❝ LIE TO ME ❞ + MIKAGE REO.
+. [synopsis] :: They say love comes to those who wait, those who fight, are willing to go against the world. Love is written on stars, they say, a prince saving princess, an escape, an explosion of ‘what ifs and buts’, a scar yet to be healed, a wound yet to be inflicted; but what about the love that comes easy like a wind on a hot summer day? A love that was not written on the stars. +. [content warnings] :: semi-canon compliance,all characters are 20+, language,smut, f!reader, fwb!tropes, fluff, alcohol, smoking, slight age gap (reader is older than him), angst, hurt and comfort, mention of hookups, dating, erotica, slow romance; mention of nagi, isagi, bachira, sae ; work count — 6kish.
+. [notes] :: This is a part of my & @nyaaaaanma paradise kiss's sexy winter time collab. I wanted to write this because I love Reo and friends with benefits tropes. This piece is very dear to me however it's not self-indulgent. you can also read on AOIII. tagging @orchid3a & @tokyo-sano for listening to me babble about this like a duck. I know i don't annoy you still thank you !! +. [playlist] :: lie to me , dark red , daydream , seaside , can i call you tonight? , watermelon sugar , cherry, bad texter , attention , stargirl.
The heir to the wealthiest house in town, Reo Mikage was the perfect specimen of an eligible bachelor. Dreamy eyes, bright in academics, a good physique, and a dashing smile — one could say he was one of a kind. But rich kids like him tend to abuse it, of course not by choice yet Reo did. Reo was anything but obedient. He always had a way of disobeying his father’s words, doing the opposite of what he was asked to do. No, he was not stubborn. He was angry, angry for being pulled into the mirage of conquering the world as placed by his father, angry for not being able to see through the lies he was fed as a kid, angry that his own parents betrayed him, and butchered his dreams of standing on top of the world.
And, he retaliated, just like a child would when deprived of their favorite toy. He left no room for his parents to complain yet did every other thing that a rich spoiled brat tends to do: late-night parties, girls, hook-ups, and sometimes smoking. He thought it would make him cool, at least that is what he got from girls who swooned over him but unfortunately, it did not suit his taste; smoking was okay but weed was off limits for him.
During the summer vaccination, Reo had visited all the pubs mainly situated on the outskirts of his town; where he used to meet with his friends, and of course, if he had a chance, he would spend some time with a girl. He liked it, not entirely but in bits and pieces, being the center of attention with Nagi beside him, doe eyes more than a pair checking him out as he enjoyed his drink manspreading on the settee. At the same time, Nagi was busy flaunting one of his newly learned vaping techniques.
On most days, he takes Nagi along with him, sometimes beyond his will and solely because he did not have to entertain any kind of silly obvious flirts. Sometimes, he felt suffocated to put up with all these facades. After all, he was doing it out of spite. He could not care about anything other than soccer, holding the world cup in his hands amidst the cheering crowd. For him, everything becomes trifling, so little of value whenever it comes to soccer is totally contrary to his father’s beliefs, morals, and needs. It makes him sick.
Nagi’s laughter roared amidst the loud music that was deafening Reo’s ears. He hated it, all these neon lights, short-lived attention like a shooting star in the sky but he loved it when the same girls cheered him and shouted his name while he was about to score the last goal. He loved the echo of those voices that reeked of desperation for victory and nothing else. Yes, a victory that he chased at every breath, at each passing moment until he saw her that day, on a hot summer evening.
