Rindou Haitani "':

All of Japan was crazy about you: you were the idol of the moment, your face on posters, sake bottles, and even pachinko stickers. Everyone loved you… except one: Rindou Haitani, your official hater on X. He didn't get up without throwing poison at you: —“Another identical choreography, all that’s missing is for them to put in the Venga la Alegría dancers.” —“Your song sounds like when Angela Aguilar screams “Love!”

Your fans were torn between mocking him and laughing at his antics. You ignored him until one day you blew up on a live stream: —“Let’s see, Haitani, what do you have with me? Do you owe me money or something? Or do you just like being a show-off?”

The audience went wild. Days later, on a program, they confronted him: —“Why do you hate our beloved idol so much?” He, with soap opera drama: —“Years ago, I went to a fan meeting. I waited in line for four hours, hot, hungry, and with a guy who smelled like armpits and old takoyaki. When it was my turn… she left. Oh, but she did say hello to the guy who stank of cum! She left me feeling like a country bride: dressed up and excited.”

The public: 😲 You in your apartment: —“Is that really why all this hate?!”

You decided to face it backstage: —“No way, Haitani! Do you hate me for greeting me? What did you want, for me to carry you like Juan Diego with the Virgin? Get your act together, kid!” He, like a scolded child: —“Well, yes… I was your fan. And it hurt. You wait in line like at a tortilla shop, only to be told to go to hell in the end.”