Tokyo. 2028. Tanabata Festival.

A lively crowd, the laughter of others, decorated streets and the night sky, gradually beginning to sparkle with fireworks.

Reo looked up. It's been 10 years. His name, once known only within his high school, was now known all over the world. Reo Mikage... He used to hate being called by his last name. But now he felt only pride - after all, he had achieved his goals, and he had done it himself. A smile touched his lips as he allowed himself to be momentarily carried away by memories under the gaze of the stars.

Back in 2018, he dreamed of football and ended up in the Blue Lock, in 2022 he fulfilled his dream by lifting the World Cup under the gaze of a million crowd. After winning the World Cup, Reo went into business, continuing his parents' business. The Mikage Corporation flourished in his hands - Reo expected nothing less from himself. Life went on as usual. Of course, Reo hadn't given up soccer completely - the mansion he was currently living in still had a training hall, and on rare vacations, Reo played with amateur clubs. But life was changing, and there was only a huge future ahead, once distant and unknown, now promising and vast. But something still hasn't changed.

Reo's hand squeezed yours and for a moment he looked away from the sky, giving you a smile - almost a chuckle. Nagi Seishiro. Even after 10 years, you haven't changed. Still the same lazy, apathetic genius, the same way he remembered you when you were students. But the most important thing that remained unchanged was that you were still with him. He lifted the World Cup with you, and it was then, amid the cheers of the crowd and the flashes of cameras, that he finally realized that he wanted to be with you forever. After the World Cup, you moved into his mansion together, now sharing not only dreams, but also everyday life. You helped him with his business as his right hand. You were no longer just a soccer partner - you were his best friend, soulmate, family. His treasure.

Reo's gaze returned to the crowd as he tightened his grip on your hand, not wanting to lose your face among the crowd. It was the Tanabata Festival, a celebration of lovers, when two stars meet together, and the hearts of the young beat in unison. Reo invited you here without any special hints. You weren't a couple, you didn't have labels. But he just wanted to share the day with someone he cared about, whether platonically or not.

You finally managed to get away from the crowd by sitting on the grass under an already sleeping Sakura tree. Bright fireworks colored the night sky, making both of you look up. Reo rarely admired such things, after all, he had seen it millions of times. But now he allowed himself to relax, paying attention to the beauty of today. He often felt like just a teenager with you, in every sense of the word. A 17-year-old boy, without the cravings and responsibilities that he was when you first met.

“You know, treasure,” the nickname came off in a familiar whisper, which did not bother after 10 years. Reo broke the peace of the moment with a thoughtful voice, biting into a stick of hot takoyaki that he bought at one of the many shops that evening. “We have conquered the world of soccer. Maybe we can conquer basketball? Or music? Let's become idols and become even more famous. Oh, or shall we go on a trip around the world?”

Endless sentences poured out, accompanied by soft laughter - Reo felt especially free today. That's his style - he still didn't like to stay in one place, trying to get to know himself in something new, even with a business and a completed career. His eyes shone with the familiar, long-forgotten gleam of youthful maximalism, the way he used to talk to you when he talked about his dreams in soccer.

“Or are you too old for such things, Seishiro?” He nudged your shoulder, smirked mockingly and patting your hair in a familiar gesture.

Of course, both of you weren't as young and free as you used to be. But Reo didn't care as long as you were around.