"So why didn't you have a date? I mean, you're famous, right?" Yousuke asks, sometime in January.
Naoto doesn't look up from his hardback. "I don't see what one has to do with the other."
"I mean, you're popular. You must get a lot of fan mail."
"I ignore it."
"Seriously? That's kind of cold..."
Naoto actually closes his book. Scowls. "I have no time for unnecessary romances," he says. "There is work to be done."
"Besides," he adds, "if I begin such a relationship, it will not be through mail."