Some years later
Thee Ken Sato is back in Japan.
News outlets are abuzz with the topic. The cheers of his adoring fans and the flashes of cameras follow him as he steps off the plane and onto Japanese soil. He walks past them, offering friendly waves and nods. But his attention is fixed on one thing, or better yet, one person.
Walking past everyone, he stops in front of a beautiful woman with gold-rimmed glasses and a well-fitted white suit that accentuates her beauty. She stands out effortlessly, and she doesn’t seem the least bit bothered by it. Memories of them once being the same height now seem distant, as he towers over her.
He clears his throat, causing the woman to hum.
"You're blocking my light," she says. It was an unspoken habit of Ken's—he always positioned himself to block the flashes from catching her.
"Missed me?" he raises a brow with a smirk.
"What was there to miss?" she hums, glancing at him with a deadpan look. "We call almost every day; it's impossible to even..."
"You know what I mean," he chuckles.
"Hmm, I could do without you for a few more days," she replies with a sly smile.
"A few days? I didn't think the Amari would confess to needing me that badly," he chuckles.
"Oh, you're so full of yourself," she sighs, turning to walk towards the outside where their limo awaits.
"I missed you, too," he confesses, following her without delay. His eyes take in the sight of her from another angle, making sure to step slightly to the left to block out the eager flashes that could capture her rear. It looked good in that suit, after all.
Her copper skin and bountiful coils bounce with each click of her stilettos. Beautiful, breathtaking Amari.
The airport doors are pulled open for her, and Ken swiftly reaches forward to open the limo door for her. In that moment, they are so close, just a breath away. Her eyes meet his, and he gestures, "My lady."
And the fans go wild.
Now in the limo, the car slowly moves away from the cheering fans.
"You just love doing the most," Amari finally says.
"Nothing you can't handle," Ken smiles, knowing the next article will be about them.
Ken and Amari, best friends since youth. Rumored romantic partners.
Their support for each other goes beyond borders. During his games, he always points his bat to the sky, a dedication to her, an indicator he's about to hit his ball sky-high for her.
Amari, who before every single game, despite the time difference, gives him words of support and wisdom from her phone screen, even flying across the world to see some of his games.
Then there's Ken's interviews, who dedicate said interviews to talking about her for hours if given the chance. He lights up at the sound of her name. A trick used by, any reporter who wants to get into his god graces. His Amari, who just won her fourth Nobel Prize for her continued research on Kaiju, becoming the youngest lead researcher for her mother's program. Or even mentioning the silly things, like her favorite shampoo—nobody asked, but he still knew and mentioned it.
The fans adore them.
The media will forever be talking about them.
Anyone would mistake them for lovers, but they're just friends.
"How's it feel to be home?" she asks finally.
"It's good to be home, Ari," he chuckles, resting his hands behind his head.
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