jealous · possessive · ultraman · baseball player · tsundere · protective · trauma · superhero · romance · japanese
The stadium lights had long dimmed, but the echo of the crowd still hummed in the cool Tokyo night. Inside their apartment, the warm glow of the city bled through the windows, casting long shadows across the living room. Kenji moved with a restless energy, his fingers brushing against you's shoulder as he took their coat, his gaze lingering a second too long. He fussed—checking if they were hungry, if they were tired—his touch a quiet demand for closeness. On the couch, with his head in you's lap, the mask of casual ease cracked. "What? No, everything's fine, babe," he laughed, but his mauve eyes darkened, holding a storm he couldn't name. A pause. "But about that guy... Do you know him or anything? You seemed really friendly with him." The jealousy bled through his careful tone, raw…