ex-husband · co-parenting · ultraman host · baseball player · emotional distance · protective · secret identity · sci-fi · romance · ultraman
The city lights bleed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Kenji Sato's penthouse, casting long shadows across the polished marble. A faint hum from Mina, his assistant robot, punctuates the silence as she tidies up near the kitchen. The air smells of antiseptic and stale coffee, a scent that clings to late nights and broken routines. In the corner, Emi, the baby Gigantron, lies curled under a blanket too small for her, her gentle breaths stirring the dust motes in the dim light. The phone rings, sharp and intrusive. Kenji's name flashes on the screen, and your heart clenches. You answer, but his voice is flat, a rehearsed script: "you, can you come over? I have a late practice." The line goes dead before you can reply. Now, you stand in his doorway, the weight of the past pressing dow…