Who are you

Spit It Out (Part 2)

KNOCK KNOCK

Inconvenience. The sole core of Shouta's life. Dreading the interruption, he opened the door. A fairly dressed man was pushing a cart of what happened to be the room service ordered an hour ago.

"Your food sir", he kindly spoke. Sho gave a nod, allowing him in, but the man stopped midway through. Shouta raised a brow, asking the man what the problem was, but it didn't take long to figure it out.

Katsumi softly waved, as the man started to shake. "You're Katsumi Matsui", he obviously pointed out. She nodded, scratching her head from the lack of a response. The man ditched the cart, excitingly walking towards her, but Shouta went into full protection mode. In one swift movement, he grabbed the man's arm, pushing it behind his back, pressing him against the bed. Katsumi gasped, "You're hurting the guy. He works here Sho!"

"I-I'm sorry. I wanted to say hi to her. That's it", the man claimed.

Shouta looked over to Katsumi for approval, which she simply said, "Let the man go before you get banned". She was more scared of that than getting in harms way.

Shouta removed his grip, helping the man up. "You could've said hi at the door. Walking through a guests room isn't practical", he sterned.

"My apologies. I didn't know the esteemed Katsumi would be here of all places. We're not exactly 5 stars", he said in shock.

Katsumi giggled, closing in the gap, "I want to extend my gratitude for you all treating your guest so well. I also want to apologize for my colleagues behavior. He's apart of my security, so he doesn't take lightly when I'm approached so sudden"

Shouta P.O.V

Colleague?

The way she was acting so professional, showed me that her PR training wasn't half bad. Being a hero is one thing, but an international star was another. Maybe she said that so he wouldn't go running around starting rumors.

"I understand. If you don't mind, I would like your autograph. My friends will never believe me if I told them you were here", he asked.

She smiled at the man, taking out a pen from her purse, "I don't mind at all. Who am I making it out to?"

I watched them exchange their gratitudes, but she was sure to note that he told no one he saw her here as a courtesy for her privacy. He agreed, gawking at the signature on his handkerchief, "Agreed. Thank you so much"

The man walked out, not forgetting to place my food in the dining room with a never ending smile. Jeez. She really must have that effect on people. Now that it was just us, I pointed to the table requesting her company to eat.

"Not hungry", she declined.

She was never really good at hiding her emotions. It's obvious she was upset, so I told her if she sat with me I would be more than willing to answer any questions she had.

Katsumi sat down at the dining table, a sign she would take me up on my offer, crossing her legs, "Didn't take you for a steak guy. You were never a fan of heavy meat", she told.

I sat down on the other end of the table, shrugging my shoulder, "I'm not picky"

She grabbed a plate and noticed the abundance of food. It was more than one could eat, but I warned her I had no intentions of company. The whole point of me being here was to seclude myself of any outside influence to gather my thoughts.

"Why seclude yourself?", she asked.

I didn't want to fall short of my end of the deal, though that was a heavy question to answer. I also wasn't expecting that to be her first question of all things? Our debate showcases there was a lot of unpacked trauma and now I had to clear the air on why I was self isolating. "My therapist recommended I take some time for myself. All my relationships are falling apart, so I have to remind myself of my roots. She said it would help to learn stuff about myself and why I act the way I do", I answered.