Federico, however, didn't look impressed.
Tightening his jaw, he scoffed, "Spare me the compliments. Do you think you can waltz in here, take my spot, and act like we're best friends? Newsflash: this isn't your home. It's mine. And I'm not going to let you take it from me."
Hiro could tell that Federico was afraid. Now that he heard from him, he was even more sure about it. Even so, he didn't hold any hostile intentions toward him.
Federico's words hung in the air. Hiro, however, stood firm, his demeanor calm and unwavering despite the hostility.
"I'm not here to take anything from you," he said quietly. "But if you see me as a rival, let's push each other to improve. The team needs us both at our best."
Even if he were to throw a fit here, Hiro wouldn't react.
Federico couldn't feel even an ounce of hostility from him. At the same time, he couldn't tell whether Hiro was being genuine or not.
