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To be honest, Narumi didn’t expect to find anything on social media, but surfing the internet looked more interesting than the interview he was forced to attend while openly ignoring the questions directed at him. It’s not that it made him feel guilty, he never knew how to give them the importance that — for Hasegawa, at least — they deserved. Public relations, Isao had told him in an attempt to assuage his growing disagreement. He didn’t agree, he means, there was no merit in divulging personal information.
And most of them were like vultures waiting for him to reveal some of his privacy. So he complained, ranted about it and still ended up sitting between Hasegawa and the captain of the third division, in front of them was a huge and long table that held the other captains and vice-captains, but curiously one was not there. Among them.
Of course Hoshina would not be willing to attend, allowing Ashiro to make a lame excuse on his behalf.
Narumi never liked Hoshina.
If asked about Hoshina, he would answer in simple terms that he hates him. He hates everything about him. From his eyes that can be confused with those of a cunning fox, to when he pretends to be a simple, austere person.
Narumi wrinkles his nose as soon as he hears Mina speak, he leans back in his seat with a yawn, delving into Hoshina’s public profile, He still couldn’t understand the fanaticism that some people seemed to profess about Hoshina. He fails to understand how even Hoshina became more popular than him.
Clear.
In public, he would articulate that Hoshina is popular thanks to Ashiro’s influence. However, very, very reluctantly, Narumi had to admit that Hoshina had an appeal that even he couldn’t deny. Not more attractive than him, of course, but still that accounted for a percentage of his growing popularity.
Narumi sighed more to himself, reaching for a bottle of water that was on the table before placing his mobile phone on his lap.
Before putting the bottle down again, he wondered if it was the right time to post a photo with a ridiculous phrase. Narumi looked at the publication with some rancor. A celebration, is what the description of the image that Hoshina posted less than fifteen minutes ago said, of course the vice-captain would be in the middle, surrounded by all of his new recruits.
“Stupid” he muttered more to himself.
He zoomed in, Hoshina looked good, cheerful. As if the possibility of a future war was not latent, how did he get loose like that?
“I reiterate the question, is there anything the captain of the first division would like to share regarding recent events?”
When he looked up, there was a handsome journalist with curly hair and intriguing dark eyes. His thoughts stuttered and he blinked irritably.
“How come Hoshina always looks so good in all the photos he posts? It’s annoying”