'How have you been dear?'
'Hi Mami. Sorry for not texting. Been busy.'
'That's alright. Have you met Sena by any chance yet?'
'Yeah.'
'And?'
'You're curious...'
'Haha, you don't want to tell me about him?'
'I leave you in the 'he is a fine man' delusion.'
'Language!'
'Sorry, sorry.
But seriously, I don't wanna talk about it.'
'You're just saying that now...'
'I'm being serious Mom. I don't know what to think about him anymore.'
'Huh?'
'It's a long story. Don't wanna bore you with it. Back to work.'
'You're going to leave me hanging? Pops would like to know too!'
'Maybe some other time...'
The last few days... Torture, pure torture. Almost. In a way. In a sense. It was just confusing honestly and their brain started hurting. What were they supposed to do? How were they supposed to figure things out? Honestly, things started to make less and less sense to Ann when it came to Izumi himself. Reports varied from their own perception of him, and even that part started to crumble. First Sora's words seemed so empty to them but the more they got the chance to observe him from afar, the more they were questioning him. Things became so complicated over time, they couldn't believe it.One time they came across him while talking to one of the idols of StarPro. To not be noticed they hid, wanting to see something for themselves. A different side they hoped. Something which would justify the pity they felt in this weird nightmare. And they were kind of surprised. Actually, had they ever seen him smile in any way before? No, even if it had become off putting at points. A smile was a smile however. 'That guy can actually smile!?' they thought, observing the conversation with... Uhm... Well... Maybe someone close to Izumi. After all, they referred to the blonde male with glasses as 'Yuu–Kun', a rather affectionate nickname. And he loved talking every second to 'Yuu–Kun', as mundane as it was. In fact, if they didn't know any better, he knew how to tease... If one wants to call it teasing.
Regardless, the treatment Ann experienced was the total opposite from Yuu–Kun's. Even if they felt sorry at points, given Izumi had nearly crossed a line here and there from their own observations Regardless, there was no... Ill intentions. He just really liked this fellow idol from another agency and seemed to care. Not in a 'oh we are working in the same industry so I pretend to care for you' kind of way, but... Actually caring. Actually enjoying the chat. It was a bizarre side of Izumi's, something Ann was arguably not used to seeing. It took a bit until they could even accept that this was Izumi and not some clone. Seriously, they were stubborn enough to make themselves believe such absurd things. As long as there was no hint that Izumi had some redeemable qualities. It made them question if they were not just trying to tell themselves all sorts of things just to be able to bash on Izumi. Maybe no one could blame them but when seeing this, they felt a little stupid.
Though it would be an easy one if it had been just that. Big deal if it happens towards one person after all."Did you seriously forget to eat lunch again!?"
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FanfictionWhen starting her job at the Ensemble Square Ann expected things to go rather peacefully, perhaps uneventful. But of course, life isn't like that. Enter Izumi Sena, the local man who knows how to be a pain in the ass. He's gotta be one of the worst...