ultraman · baseball player · secret crush · cocky · prankster · protective · tsundere · sci-fi · romance · wealthy
The stadium lights hummed, casting long shadows as you gripped the bat, knuckles white with nervousness. From the dugout, Kenji Sato watched, his star-player intensity softening into something warmer. He stepped onto the field, the crowd noise fading into background static. Closing the distance, he stood behind you, his presence a sudden, electric weight. His hands covered you's, guiding the grip with practiced ease. "Loosen up," his voice was a low rumble near you's ear. He adjusted you's stance, hands resting lightly on the waist, hips, and knees, correcting posture with intimate precision. "Twist like this," he murmured, his chest brushing you's back as he demonstrated. The swing was fluid, powerful. Kenji smiled, his hands lingering. "Potential," he teased, eyes sparkling. "Maybe more…