Takashi fled the scene in utter disarray—his police hat lost sowhere along the way.
He'd seen videos before of fans tackling celebrities, like Liu Qianizi and Han Xue, but he never imagined it would happen to him.
"Are all my fans this crazy?"
Crouched in a dark alley corner, Takashi looked back at the remaining caraman and female officer, still shaken.
At so point during his flight, only the caraman and the female officer had kept up.
Gotta say, being a caraman isn't easy.
Yet he'd managed to run while protecting his cara.
"..." The caraman didn't answer, silently continuing to film.
The female officer just gave a polite, embarrassed smile.
She said nothing—yet seed to say everything.
'Well, yeah. Anyone who likes can't be normal.' Takashi reflected on his on-cara persona and figured it was no surprise that so fans turned out extre.
The three of them waited for a while, and eventually a few more officers returned—but Superintendent Konoe was still nowhere to be seen.
Takashi later learned via walkie-talkie that the earlier chaos had injured so people, and Konoe had stayed behind to handle the scene while telling them to keep recording.
'Damn it, I'm going to get flad again.'
Takashi knew what was coming.
Fans misbehave, the celebrity takes the fall.
He didn't even want to imagine what his comnt section would look like tonight.
Sure, he had lots of fans—but even more haters and keyboard warriors.
And this happened during a positive energy campaign. What part of this looked "positive"?
Feeling dejected, Takashi still couldn't help but open the comnt section—even knowing he'd regret it.
Sure enough, the top comnts were pure mockery.
He scrolled for a long while before finally finding one fan comnt:
[Gege-sama, I'm willing to fight the whole world for you.]
Takashi nearly passed out.
Why would he want to fight the whole world?
He wasn't so German art student who failed their entrance exam.
He didn't want to be enemies with the world.
(Fan: That's not your decision—we'll do it for you.)
'Trolls. All trolls!'
Takashi swore inwardly and ssaged his agent.
[Did you identify the person who attacked ? Was she sent by a rival to sar ?]
He desperately hoped the woman wasn't a real fan.
Ogitsu Yoshiko: [She's your fan.]
Takashi: [I don't believe it! Proof?]
Ogitsu Yoshiko: [Screenshot]
Takashi opened the image—and took a critical hit right off the bat.
Userna: [Kitahara Supermarket ]
Takashi: "..."
Stay calm. Stay calm.
He took a deep breath and scrolled further—and imdiately regretted it.
Five minutes ago, she posted:
[Got punched hard in the stomach by Gege today… ow, it hurts, but it felt so good. Gege is so strong.]
—with a photo of her flat belly.
00:35 AM today —
[Finally t Gege in person! I have to make a deep impression.]
11:45 PM yesterday —
[Just thinking about eting Gege tomorrow… I'm so excited I can't sleep.]
10:41 PM yesterday —
[Watched Gege's Koshien ga again. His hands are so big… I want him to choke hard.]
Takashi turned off his screen, pinched his perfect nose bridge, closed his eyes, and looked pained.
How had she managed to assault him… through the screen?
"Where are we headed next?"
The female officer quickly answered, "Futaba Kindergarten."
"Kindergarten? Kindergarten sounds great."
Surely nothing unexpected could happen there.
Right now, Takashi just wanted to make it through the day in one piece.
…
Even before the car arrived at Futaba Kindergarten, Takashi could already see the school officials waiting at the gate.
He parked nearby, stepped out, and shook hands with them as they exchanged pleasantries and walked into the school.
Takashi didn't need to give lectures to class after class—the principal led him directly to the elentary school auditorium.
He found it packed to the brim.
There were children, adults, reporters with all their equipnt—hundreds of people in total.
It felt like he was about to give a speech to run for Pri Minister.
Whoa!
As Takashi opened the auditorium doors and stepped inside, the entire room broke out in excitent.
"Kitahara Takashi! It's really him, live in person!"
"He actually ca!"
"He really is as handso as in the photos! I thought they were edited."
The lights at the scene were flashing nonstop.
The little kids just kept staring wide-eyed at Takashi, thinking this big brother was really good-looking.
But the adults? They whipped out their phones and started snapping photos like crazy.
Because Japanese phones can't disable the flash during shooting, Takashi felt slightly uncomfortable.
Standing in the back row, Ogitsu Yoshiko considered whether she should hire a South Korean coach for Takashi—he clearly wasn't good at handling being in the spotlight.
"Big sis, look, it's Kitahara-oni!"
In the crowd, Gotoh Futari, who was tightly hugged by Gotou Hitori, excitedly stood up to greet Takashi—but was instantly restrained by her anxiety-ridden sister, held so tightly she couldn't move an inch.
"Sis, I can't breathe."
Gotou Hitori didn't seem to hear, holding her sister even tighter, as if clinging to her would give her a sense of safety.
'I shouldn't have co.'
Gotou Hitori was full of regret now.
When she heard Takashi would be visiting her sister's kindergarten, she figured it would just be little kids, so there shouldn't be a problem—and ca along.
She didn't expect this many people to show up.
Had she known, she would've never co.
At this mont, Takashi hadn't noticed Gotoh Futari.
There were just too many people—a whole sea of them—making it hard to spot anyone specific.
Takashi took the script handed to him by the policewoman and calmly walked on stage, talking about the importance of traffic safety with no sign of stage fright.
His clear enunciation and composed deanor were recorded by the crowd.
The script was long—he spoke for a full fifteen minutes before stepping down. Then ca the interactive segnt.
"Oniichan! Oniichan! Over here! Over here!"
He had planned to just randomly pick a child to interact with, but when he heard soone calling out to him—and the voice sounded familiar—he turned and saw Gotoh Futari.
His steps changed direction.
'Aaaaah, he's coming, he's coming, he's coming—what do I do?!'
Gotou Hitori watched Takashi walk toward her. Around her, all the caras turned her way. She tightened her hug on her sister even more.
Gotoh Futari was nearly rolling her eyes from the suffocating grip. She reached her little hand out to Takashi, wordlessly begging: Oniichan, save .
Takashi walked over quickly, smiling and opening his arms. "Co on, hand her to ."
"Ah—oh."
Gotou Hitori, as if tossing away a ticking ti bomb, handed her sister over.
Takashi caught Gotoh Futari steadily and gently patted her on the back.
"Sis, you almost choked !" Gotoh Futari first complained, then clung to Takashi's neck like a sloth.
"Oniichan, you have no idea how many people have been confessing to lately—because of you."
Takashi laughed. "Because of ?"
"Yup."
Gotoh Futari nodded her little head with determination.
"Ever since you beca famous, our school's been full of your little fangirls."
'Kids in Japan mature this fast? Chasing idols in kindergarten?' Takashi thought, but still patiently asked, "And what does that have to do with ?"
"Well, last ti our teacher asked us to each share sothing amazing we've done."
"Ryu Reina said: I kissed Takashi."
"Since that day, people keep confessing to —and they're all girls."
Gotoh Futari spoke casually, not realizing that Takashi's smile had faded—and many parents nearby were now casting wary glances at him.
They simply couldn't believe that soone who looked so proper could actually be a lolicon.
On the internet, if you say you like lolis, your group chats might echo: "Sa here!"
But in real life, if you so much as lay a finger on a loli, even people in your own group would slap you and spit on you.
"It was her cheek. Just the cheek," Takashi clarified.
He always left a backup for himself. Even in conversations, he had a habit of keeping records.
He showed the parents the photo from that day—Gotoh Futari kissing him on the cheek while he held her in his arms.
Only then did the parents let down their guard.
The parents believed it—but the reporters and paparazzi? They lowered their heads and started typing.
[Shocking! Takashi Is Actually…!!!]
[Revealed: Takashi's True Colors—He Likes Little Girls?!]
[Protect the Children—Beware of Kitahara!]
One especially shaless reporter even wrote:
[Illegitimate Child?! Popular Star Appears at Charity Event With Girlfriend and Daughter!]
The photo used was a snapshot of Gotou Hitori passing Gotoh Futari to Takashi.
And honestly?
The angle really did make it look convincing.
"What the hell is wrong with you guys! I swear, I'll send you all cease-and-desist letters!" Takashi knew trouble was brewing the mont he saw their fingers flying.
He rushed over and wanted to send out a letter to each one on the spot.
The paparazzi didn't even acknowledge him, continuing to work without pause.
'What is happening anymore…'
Ogitsu Yoshiko watched the whole day's filming and felt a headache coming on.
Good news: Takashi was about to go viral again.
Bad news: It would be infamous.
Sa "One-Day Commissioner" campaign—how had he turned it into such a circus?
…
"Next ti sothing like this cos up, don't call ," Takashi grumbled that evening over dinner, sitting with the policewoman, Ogitsu Yoshiko, Gotoh Futari, and Gotou Hitori.
The caraman and a few officers sat at a different table.
"I didn't think you'd stir up so much nonsense either," Ogitsu replied.
As a seasoned industry professional, even she had no idea where to start on PR damage control for Takashi.
Because honestly, there was too much to fix.
So much it felt like the tangled ss of electric wires in India—no clear starting point.
Managing Takashi felt a thousand tis harder than handling Sakurajima Mai.
Gotou Hitori just sat in a daze, watching Takashi banter with his manager. She still couldn't believe she was sitting at the sa table as Takashi.
Of course, she was only here thanks to her extroverted little sister, Gotoh Futari.
When Takashi's group was about to leave, Gotoh Futari dragged her sister over—and just like that, she ended up having dinner with her idol.
Really, if it weren't for Futari, with Hitori's level of social anxiety—she couldn't even speak clearly to strangers—she never would've managed this.
Even now, despite Takashi being right in front of her, Gotou Hitori didn't have the courage to ask him for a signature.
After dinner, the group took a police car to send the Gotou sisters ho.
Probably because it was her first ti in a police car, Gotoh Futari looked around with curiosity, even poking her head out the window from ti to ti—only to be yanked back by Gotou Hitori.
Just as the car was about to enter a residential area, Gotoh Futari suddenly shouted, "Stop the car!"
Everyone was startled. Even Gotou Hitori turned to her sister in confusion.
"Big sister police officer! Please stop the car!" Gotoh Futari pleaded anxiously, reaching for the door like she was about to jump out.
The policewoman quickly hit the brakes.
"What's wrong?" Takashi asked.
"My friend's being bullied by those bad kids again—I have to help her!"
Takashi and the policewoman exchanged glances and imdiately got out of the car.
"Where?" Takashi asked.
"Over there!"
Gotoh Futari pointed to a park they had just passed.
Takashi dashed in that direction, followed closely by the caraman.
'What the heck is his actual job?'
The policewoman was stunned by how fast the caraman could run—with a full cara rig.
When Takashi arrived at the park, he saw it was half-abandoned: overgrown weeds, old equipnt.
Under the slide, a group of boys surrounded a girl, pouring sothing on her head while laughing and clapping.
Takashi rushed over and shoved one of the boys to the ground, then took off his uniform jacket and wrapped it around the drenched girl.
The girl's whole body was soaked, her hair stuck to her face, head bowed so her features weren't clearly visible.
"Who the hell are you?!"
The boy Takashi had pushed got up angrily—then froze when he saw the police uniform.
But a second later, he shouted, "Help! A cop hit a kid! A cop hit a kid!"
The other kids also began yelling in unison—none of them afraid of the badge.
"You little brat, shut it!"
Takashi raised his hand and slapped the boy.
The policewoman didn't even have ti to stop him.
Takashi hit hard—the kid spun like a top before falling over.
The boy stared at the Japanese officer in disbelief. He couldn't understand.
Why would this man dare to hit him?
He was just a kid!
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