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YOU STAND NEXT to kenji as he throws a home run, apparently he broke the news to you that he wanted you to work for him, but your reporter job was your first choice.
"Do you drink all the time?" You asked with a raised eyebrow as you stuffed your hands in your pocket, wearing a (f/c) shirt and a pair of black high waisted loose jeans, also with a pair of (f/c) converse.
Kenji turns to you and grins. "you don't? I remember you were carefree once, back in high school. but what is it against you drinking?"
You rubbed your shoulders and just shook your head, "nah..I'd prefer to stay away from that stuff. gotta be sober for future jobs, and uhm, potentially agreeing to work for you." you explain.
"Oh! so you'll be my assistant?" Kenji questioned with a raised eyebrow, getting in your personal space— he was just a little too close. It's not like you didn't mind, of course you were oblivious to kenji's feelings towards you.
Kenji groans, clutching his shoulder.
Mina appears, scanning his shoulder. "Ken, it appears that you strained your rotator cuff during battle." she says.
"Wait, what?" Your brows raise. "Are you still doing that ultraman thing? that was you on TV?" you questioned as you followed him.
Kenji nods, "You missed out on a lot, kawaī on'nanoko. that's what I get for saving lives."
