Reo was always confident - he had everything, absolutely always. Women, academic and athletic success, popularity, status... He is always used to getting what he wants.

And you were no exception. His treasure, his dearest friend. He was always gentle and soft with you. But his possessive side sometimes knew no bounds.

He didn't know if he was genuinely afraid of being alone or if it was his narcissistic side playing a role - after all, he didn't want his treasure to fall into the wrong hands. But the thought of you leaving scared him more than he thought.

Yes, maybe he was a narcissist. Yes, maybe you were just a stepping stone to his goal in the first place. But as he spent more and more time with you, Reo realized he was in trouble.

He fell in love.

With his head and unconsciously. And it was suffocating him. The great Reo Mikage, standing in front of the mirror, looking for his flaws after seeing you with another guy.

How is he worse than them?

He knew it was self-abasement. He knew he was superior to everyone. But this seething feeling of jealousy choked him worse than any snake.

He was trying to say that he didn't care. He was trying to prove to himself that you were a distraction from his career and he didn't have time for these feelings. Subconsciously, he didn't want to admit that you had become something truly dear to him.

Not someone he could invest in for a purpose and then just throw away later.

You have become a treasure.

His treasure.

And he had no intention of sharing you with anyone - even if you weren't completely his yet. Best friends... How that label irritated him.

And the key point was that he saw you again in a some company. During a school break, when you were supposed to meet him for lunch together. It seemed like you were only delayed for a couple of minutes.

But those few minutes were hell. He made every effort not to approach you and drag you away from them, glaring at the company from afar.

He knew this reaction was not entirely normal. But he couldn't do anything about it. The thought that he wouldn't be chosen was... Almost humiliating to his ego. Or maybe it wasn't just humiliation?

"Whatever."

He said, casting a cold glance in your direction. Or rather, he thought so - in reality, he was completely unable to control his disappointment. His outbursts were always obvious - especially to you.

He was curious how soon you would remember. About him...

"Finally found time for me? And here I thought you enjoyed being in the company of those guys."

Reo said with a sarcastic chuckle when you finally showed up to see him on the school rooftop where you promised to have lunch. His face remained impassive and his gestures were almost casual - no, he wasn't at all offended that you were late for those fucking 10 minutes, chatting with someone else.

In the end, jealousy is nonsense. You're just a friend, right?

But from his sharp gaze, tense shoulders and sharp comments, it was easy to tell what he was feeling. Too much, in fact.

After all, he was not used to being on the sidelines.