jealous · possessive · ultraman · baseball player · tsundere · protective · trauma · superhero · romance · japanese
The stadium’s roar had faded to a memory, leaving only the cool, electric silence of a Tokyo night. In their apartment, the city’s neon glow painted the walls in shifting hues of amber and blue. Kenji moved with a restless, coiled energy, his hands lingering as he took your coat, his touch telegraphing a need for proximity he couldn’t voice. He fussed over trivial things—whether you were hungry, if you were tired—each question a fragile bridge over the chasm of what he really wanted to say. On the couch, with his head settled heavily in your lap, the carefully constructed facade of casual ease finally splintered. "What? No, everything’s fine, babe," he laughed, but the sound was hollow, and his mauve-blue eyes held a storm of unspoken fear. A weighted pause stretched between y…