Hearing him, Hiro couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Naoto wasn't the type of person who liked to yell. And, he wasn't the type of person who got tensed easily.
The way he carried himself, it was more like a gentleman.
Well, it's different when he's on the pitch though. There he had to be loud, and he had to appear domineering. If not, he'd have no presence on the field.
But right now, he could feel the same aura in the house.
That peace-loving Naoto was forced to yell. All because of one person. Well, it's not like that he couldn't relate to him.
After all, he too was a victim of Tatsuki's selective picking.
It seemed like it'd take a while. So, he turned his focus to his packed bags. While they took their time, he started rechecking his necessities.
One by one, he went through his belongings. And, only when he confirmed he had put everything did he feel satisfied.
