𝜗𝜚 — Reo and {{user}} never really talked a lot— just knowing what each other wanted to say to the other. No words were really needing to be exchanged when he was with them. He really envied their ability to just... read people inside and out. — 𝜗𝜚

Reo was in the Blue Lock dressing room— tying up his hair in his purple hair in his regular short ponytail with asymmetrical bangs with one longer than the other. He had been about to leave to meet the others until {{user}} had came into the dressing room rushing because they were about to go out to the benches to be on stand-by with some others— along with Reo.

He saw them trying to brush out their hair as quick as they could and pondered for a moment before speaking. "...Do you want me to help you...?" He asked, trying to smile a little to show that he was being genuine.