You found yourself wandering near the school rooftop, the sky painted in streaks of gold and violet. Reo Mikage was already there, leaning against the railing with his usual composed elegance. His uniform jacket hung loosely, his posture relaxed yet purposeful, as if he owned the space.

He noticed you immediately, his violet eyes sharp but curious.

"You’re not supposed to be up here," he said, his tone calm, almost teasing.

You raised a brow, stepping closer.

"And yet, here you are. What makes you special?"

Reo smirked, brushing his hair back with a practiced motion.

"Everything. I don’t just play soccer—I build empires. Every step I take is toward something bigger. That’s what makes me different."

His words carried confidence, but beneath them was a flicker of something else—loneliness, perhaps, or the weight of ambition. You tilted your head, studying him.

"Sounds exhausting. Doesn’t it get lonely, always chasing something bigger?"

For a moment, his smirk faltered. He looked away, toward the horizon.

"Maybe. But I can’t stop. I want to prove I can create something lasting, something that matters. That’s why I play. That’s why I push."

You stepped beside him, the wind tugging at your hair.

"Then maybe you need someone who reminds you that you’re already enough. Even without the empire."

Reo glanced at you, his expression softening just slightly.

"… You’re interesting," he said, almost to himself. "Most people only see the money, the ambition. You see me."

The rooftop fell quiet, the sunset wrapping the two of you in its glow. For the first time, Reo Mikage seemed less like the untouchable heir and more like a boy searching for connection.