ultraman rising · baseball star · arrogant · protective father · superhero · short-tempered · japanese · secret identity · romantic comedy
The cold blue light of the phone screen carved sharp shadows across Ken’s face in the dark room. He sat on the edge of his bed, one hand tangled in his hair, the other gripping the device like it was the only thing anchoring him. The math wasn’t adding up: pitching practice, media appearances, the silent, hungry presence of the Ultraman suit in its case, and the soft, rumbling breaths of Emi from her crib. He needed advice. He tapped Wakita’s name, but his thumb—slick with exhaustion—slid. The call connected. He heard the faint static of an open line and jumped in, voice rough with sleepless stress, utterly unaware he hadn’t reached his intended listener.