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You were a fan of baseball, have been forever. Growing a natural retention for the Giants specifically due to your mother and father. Your afternoons were filled with watching live games just to pull up recordings of them late at night because you enjoyed the excitement. It was a major bonding factor between you and your parents even as you grew older. There would always be a recording going during gatherings and a team’s loss was either a make or break of the day.
Despite this, you adored films just the same, if not more. The life of an actor was a glorious one and your parents only hoped you would strive for what you deserved . So you did, landing many auditions to side jobs to big roles. The whole world knew your name at this point, which came as a curse and a blessing.
You were genuine when it came to your fans and the media as a whole but it’s also genuine to grow annoyed, wanting to live your private life in peace. The media was invasive, and frankly needy, if you could say it as nice as possible. They were speculating who you were seeing, who you weren’t, why you haven’t been seen with friends, why this one guy claimed to know you in elementary… It's exhausting.
So to keep your childlike self somewhat alive, you were attending the Giants’ games every time they played. It was the one thing you could claim was the inspiration and motivation behind everything you did. Nothing invigorated you more than seeing a winning game with a killer homerun to throw it together and now, for sure, the Giants never disappoint. You sit in the stands at the start of the game, deeply disguised as much as you can. Not just a usual get-up like shades, big jacket and hat but a wig too. It helps to hide your natural features better, almost like a temporary shield before people start to realize the person sneaking sips in the corner of the stadium was the next big moviestar. You’d be damned if you let your fame take you away from being able to witness games in real time, not just from your tv. Why not put the film money to good use anyways?
Crossing a leg over the other, you watch the players fidgeting in their dens as the game starts up finally with announcers making themselves noticed. You focus in on the Giants’, a prominent face standing out from the fence as the camera rolls over all them. Kenji Sato, nicknamed Ken by most and Mr. Perfectly Handsome by all. You couldn’t begin to deny his features were crafted by the gods but that was not the point. The point is that Kenji is the ultimate weapon of the Giants’ even after his slip up at the beginning of the season. You were weary about his performance keeping up, scared that he might begin to slip if not careful. No one was 100% sure of why he was so off his game when he seemed confident to start.
Quickly you shake yourself out of the thoughts, not just because the game was starting or you caught yourself being as nosey as the media to you or because he was staring right at you….
Wait, what?
You blink quick as Kenji himself steps up to bat, his grip seeming natural over the bat at this point. Before starting his stance, he seems to glance around the stadium to try to start more uproar for his batting. The crowd, composed of teenage girls, shook the stadium with their directed cheers yet his gaze seems to stay towards your direction. For whatever reason, he reaches his fingers to his lips to press a kiss and send it off when his hand raises back up.
The stadium seems to quiet all at once in anticipation before roaring to life, either out of anger or passionate fangirling. You can hardly focus, worried and internally freaked out that you had been found or even noticed by Kenji Sato himself. Does he know I’ve been here every game? Oh, god, maybe I really am acting like the paparazzi… You decide to think, pushing away the thought of how he decided to basically blow his kiss towards you, in your direction. Could that really be a coincidence??
You force yourself to look around. No one seemed to rush over because they noticed you but because of the sudden act, some people were still staring over at your direction as they whispered if that was you or not. Doesn’t even matter if the loverboy that made the roar happened was running to second base now, they would rather figure out who this mysterious person was in the hideous get-up. You sit for a minute longer before pushing yourself out of the seating and excusing yourself, you could hardly focus on the game after that.
You quickly made plans with your bodyguard after such a short notice, hurrying over the phone for him to bring a car around. You met him with the car in the parking ramp, climbing in the back before he started the trip back home. You hate to leave the game behind but it was either go or stay and draw a crowd anyway when you wanted to be private for an hour. You took a more noble option considering Kenji truly deserved all the attention for that little stunt he pulled. You grumble to yourself, sourly pulling out your friend to text a close friend about the situation. You’re unsure of what you want from a response but anything would suffice honestly, you just needed to feel not crazy for a second.
Even though you’ll regret it in a minute, you pull up Twitter as a confirmation for tonight. Immediately when searching your name, or the game or Kenji Sato: there it is.
ariaaaa<3 @ultr4fine
OMGGG I SWEAR I JUST SAW F/N L/N AT THE GIANTS’ GAME WTFF
teeheheh @lolzerz
Replying to @ultr4fine
girl don’t lie now…..istg
ariaaaa<3 @ultr4fine
Replying to @lolzerz
BITCH LOOK!!!!!!! THEY WERE IN OUR SECTION!!!!
Below the frantic tweet that began to blow up with views and likes was a very clear view of an embarrassed you in your stupid disguise. The person must’ve taken the photo from behind someone else, the blurriness showing either their excitement or nervousness. Not so clear as you thought but you nonetheless because of your slipping shades and agape mouth. Well, at least they had found to just talk about you at the game and not about Ken-
teeheheh @lolzerz
Y’all omg if F/N L/N was rlly at the game tonight……. do u guys think
they're together..
jammi @jusonitty
Replying to @lolzerz
KEN AND Y/N???? Kill me im so jealous
shan-on-on-on @eahupdates
Replying to @lolzerz
Don’t know who i’d want to be more tbh
vitamin ME!!! @satosgf
Replying to @lolzerz
U guys are delusional they dont even talk LMFAO 😭😭
You scroll..
shan-on-on-on @eahupdates
Ok i know kenji looks rlly hot tonight but idk i think
he was throwing that kiss towards someone👀
vitamin ME!!! @satosgf
Replying to @eahupdates
DO NOT FEED THE DELUSIONS GIRL
scotchy doesn’t know @mikuh44tsu
Replying to @eahupdates
Ur joking who?????
shan-on-on-on @eahupdates
Replying to @mikuh44tsu
It was def Y/N, they were confirmed there tonight
scotchy doesn’t know @mikuh44tsu
Replying to @eahupdates
Proof? ???
You scroll some more..
teeheheh @lolzerz
OKAY maybe its a secret relationship we don’t know,, my oomf saw Y/N run out after it started tho so maybe he’s getting a lecture rn loll
scotchy doesn’t know @mikuh44tsu
Replying to @lolzerz
Wouldn’t be surprised 😭
You smack the phone down on the seat, holding yourself back from doom scrolling more until your stomach grows sick. The whole internet was talking about you and Kenji . You and a guy who have never shared a word nor thought about more than his batting. You force yourself to silence the notifications of all social media to have some moments of silence from now on and that’s how the trip back was.
You knew in the morning you were going to wake up to more missed calls from your manager than anything else. Twitter spreads faster than paparazzi these days, for the most part. If you happen to run into him for any reason, it’s over . Your entire private life, your solitude between your acting and your home life. Nothing could be less sacred than a public relationship with Kenji Sato. Which was not real by the way! And never would be, thankfully.
Following sleep, you practically jump out of bed by 7 am after knocking out almost shamefully after last night. The noise that startled you awake was a sharp call rattling your phone against the nightstand. You turn it over, revealing a simple cute chibi fox as your manager’s contact photo. She had called right at 7, practically waiting on the phone for your wakeup routine. Reluctantly, you pick up while rubbing the bridge of your nose, “...Hi.”
“Oh, c’mon Y/N, don’t ‘hi’ me.” Her patience cut through her words, the pacing of her feet almost breaking through the speaker. “You must know why I’m calling, if you even glance at my messages anymore.” She adds.
You wince away from the speaker of the phone, mentally reminding yourself to read the stream she left earlier, “I - uh, I do, actually. This must be about-”
“Kenji. Sato.” Your manager interrupts. You had a history of running on her patience but this was obviously different, very upsetting in fact. “He engaged with you last night, and even if ‘he didn’t’ and you don’t want to admit that, you have a whole bunch of tweets convinced that you two are together.” She states simple facts, although you could barely control the situation.
“We’ll just, uh.. send out a denial request from my main account to confirm the situation. Can’t we do that?” You ask, almost unsure of how easy it would be to climb out of this hole that a man started.
“Do you think that’ll stop it? You’ve opened a huge can of worms on these people and it could mess with your next projects if we have huddling crowds and or Sato’s company down our backs.”
You hated the words but you knew she was right. There was no guarantee that people would settle from a simple “Hey! No” post, in fact it might rile them right up. Could trying be so hard though? “Just try, please. It’s better than nothing.. Right?”
The call goes silent for a moment before your manager breaks it with sigh, actively shifting on her feet, “Fine, sure. We’ll set one up, as long as you write it and send it back by 12pm, okay? We can’t give them radio silence.”
You open your mouth to argue before nodding, you couldn’t be passive in your own drama. You say your quiet goodbyes for the morning and set your phone down in your lap with the notes app open. You enjoy giving your fans the genuine side of yourself but sitting down to write a denial tweet about your secret relationship with a brewin lovechild was hard. It was hard to not write out all of your thoughts into Twitter’s word count. You close your eyes, resting your head against the headboard of the bed. You remember Kenji from last night, pulling that stupid smile and stupid gesture that got you into this mess in the first place. Slowly, you look down and switch from notes to Twitter almost as an instinct. Your timeline is a mess, full of theories, fake photos and more screaming of last night but it seems especially intense now..
You scroll, preparing to be contained to the app once again before your eyes widen at the next tweet that showed:
num 1 giant ! @kkenjisato
Awesome game last night huh ?? Rocked it out of the park !💪💪 Always nice to meet fans and special someones ! 😎
We play next week, 5pm ! SeeYa !
Although inherently harmless, the tweet caught attention from all of the fans from all around the world, both yours and Kenji’s. Definitely not good.
It was a mix you could imagine; “SOMEONES??”, “ken you ain’t slick!!!!”, “girl we know who was there!”, “guys he basically confessed LOL”.
Suddenly the blank note in the app seemed pointless, he had just sealed their fate without a second thought. Thinking for a few moments, you’re brought back to your phone screen when your phone buzzes. Your manager is texting again, almost frantically or angrily. Did she see them too…?
You open it from the notification up top, reading:
"OK, nevermind. That tweet is not gonna work.
You need to meet up with him. In person.
His place or yours. It doesn’t matter.
You two need to talk about this drama. His company is fed up with me, Y/N.
Fix it. OK?"
Your jaw drops. You were being fed to the sharks by your own manager, to fix a stupid fake relationship that isn’t real. At least it helps focus your anger on him, because it is his fault. Kenji’s dumb fault.
You force yourself out of your messages and back into Twitter, pulling up a DM with you and Kenji. Frantically, your thumbs moved faster than your thoughts as you had a piece of your mind to give him.
"Hello, Mr. Sato. I’m sure you’re not oblivious
nor blind to the drama that has been concocted
to address us as a secret relationship. There
is more to it but that’s not the point. The point
right now is that I need to reach you face to
face to settle this pressing matter and decide
how you want to deny it and fix the situation.
Please get back to me when you can.
Thank you. -Y/N"
Honestly the message was way more nice than you intended, opting to not piss him off or have him block you in case this never gets resolved. If he answers and agrees then you can talk your shit in person; it’ll be more satisfying anyways. You stare at the sent text for a while longer, ultimately regretting the choice as if he were to respond back right away. Well, who wouldn't? This was obviously serious so yes, obviously you were going to get what you want. 3 minutes more and it didn't seem like it was happening so you opt for a follow up, unable to decide between aggressively forward or something more pleasant. You fiddle your thumbs a while longer to try to continue the sentence before your message changes from Sent to Read. Oh my god, he's reading it...
His thought bubble appears shortly after, seeming to take his time on how to throw you for a loop next.
He responds:
"I'm happy to make your acquaintance, Y/N. I
understand your frustration and am happy to
help. Perhaps we can work something out if
you join me for dinner , yeah? I'll give you
my address if you'd like, should I send for someone
for tomorrow night @ 7PM?"
You're stunned. The message was well thought out and even considerate, yet he seems less freaked about this than you. You reread it a few more times, deleting your last drafted message to respond immediately. You decline the need for a ride just to note your bodyguard would have to be available tomorrow night, and without even realizing it, you have agreed to meet Kenji Sato at his private mansion for a dinnertime meeting. This might be a dream come true is some sense, more to others than you but the least you could have wished for is that it didn't have to be under this circumstance. The conversation barely continues after that with you both logging out at the same time with single goodbyes and "have a good one"s.
Suddenly, you felt as if you could not wait for tomorrow to come any faster.