong, of hurting Reo… it made his chest twist with guilt.

He squeezed his eyes shut. “…Tch. What a hassle.”

But even with his eyes closed, it was all Reo. His smile. His laugh. The feeling of his lips pressed against his.

Reo was everywhere. Slowly, without even realizing, Nagi understood, Reo was already making a home inside his head.

That night, sleep didn’t come.

Nagi lay in bed, tossing and turning, Reo’s face glued to the back of his eyelids. His mind wouldn’t stop circling back to the same question: how does it even work?

Finally, with a groan, he sat up and reached for his laptop. The glow of the screen lit his tired face as he typed in hesitant words.

Two men… how do they…

Search results flooded the screen. Articles. Forums. Guides. Nagi scrolled through them, eyes narrowing in concentration. He read about trust, preparation, about things he’d never thought twice about before. There were words he barely understood, diagrams he tilted his head at, steps that made him pause and re-read twice.

The more he learned, the more his chest tightened. It wasn’t just about the physical act. It was about being careful, gentle, about making sure the other person felt safe.

His fingers lingered on the trackpad, his thoughts drifting. Inevitably, Reo’s image slipped into place.

He imagined the way Reo might look at him in that moment, wide-eyed, a little nervous, but still smiling that soft smile only Reo had. He imagined what it would feel like to hold him closer, to kiss him deeper, to be the one Reo trusted with something so fragile.

The thought made Nagi’s throat dry. His heart beat faster than it ever did during matches or presentations.

But right behind that rush came the guilt again. Would it hurt Reo? Would he be scared? Could Nagi even protect that smile if he didn’t know what he was doing?

Hours passed as he read, scrolling through page after page, his room silent except for the hum of the laptop fan. By the time he finally closed the screen, the sky outside had already begun to pale with the first hint of dawn.

Nagi leaned back against the headboard, eyes heavy, but his mind still full.

“Reo…” he whispered, as if saying his name would somehow make sense of it all.

The next morning, Nagi dragged himself into the office, still hazy from last night. His hair was damp from a rushed shower, his shirt only half-tucked in. He wasn’t in the mood for greetings, but his team still called out to him the moment he stepped inside.

“Morning, Nagi!”

“You’re late again, man.”

Nagi just gave them a lazy wave, mumbling something under his breath as he strolled toward his desk. But before he could even sit down, Isagi appeared, looking a little out of breath.

“There you are. Ego’s been looking for you,” Isagi said, placing his hands on his hips. “He wants you in his office. Urgently.”

Nagi blinked, scratching the back of his neck. “…First thing in the morning? That’s such a hassle.”

“Well, too bad. He asked for you.” Isagi gave him a pointed look before walking off.

With a sigh, Nagi shoved his hands into his pockets and shuffled down the hall. When he pushed open the heavy office door, he was greeted by the familiar sight of Ego Jinpachi sitting behind his massive desk, fingers steepled, eyes sharp as always.

“Nagi Seishiro,” Ego said in his clipped voice. “Have a seat.”

Nagi lowered himself into the chair across from him, slouching instantly. His eyes darted to the piles of files and the glowing screen behind Ego, then back to the man himself. “…What’s this about?”

Ego leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “We’re going to Germany.”

That woke Nagi up a little. His brows pulled together. “Germany? What for?”

“There’s a funding issue with the current project. We have a meeting scheduled with an investor,” Ego explained, his tone as sharp as ever. “Noel Noa. Former footballer. Now coach. He’s interested in my concept and is considering investing, alongside his network of backers.”

Nagi blinked slowly, still trying to connect the dots. “…Okay. But why me? Don’t you have other people for that kind of thing? Like, departments dedicated to this?”

Ego’s lips curved into something between a smirk and a sneer. “Because you’re the one who knows the game and its intelbest. You can explain it from the inside. Noel Noa don’t want numbers, they want vision. And you can give them that.”

Nagi shifted in his seat, still unconvinced. “Sounds like a pain… I’m not really a ‘vision’ guy.”

Ego’s glasses glinted as he leaned back. “To be perfectly honest, I would’ve taken Isagi. He was my first choice.”

Nagi’s head turned slightly at the mention of Isagi. “…Then why not?”

“He’s already tied up with his own personal project. I asked him but he refused.” Ego’s eyes flicked back to Nagi. “So, it’s you.”

Nagi slouched deeper into his chair, staring at the ceiling for a long moment. “…Tch. Figures.”

Ego didn’t waver. “Be ready. We leave in two days.”

The next two days were nothing short of a nightmare for Nagi.

From the moment Ego dropped the news, his life was swallowed whole by work. Reports, presentation decks, briefing documents, things Nagi would normally shove off to someone else were suddenly his responsibility. He had to draft the materials for the investor meeting and wrap up his own project agenda before leaving.

One day blurred into the next. His desk was buried under open laptops, half-empty coffee cups, and printed drafts with messy red scribbles. Every time he closed his eyes, new to-do lists formed in his head.

By the second night, his reflection in the bathroom mirror made him grimace. His eye bags had always been bad, but now they looked like shadows carved into his face.

“This sucks,” he muttered, running a hand through his messy hair. But even as he complained, he turned back to his desk, dragging his pen across another page of notes.

Finally, the morning of their departure arrived.

Ego was characteristically composed, suitcase rolling neatly at his side as if he hadn’t spent the past two days ordering everyone around like a drill sergeant. Nagi trailed after him through the airport, shoulders slumped, hoodie hanging loose on his frame.

He didn’t ask about Ego’s arrangements. He never did. Even when they landed in Germany and a car was waiting for them, Ego simply informed Nagi that their hotels had already been booked.

“I won’t be staying with you,” Ego said curtly as they checked in at the front desk. “You are getting your own room.”

Nagi only gave a small shrug in reply. He was too tired to ask where Ego would be. Besides, it wasn’t his business. Talking to Ego about personal details like that felt… uncomfortable. Awkward.

With his keycard in hand, Nagi dragged himself to his room. The plush bed looked like heaven, but the weight in his chest reminded him, this trip wasn’t for rest. Tomorrow, he had to face Noel Noa and a room full of investors.

He tossed his suitcase into the corner, flopped onto the mattress, and stared at the ceiling.

“Germany, huh…” he murmured. His eyes were already half-lidded. He let out a small sigh, the thought of purple hair and a soft smile flickering through his mind before he drifted off.

The meeting had gone smoother than Nagi expected. Noel Noa had listened carefully, his sharp eyes fixed on every slide, every explanation. By the end, he nodded once, a small but certain sign of approval. The investors seemed equally interested, some even scribbling notes.

When they finally stepped out of the conference room, Ego gave one of his rare, approving nods. “Well done, Nagi. That was efficient.”

Nagi only shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. “Mm. Guess so.”

But inside, relief poured through him like warm water. It was over.

That evening, Nagi finally had some breathing space. He sat in the hotel lounge instead of heading straight to his room, his phone in hand, Reo’s chat thread glowing on the screen.

It had been days since their kiss. Days of silence. Nagi’s thumb hovered over the keyboard, his mind oddly restless.

What do I even type? “Hey”? …Too plain. Maybe “Did Reo eat?” No, that sounds weird…

He frowned, staring at the blinking cursor. His chest tightened. It was rare for him to care about words, but this was Reo. He wanted it to be right.

Just then, someone bumped hard into his shoulder.

“Ah—sorry, man!” a stranger muttered in accented English, rushing past with a tray full of coffee.

Nagi’s phone slipped from his hand, hitting the polished marble floor with a sharp crack.

His eyes widened. Slowly, he bent down, picking it up. The screen was a mess of splintered lines, shards glittering under the lounge lights. When he tried to swipe, it didn’t respond.

“…Tch.” His usual flat tone carried irritation now.

The stranger was already halfway out the door, not even noticing the damage. Nagi let out a long sigh, dragging a hand through his hair.

The next morning, he carried the phone to a repair shop recommended by the hotel concierge. The technician behind the counter inspected it with a small frown.

“Screen’s completely shattered. It’ll need a full replacement. Two or three days, minimum.”

“Three days?” Nagi repeated, deadpan.

“Yes. We don’t have the part in stock. We’ll need to order it.”

Nagi slouched, pressing both hands into his hoodie pocket. “…What a hassle.”

Walking back to the hotel, he stared at his empty hands. Just when he’d finally decided to text Reo, when he’d finally pushed through that hesitation…it was stolen from him.

Now he had nothing but silence. Two whole days of it.

And somehow, that weighed heavier than any work Ego had ever thrown at him.

The repair shop had taken his phone, leaving Nagi with nothing but a flimsy claim ticket. Two days. Two long days.

At first, he thought it wouldn’t matter. He never cared much for texting. Most people had to chase him to get a reply anyway. But this was different. This was Reo.

The first night, he lay on his hotel bed staring at the ceiling. The room was too quiet. Normally, he’d be half-distracted by his games or scrolling absentmindedly through Reo’s old messages, re-reading things he’d never admit made him smile. Now there was nothing. Just the soft hum of the air conditioner and the weight of his thoughts.

Wonder what Reo’s doing… Did he think I was ignoring him?

Nagi rolled onto his side, tugging the blanket over his head. “…What a hassle.”

The next day was worse.

Without his phone, even the simplest moments felt empty. Over breakfast, his hand instinctively reached for his pocket, only to find it empty. During the car ride with Ego, when silence stretched too long, he almost turned to check Reo’s chat, only to remember. His fingers twitched uselessly in his lap.

By the second evening, he was restless. He sat by the window of his hotel room, watching the city lights of Germany flicker below. His reflection stared back at him, tired eyes with even darker shadows beneath.

He thought of Reo again, purple hair catching the light, the softness of his laugh, the way he’d looked just before their kiss. The memory was so clear it made Nagi’s chest ache.

He let out a slow sigh, forehead resting against the cool glass. “Bet Reo’s mad at me by now…”

But there was nothing he could do. Just wait.

Two days had never felt so long.

….and then I saw Reo at the restaurant… I wanted to tell you everything, but I guess Reo was mad at me,” Nagi finished, his voice low.

Reo sat frozen across from him, chopsticks resting forgotten on the table. For once, the boy who always had words… was speechless.

“But I don’t understand one thing…” Reo finally said, his tone quieter, heavier. His eyes searched Nagi’s face before looking away. “Why did you only stop at the kiss? Why did you leave me in the middle?”

“Reo! I-” Nagi’s chest tightened, panic flickering across his features.

“Was it not a good kiss?” Reo’s voice cracked slightly, and he turned his gaze toward the window, away from Nagi.

“No!” Nagi’s voice rose louder than intended, desperate. His hand shot forward, grabbing Reo’s across the table. His palms were warm, trembling slightly. The plates between them sat empty, long forgotten, cold remnants of a meal that no longer mattered.

“The kiss was the best,” Nagi said firmly, his usual monotone carrying rare weight. His thumb brushed over Reo’s knuckles, clumsy but earnest.

Reo blinked, finally daring to look back at him.

“Reo… you were my first kiss,” Nagi admitted. His lashes lowered, cheeks faintly pink. “And I’ve never… done that… I never had sex ever. I was scared. I didn’t want to hurt you. So I…” He hesitated, words catching in his throat. “…I started doing research. Because I didn’t know anything. And I didn’t want to risk hurting Reo.”

The honesty in his tone lingered between them, raw and unpolished.

For the first time that evening, Reo’s lips parted in something close to a smile, soft, trembling at the edges, but real.

For a long moment, Reo just stared at Nagi, his purple eyes wide, the weight of his words sinking in. The restaurant around them buzzed with the faint clatter of dishes and muffled conversation, but to Nagi it felt like the world had gone silent…just Reo, just his gaze.

“…You…” Reo finally whispered, a small laugh slipping out as he shook his head. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

Nagi stiffened, unsure if that was good or bad. “…Eh?”

Reo covered his mouth with his free hand, his shoulders trembling as if he couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry. “So all this time… you weren’t ignoring me. You weren’t… regretting it. You were just…” he leaned closer, eyes narrowing with something between affection and exasperation, “…googling how not to hurt me?”

Nagi’s face flushed, and he gave the smallest nod. “…Mm. I didn’t want Reo to think I didn’t care.”

Reo’s chest squeezed at the honesty in that simple answer. He looked down at their joined hands, Nagi’s hold awkward, hesitant, but warm. He tightened his grip, threading his fingers between Nagi’s.

“You idiot,” Reo murmured, his voice soft now, trembling with relief. “Do you have any idea how worried I was? I thought… maybe you hated it. Maybe you hated me.”

Nagi’s eyes widened. “Hated…? No. Never.”

The seriousness in his tone made Reo’s heart skip. He smiled, wet at the corners of his eyes. “Then next time,” he said lightly, trying to disguise the shake in his voice with a playful lilt, “don’t leave me hanging after just a kiss. Okay?”

Nagi blinked, then gave the faintest, shyest smile. “…Okay.”

The air between them softened. For the first time in days, the tightness in Nagi’s chest eased, replaced by something warmer, steadier…something that felt a lot like home.

Reo got up from his place, he moved and sat on Nagi’s lap, both his legs thrown at the side, his arms around Nagi’s shoulder, wrapping around Nagi. 

Nagi’s hand found Reo’s waist, he let his hand grab the waist and other hand on Reo’s thigh.

“Reo..?”

Reo leaned forward and whispered in Nagi’s ear, “Who said I was going to bottom?”

Extra:

This is LITRALLY how Reo kiss Nagi, and Nagi definitely didn’t overreact.

(This is a link to a GIF)