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

07 lucky girl syndrome

Reo, however, doesn't let the silence linger. "I heard she's been having lots of family over!" he interjects, his tone effortlessly light and cheerful, like sunshine piercing through heavy clouds.

Your eyes snap to him in surprise, and for a moment, he meets your gaze with a knowing look—one that speaks of silent understanding and an unspoken promise to have your back. The gloom that had settled over the table begins to lift, the tension easing as your mom's expression softens.

"Oh, that's lovely," she says, the smile returning to her face as she continues setting the table.

Reo flashes you a small, reassuring smile before turning back to your mom, smoothly steering the conversation away from the subject that had you reeling. He use to make your stomach turn upside down, a vomit form in your throat, and his smile always felt deceiving but he's never felt more beautiful.

"Thank you for having me," Reo says warmly, his signature smile lighting up his face as you walk him out to the gates.

"If you hadn't come over, we'd would've had some leftover pork," you grumble, stuffing your hands into your pockets to fend off the chill of the evening.

Reo chuckles, the sound soft and easy. "Oh—here," he says, abruptly stopping to pull something from his bag. He holds out two neatly wrapped boxes, their sleek design and embossed logos practically screaming luxury. It's so obviously Reo, and you can't help but raise a brow as you take them from his hands with deliberate care.

"What's this? And more importantly, how much were these?" you ask, your tone laced with suspicion as you tilt the boxes slightly, their weight surprising you.

Reo grins mischievously, his violet eyes gleaming under the streetlights. "It's a secret," he says with a wink, his playful tone only making your irritation rise.

You scoff, rolling your eyes as you untie the elegant ribbon on one box and carefully lift the lid. Inside, nestled against a cushion of soft velvet, is a black necklace. The pendant—a sleek tooth design wrapped in a dragon's claw—shimmers faintly, its craftsmanship intricate and unmistakably expensive.

Opening the second box, you find an identical necklace, except this one is white, the dragon's claw seemingly carved from pearl.

Reo watches you intently, his smile softening as he explains, "You can give the other to Yuna when you two are together again."

The mention of her name makes your hands falter for a moment, your thumb grazing the smooth edge of the white pendant. You swallow hard, unsure how to respond, but Reo's voice is gentle now, lacking his usual teasing lilt.

"She's still important to you, right?" he adds quietly, his gaze searching yours.

You don't answer right away, instead staring down at the necklaces in your hands. The intricate designs seem to hold more weight than just their physical presence, as though Reo knew exactly what they represented to you.

"Yeah," you finally mutter, your voice barely audible. "She is."

Reo nods, his expression unreadable but somehow comforting. "Then keep them safe until the time's right."

Another fine morning with a bleeding sun greets your moon kissed eyes. An abundance of school air is yet to welcome your skin as soon you finish brushing away your dust collected morning breath, slipping into your school uniform, and a kiss to your mom's cheek as you rush up. No longer being provided of the coffee smell warmed up in your house. With a creek of the gate noise opening, you would usually run off to school and meet Yuna on the way. But the most avoidant fight is still ongoing. So you'll just head to the bus alone, right?