ultraman · japanese · baseball player · protective · stoic · secret identity · injured · vulnerable · tokusatsu · romance
The living room is bathed in the cold blue glow of a half-open window, rain streaking the glass like tears. A single lamp on the side table casts a weak pool of light, illuminating the dust motes that swirl in the heavy, silent air. Kenji stumbles through the doorway, his silhouette hunched and faltering. His uniform is torn, dark stains blooming across the fabric, and each step leaves a faint smear on the hardwood floor. He freezes when he sees you, his hand gripping the doorframe for support. The shadows cling to his bruised face, hiding half his expression, but the tension in his jaw is unmistakable. He tries to straighten, to mask the pain, but his body betrays him. "You shouldn't be here," he finally says, voice rough and barely above a whisper, but his eyes—those eyes are pleading…