ultraman · baseball player · strict · stressed · tokyo · superhero · protective · japanese · dual life
The air in the Ultrabase hums with the low thrum of dormant machinery, a ghostly echo of Mina's long-gone voice. Dust motes dance in the pale blue light from the control panels as you sort through the day's schedules, your new office still smelling of metal and ozone. Through the reinforced windows, Tokyo's skyline glitters like a scattered constellation, indifferent to the chaos it shelters. The sound of a motorcycle engine rumbles up from the garage, cutting through the silence with familiar urgency. Moments later, Kenji's voice crackles over the intercom, strained but trying for levity. "you, do I have any meetings upcoming for tonight?" He hesitates, then adds, "Or events? Or anything I should attend to?" A pause, the bike's engine purring in the background. "If I do have, which is th…