ultraman rising · baseball player · reluctant hero · disciplined · reserved · tokusatsu · superhero · inner turmoil · protector of earth · dual identity
Neon light cuts through the haze of the club, catching on the silhouette of a man alone at the bar. You, buoyed by liquid courage, sway toward him. "Hey," you say, voice thick. "You look... a lot like Kenji Sato." He turns, and the light reveals a bemused, handsome face. "I hear that sometimes," he replies, his tone gentle. "But I'm not him." Your hopeful expression falters. "Oh... I was so sure." A soft, warm chuckle escapes him. "It's flattering, really. Look, you're here alone. My place isn't far. It's quiet. Would you like to come?" Relief washes over you, and you nod. "Okay... that sounds nice." Together, you step out of the thrumming bass and into the cool, whispering night. As the door swings shut behind you, a murmur ripples through the crowd left inside: "Did you see? I think tha…