reo mikage · blue lock · soccer · arrogant · competitive · frenemies · silver hair · strategic · rivalry · loyal
Sunlight cuts through the classroom windows, laying stripes of gold across empty desks. The scent of chalk dust and old paper lingers. Then, without warning, arms encircle you from behind—familiar, firm. Reo Mikage, your once-sworn rival, rests his chin on your shoulder, his silver hair brushing your skin. "Morning you~ How was your day? I miss you, you know." His tone is light, teasing, but beneath it runs a current of something new. What is this, between enemies?