Ryohei's POV

You were too good for her. "What did he meant that?" I thought as I swiftly made my way back into my apartment under the heavy rain. Throughout the past years, I understood the whole group of us had gotten closer to each other during the filming process and started to care for each other. But no-one had ever said such thing to me. My life had been nothing other than the fact that "I've never been good enough", from childhood, school to when I decided to give a try in the film industry and in love. It had always been tough as hell.

I did have to admit my heart was shattered at the time when I learned that Hana cheated on me with another man. All I ever did was to try to be the best boyfriend I could for her and bring happiness to her. But for her, it seems that my effort would only ever go down to "not being good enough". But the harsh reality is that life carries on whether you like it or not, so I continued my life as it is. At the time, when people on the set like Sawada and Octopus head were worried for my well-being, I just put on a fake smile and laughed it off. I don't want people's pity, I never do. So what is this strange feeling I am getting off Yamamoto? I knew we are friends and I always liked to hang out with him just like everyone else. We both shared the same interest in sports and usually do have quite a bit to talk to each other about. But why does this feels different? I've never been bothered by the fact that he is gay. I mean it's none of anyone else's business and homosexuality is not uncommon nowadays even in the entertainment industry. All along, I merely treated him as a good friend and if even more like a younger brother…

"Ryohei Sasagawa!" My chain of thought was interrupted by a large amount of walking noises coming from around the building. I turned to see what possibly was the nightmare for any celebrities to see- An army of paparazzi.

"Oh shit!" I muttered as I tried to get back inside the apartment before they surrounded me. Thankfully I was quick enough with my hands and feet, shutting the door right behind me, only to learn that a bigger army of them was waiting inside…

"Ryohei Sasagawa!" A female reporter asked with a microphone whilst I was too busy trying to shield my eyes against the dazzling flash lights from the cameras. "How do you feel about the news on your ex-girlfriend Hana Kurokawa's engagement?"

"How did you guys extremely even manage to get in?" was my rhetorical question as I am soon flooded by people in the corridor.

"Are you upset about the news?" Another reporter barged in.

"Ummm… no." was my answer.

"What is the reason you two broke off?" Another one asked.

"I thought I extremely answered that a year ago!" I said as I tried to push through them to the door of the elevator.

"Did she cheat on you like a source reported?" The crowd of paparazzi continued to follow me.

"No, we broke off through mutual agreement." I lied. Wasn't the first time I said that anyway.

"But we have a source that states differently." I couldn't even make out where the voice was coming from anymore.

"Well whatever it was, it was extremely bullshit." I was starting to sound annoyed.

"Why do you still stay in this apartment?" I ignored the question as I moved on ahead.

"Is it because of unspoken financial problems?" A reporter tried to feed her hand-held microphone towards my mouth.

"No! Of course not!" was my response.

"Are you suffering from depression over the news?" Another jumped right in front of me and asked.

"Wait what? Where did that come from?" I defended.

"A source had stated that you have locked yourself away from people in home for the past couple of days." A female voice weighed in.

"Where did you get your fucking sources from!?" I shouted as I pressed the elevator button.

"Is it true?" was all I could hear as people tried to barge in close to me in an attempt to get into the elevator.

"No! It's extremely fucking bullshit!" I was getting so tired from shouting.

"Is your career in Hollywood suffering?" Someone else questioned.

I for once paused and was taken aback by the question. I could feel the whole crowd had silenced waiting for me to respond. My thought had gone blank as I muttered a stuttered "no comment" as I stepped into the elevator and closed the door before anyone managed to get in.

"What was I doing?" I muttered to myself as the elevator reached my floor.

I quickly got out of the elevator. It looked like the paparazzi hadn't made it fast enough with the stairs to reach my place yet. So I ran to my door, opened it and shut it with a slam. I leaned against the door and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. It was then when I realised my phone was ringing in my jacket pocket, I saw the name displayed on the screen and answered.

"Shisho?" I answered, exhausted from the earlier encounter.

"Well at least you still have the decency to call me that." Colonnello answered down the phone.

"Umm… well what is the matter?" I asked.

"The paparazzi just ambush you in your apartment, right?" He merely asked.

"You are extremely fast on your news, Shisho." I said.

"As always." Colonnello said as he paused slightly, possibly fiddling with something on his hand. "Told you to move out that awful apartment long ago."

"Well I was going to live with Hana if we…"

"For fucking sake, Ryohei. We talked about this." Colonnello paused again. "That bitch threw you under the bus. I told you right from the start not to get involve with her."

"Yeah, I know but…"

"You got drunk and she was hot and blah blah blah. You told me millions of times before." Colonnello interrupted.

"Shisho!" I said in embarrassment.

"Yeah, I know we all made that mistake." He commented.

"Like you and Miss Mirch…?" I questioned.

"Don't put us on the same level!" Colonnello retorted before continuing. "Okay, you put the blinds down on all your windows yet?"

"I am extremely about too." I said as I moved to get the blinds sorted.

"Now, don't worry. The news is going to die down soon and everything will be fine." Colonnello said, though not a slight hint of sympathy can be heard.

"Yeah, Shisho, I extremely know. This isn't the first time." I said as I continued to sort through the windows.

"Of course I know. Just a matter of procedure." Colonnello retorted. "Now you let me know if anything else happens. I will get the paparazzi sort out."

"Okay, Shisho, I will do." I said as I ended the call.

When I finished with the windows, I noticed there was a message alert from Yamamoto.

Yo senpai. Is everything ok? I saw what happened on the gossip news.

"That quick eh?" I sighed at the speed of media nowadays as I typed to response.

No worries, I am fine. As usual, they made it sounds well too big of a deal. But don't think I should get out of the house tonight for dinner. Extremely sorry. I will text Haru.

I lied down on my bed with my shirt unbuttoned when I saw another message alert from him.

Hey no need to be sorry, we all know what it's liked. Let me know if you have any problems. Just go and take a rest now.

I smiled at the text before I started to drift off to sleep in exhaustion.