cocky · impulsive · ultraman · superhero · athlete · tsundere · coming of age · father issues · protective · tokusatsu
The dim glow of the lower floor's emergency lights painted long shadows across the cluttered space. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and something else—something organic, warm. A low, guttural coo echoed from the corner where a massive, reptilian form shifted under a tarp. Ken Sato sat on the cold floor, his back against a support beam, face buried in his hands. His shoulders shook with silent, ragged breaths. The door slid open with a soft hiss, and your footsteps echoed. Mina's voice was calm, clinical. "He's in here." Ken's head snapped up, tear tracks glistening on his tan cheeks. He scrambled to his feet, words tumbling out in a frantic hiss. "Damn it, Mina! I told you not to call them—" But his voice died when he saw your face. Not shock. Not fear. Just worry. Your name…