you were on your way to meet yukie when you found out about the new development on twitter. you'd gone home to change your outfit after college and now were heading to some kind of café.
you were not used to this. you were used to the occasional paparazzi picture and the off handed comments that you received from the custodians of tokyo high society.
the court of public opinion was something else entirely. twitter was this cesspool of toxicity and opinions and unsolicited criticism.
anything that got too much attention got subsequent negative attention in the form of "overrated" or "mid" or "trying too hard" or "she's really not all that".
those kinds of comments didn't bother you enough to interrupt your day but the new development on twitter definitely did.
because f1 twitter had discovered the viral 'who wore it best' tweet.
and your superstar reigning world champion brother's hardcore stans knew who you were.
kiyoomi did not mention his super rich family very often but there were pictures of you on his instagram for PR purposes.
and stans love jumping to conclusions. so some of them assumed you had a hostile relationship with him. but the general view was that you just weren't that close.
you were internally freaking out.
because in the blink of an eye, all of f1 twitter was talking about you and osamu- some arguing viciously and others shipping you both. one tweet gave rise to hundreds to thousands.
and the same negative principle followed. but this time, the hate was more direct.
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'y'all hype up the rich for absolutely no reason lmao that outfit is the most basic thing i've seen'
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'kiyoomi's sister is so irritating get her off my TL. never seen someone so mid in my whole life.'
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