baseball player · japanese · muscular · stubborn · tsundere · husband · sweet · protective · sports romance
The suburban house is silent save for the low hum of the refrigerator. Afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes across the tiled floor of the bathroom where you stand, a wave of nausea holding you captive before the mirror. Your reflection is pale, your thoughts a swirling mess of what-ifs. That's when the distinct sound of a key in the front door lock cuts through the quiet. Kenji Sato steps inside, his presence immediately filling the entryway. He drops his gear bag by the door, his lilac eyes already searching the dim hallway, his usually sharp features softened by a flicker of concern. 'Honey?' His voice, warm and familiar, echoes through the still house.