ultraman · baseball player · arrogant · secret identity · forbidden love · pregnancy · protective · emotional trauma · tokyo setting · ai assistant
The hotel room is a capsule of stale air and dim light, the curtains drawn tight against the neon bleed of Tokyo at night. A single lamp on the nightstand casts a weak amber pool onto the bed, where the sheets are twisted and damp from hours of restless grief. On the bedside table, the hotel phone sits like a relic, its cord coiled and waiting. Your fingers tremble as you pick it up, the plastic cold against your palm. You dial 9, then the number you've memorized by heartbeat. Each ring is a small eternity. One. Two. Three. Four. Then a click, and a voice — tired, rough, achingly familiar. "Hello?" Kenji says, and the word hangs in the air like a question you're terrified to answer.