Secret Weapon

Chapter 5

🗓️ Wednesday, March 20〔 🌏 〕Japan ☀️hour; 9:08am🌸Spring
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It's finally Wednesday, and I wake up with a strange mix of excitement and nerves humming in my chest. It's not like me to feel this way, I'm Reo Mikage, after all. I'm used to being in control, knowing exactly what I want, and making it happen. But today feels different. I'm not just heading to a meeting or a training session, I'm going to spend time with her, outside of our usual settings, and the anticipation is almost too much to handle.
After getting dressed, I check the mirror one last time. I've gone with something simple yet stylish—a fitted navy white button-up and back pants, nothing too formal but still put-together. I don't want to seem like I'm trying too hard, but at the same time, I want to make a good impression. Smoothing down my shirt, I grab my keys and head out the door, trying to keep my cool.
My white Porsche 911 Turbo S is waiting in the parking lot at the mansion. It's one of my favorite cars—sleek and powerful. As I slide into the driver's seat, I can't help but think about how today will go. The plan is simple: Pick her up, take her to a small café I know by a park, and just....talk? But despite the simplicity, I can't shake the feeling that this day might mean more than I originally thought. The drive to her apartment was smooth, the roads relatively empty at this early hour. As I pulled up to the entrance I texted her that I was waiting outside for her.

Soon after I spotted her stepping out of the building, and my breath caught in my throat.

She's wearing an open-shoulder dress that falls just above her knees, a soft pastel color that contrasts beautifully with her skin. The dress flows gently with each step she takes, revealing more of her legs that I'm used to seeing, and it takes everything in me not to stare.

But I do stare.

I can't help it. The dress accentuates her figure in a way that her usual jeans or sweatpants never did, and seeing her like this—so effortlessly elegant, confirms the thoughts I've been trying to ignore these past few days. My heart races, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe.

She notices me watching her and offers a small, somewhat shy greeting nod as she approaches the car. I quickly snap out of it, reminding myself to play it cool. I step out of the car, opening the door for her.

"You look... Incredible." I manage to say, my voice a little lower than I intended.

"Thank you..." she replies softly, her eyes meeting mine for a brief moment before she looks away quietly. "This was the nicest thing I had in my closet... I'm not really used to wearing things like this often."

I clear my throat, trying to regain my composure, "You really should wear things like that more often... you look good..." and gently close the door once she's settled inside. "You look more than good," I thought to myself. I'm hyper-aware of her presence next to me, the scent of her perfume filling the small space of the car. It's a subtle, sweet scent that only adds to the surreal quality of the moment.
The drive to the café is quiet, but not uncomfortable. I can feel the tension between us, the kind that's charged with unspoken thoughts and feelings. I glance over at her every now and then, catching glimpses of her as she looks out the window, her dress brushing against her legs. Every time I look, my heart seems to skip a beat, and I can't help but wonder what she's thinking. Does she feel the same tension? Does she know how much I'm affected by her right now?