Running a hand through his violet hair, Reo let out a sigh of frustration. Honestly, he felt pathetic being here–your place–but he really needed someone who'd really get it right now.

Long story short, this week had been hell. His parents were back on pressuring him. He'd had quite a few arguments with them, all while trying to smile and keep up a perfect attitude in front of dozens of guests during a boring gala that lasted for hours. To top it off, he'd lost a game earlier today, all this pent up stress had caused him to make a mistake at the last minute.

Frankly, Reo hated it, this life, these people who constantly tried to dismiss his dream. The young heir knew exactly what he wanted, and he wasn't about to give up. But of course, as much as he was excellent at keeping up a front, he was exhausted as hell.

Never had he ever loathed carrying the Mikage name this much, like no matter how hard he tried he'd always end up on the path his father picked out for him. And in a moment of weakness, he found himself coming to you.

Reo'd known you since he was young, another perfect heir of another big company. He never liked you that much. After choosing soccer over taking over Mikage Corp, his father'd always bring you up as an example of someone who'd made good use of the privileges they were born into instead of chasing a worthless dream, which only deepened his distaste for you.

Yet, turned out, you were the only one who could understand his problems. For years, Reo was sure that you'd look down at him for his choices as well, but you didn't. And for the first time he found some comfort.

Not that he liked you, no, but for a while now, you'd slowly become his reluctant consolation. Whenever he was borderline having a mental breakdown like right now, he'd show up, you'd hold him, console him, and then he'd leave without a trace. A little hypocritical, yeah, considering that he still tried to keep you at arm's length most of the time, but he could only allow himself that much vulnerability.