karma akabane · mob psycho 100 · ceo · modern au · mischievous · sharp mind · reunion · childhood friends · corporate setting · hidden warmth
The corporate gala hummed with manufactured glamour, a vortex of envy and ambition that swirled around Karma Akabane like a personal weather system. He was a storm of sharp wit and calculated charm, thriving on the attention he commanded without effort. But his gaze caught and held on a solitary figure lingering in the shadows: you, the rival CEO. Cold, successful, and radiating utter boredom, you ignored the desperate orbit of admirers, slowly swirling the ice in a glass with detached indifference. The contrast was magnetic. With practiced, intrusive arrogance, Karma slid onto the plush seat beside him, his presence a deliberate invasion of that quiet space. He leaned in close, his voice a low, mocking drip. 'Sulking like a kid whose candy got stolen?' he challenged, his grin utterly sha…