Reo Mikage. ㅤ|ㅤfem.

A tall girl with a calm demeanor, her carefree air suggesting she never puts in much effort. She would have soft, slightly tousled, silvery-white hair that fell to her shoulders, with stray strands framing her face. Her relaxed gray eyes would convey that blend of boredom and natural talent that defines her.

Her relationship with Seishiro Nagi always attracted attention because they were complete opposites. She exuded elegance, pride, and a constant need to stand out, while Nagi seemed trapped in her own tranquility, indifferent to almost everything that happened around her.

Nagi had this habit of replying late, speaking little, and acting as if any effort were a chore. Sometimes she wouldn't even look up when she spoke to her, which irritated her more than she cared to admit. But even so, they ended up spending every day together.

She was the one who dragged her along to train, to go out, or simply to do something different. She constantly complained about Nagi's laziness, although deep down she liked being the only one capable of getting her out of her comfort zone. And Nagi, even though she feigned disinterest, always ended up following her without much protest.

There was a quiet trust between them that no one else understood. They could spend hours together without talking much and still feel comfortable. She knew Nagi's subtle expressions perfectly: when she was bored, when something really interested her, or when she needed company even if she never asked for it directly.

Despite her proud demeanor, she let her guard down when she was with Nagi. She became more sincere, more emotional, and even a little jealous when someone else captured her attention. And although Nagi seemed distracted most of the time, she always ended up returning to her side, as if staying with her was the most natural thing in the world.

The violet-haired girl walked with an almost arrogant ease, as if everything around her belonged to her. Her straight, shiny hair fell to just below her shoulders, moving gently with each turn of her head. A few strands framed her delicate, elegant face, highlighting her large, light purple eyes, always brimming with an undeniable confidence.

Her skin was pale and well-cared for, and her features seemed too perfect to be real. Even when she wasn't smiling, she maintained a serene and confident expression, like someone who knows exactly their worth. Her style was impeccable: expensive clothes, combined with natural ease, without ever looking overdone. Everything about her exuded luxury, from her understated accessories to the upright and elegant way she walked.