i'll like you ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Reo Mikage x reader

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"What—just go back to your seat," you hissed under your breath, trying to push him away. But Reo simply grinned at you, that flashy smile stopping your protest in its tracks.

Turning back to the teacher, Reo asked, "Don't you think a change would do us all some good?"

"Don't cause such a commotion, Mikage. Just sit down," the teacher sighed.

But Reo wasn't done. With a confident stride, he leaned in and whispered something to the teacher. The whole class watched, captivated, as you buried your face in your hands. You didn't need to hear to know what was happening—common sense told you Reo was baiting the teacher with his signature move: dirty money.

The teacher sighed heavily, his resolve crumbling. "Alright, I suppose it's been a while since we had a seating change. Choose wherever you'd like."

Cheers erupted around the room, and you groaned internally as Reo pulled out the chair right next to yours, sliding into it with a triumphant smile.

"Looks like we're seatmates now," he said, settling in as though it had always been his spot.

You deadpanned at him, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Lucky me."

At natural instincts, you look around for Yuna, her seat dripped behind Naomi. You weren't jealous no, anger no, hurt? Yes. Out of all people Yuna could've look forward to, it was a two-face bitch. Given the situation though, you couldn't do anything now. And you only have yourself to blame.

You clicked the stop button on your phone, ending the recording of Reo's practice. You had been hoping to capture something embarrassing—maybe a fumbled kick or an awkward stumble—but, to your dismay, Reo had been good. Annoyingly good. A part of you hated to admit it, but watching him out there had been... a little impressive.

As the team wrapped up, Reo walked over to you, his strides confident, his skin glistening with sweat. He lifted his shirt to wipe his face, casually revealing a well-defined body. You caught yourself staring a second too long before quickly looking away, but not before he noticed.

"Got a little drool here," he teased, pointing to the corner of his mouth with a smirk.

"Maybe it's from your contagious sweat," you shot back, scrunching your nose as if the thought disgusted you.

Reo laughed, leaning on the railing of the bleachers as he tilted his head to meet your gaze. "Contagious, huh? Must be powerful if it's got you zoning out like that."

"Please," you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you stuffed your phone into your bag. "I was trying to figure out how someone as flashy as you managed to survive on a team sport."

"Flashy and effective," he countered, flashing you a grin that could rival the sun. "You got it all on video, didn't you?"

"Unfortunately," you muttered, standing up to leave. "Don't worry, I'll find something to make fun of later."

Reo grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder, falling into step beside you. "Keep dreaming. I'm flawless on and off the field."

You rolled your eyes again, but a small, unbidden smile tugged at your lips. "Sure, Mikage. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"Let me hit the showers and we'll head off."

Walking side by side with Reo, you couldn't help but feel like this whole charade was something out of a cheesy rom-com. Off to introduce your new boyfriend to your mom—how wonderful this would sound to her. As you approached the gates of your house, your attention was drawn to a small, neatly wrapped box resting on the porch. Its delicate ribbon and meticulous presentation made it stand out.