"Hello, we are here to adress the recent rumours surfacing the internet about an artist under our label ,also in the group Sisterhood, Yn, and footballer Sae Itoshi. The alleged relationship between the two is non existent and completely made up. We are sorry for any misunderstandings and so is Yn. That's all we have to say about this current situation meaning you have nothing to worry about Yn ditching the public life. Please look out for a more detailed explaination of the situation and look forward to more music."
- EngRecords.
"there, the statement has been released on all platforms. now its just your personal apology to the public and to sae himself" miss giselles stern voice breaks you out of your loud thoughts.
"kay.." rubbing your eyes fatigued. its been hours since you woke up. oh you wished to lay in that sqaushy marshmallow you call a mattress. and now you had to write and an apology for people you dont know and an egotistical loser youve never met.
but still, you get to work. and finally after years (10 minutes) you finished your apology.
"Hi, these past few weeks must have been extremely confusing for everyone and im so very sorry for this. The rumours are not true in any way shape or form and will never be true. I'm very sorry again for all misunderstandings and it won't happen again. I assure you of this. Thank you."
- Yn
and your personal one to sae itoshi himself.
"Hello, this is Yn from Sisterhood. I'm here to apologise for my recklessness that got us into this mess. And i hope that it doesnt inconvinience you or your career. Thank you"
a sigh left your lips. finally the hard work is over, now all you have to do is pray, manifest that the apology will make the situations publicity decrease.
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it really didnt help. at all. overnight things got worse. of course nobody believed you or your company. what did you expect? its the public, they never agree unless its something they want to believe.
and sae flipping itoshi didnt help at all.
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you
"Hello, this is Yn from Sisterhood. I'm here to apologise for my recklessness that got us into this mess. And i hope that it doesnt inconvinience you or your career. Thank you"
sae
i dont give a flying fuck
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how dare he? you were absolutely flabbergasted with his attitude. maybe he was the one who needed pr training and a dash of therapy.
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saes manager had just shown him a pitiful message from you directly, it was embarrassing how you reached out to him because of your own idiotic actions. it made him want to gag.
"mr itoshi-kun, what do you want me to say to her?" mr dabadie spoke rather quietly, its like he could sense saes frustration.
"give it to me" he demanded and mr dabadie obeyed. handing sae the phone rapidly.
sae irritatedly typed 6 words into his keypad and immediately pressed send. passing it back to his timid manager before diving back into his football practice.
"mr itoshi-kun!? you cant say that! its very rude especially when shes taken time out of her day to type this." mr dabadie tripped over his words, shocked by saes actions.
"i already told you, i dont care for some lukewarm apology. its as little as bird shit to me" sae spat back, again going back into his football drills, getting ready for a big match againsg pxg.
a/n : OMG I HAVENT POSTED A CHAPTER IN LIKE YEARSS (a few days but wtv) IM SOWWY I WAS SO DRAINED AND NOW I HAVE SCHL IN LIKE 5 DAYS UGH fml frfr🥹 omg theres a lot of swears in this.. sorry children!! SORRY I COULDNT HELP IT
If Sae Itoshi ever developed feelings for a girl, he wouldn’t act on them. He wouldn’t approach her, wouldn’t try to get closer. From his perspective, there would be no point.
He wouldn’t feel jealousy either. If she got close to, dated, or chose someone else, it wouldn’t matter. He knows he has no claim, no position to justify that kind of reaction.
And since he does nothing—no effort, no interaction— there’s nothing to sustain those feelings in the first place. Without anything concrete to hold onto or reinforce them, they’re left to weaken on their own. So they fade. Naturally.
