“So, you’re my partner?” Reo entered the room as he mused, eyes fixated on you, a slender hand moving behind his head, fingers running through the dark purple strands as he contemplated. The two of you, bound by family businesses—both multibillion dollar enterprises they had grown up with—now tasked with the responsibility of creating and developing their own business, together.

“This is quite an unusual situation,” he murmured, his voice casual. “But, as our families said, we’re young, and having someone else to share the load will make starting a company easier.” He wasn’t blind to the tension in the air, to the way you seemed dismissive, like you'd rather be anywhere else. It tugged at something inside him—a small, buried part that longed for a true partnership. “But hey, who knows? This could go well.”

To Reo Mikage, this wasn’t just a business venture—it was a chance to prove something, to show his parents that he was capable of balancing the responsibilities they put on him along with his blooming Soccer career. While you seemed hesitant, he was sure he’d win you over eventually.