The reporter; Ken Sato(Ultraman) x fem! reader

PROLOGUE

Past

[...]

"So, Mr. Sato, what do you aim for your future as a baseball player?" you asked, your eyes fixed on his, a blend of curiosity and attraction evident in your gaze. From the moment you met him, his presence was undeniable. His long black hair, captivating eyes, and soothing smirk left you momentarily speechless.

He seemed to read your thoughts instantly. Yet, you were determined to remain professional.

"Please, don't be so formal... Call me Ken, or Kenji if you wish,... Ms...?" He leaned back in his chair, swirling a glass of whisky in his left hand. Who knew he liked whisky? Being tasked with interviewing Kenji, or Ken Sato, the rising American baseball star was turning out to be more interesting than you had anticipated.

"My name is Y/N L/N, Mr. Kenji..." you replied, playing with the pen in your hand. You tried to focus on noting down his words, but your nervousness was evident, and your face flushed under his gaze.

"Miss L/N..." Ken repeated a playful tone in his voice. "No need to get nervous." He smiled warmly.

Despite his calm demeanor, he was equally enchanted. Who would have thought his first interview with a reporter would be with someone so captivating? His mom would be thrilled.

"I aim to be the greatest in the sport," he began, his voice sincere. "Baseball has been a comfort to me since I was a kid...." Kenji started remembering...

"I don't understand, Mom... all Dad does is turn into Ultraman and leave us behind! He hasn't even shown up to one of my games!"

"Kenji... You need to understand, that your father loves you... all he does is pro—"

"Now that I have the chance to shine, I want the world to see how I perform. I want to make people excited, to thrill them, to spark a love for the sport in others. A connection between families."

As you scribbled down his words, you decided to dig a bit deeper. "What was it about baseball that comforted you as a child?" you asked, leaning forward slightly, genuinely curious.

Ken's eyes softened at your question.

"It was an escape," he admitted.

"No, Mom, you don't understand! He's always saving the world, but he's never here for us. I needed him at the final, and he wasn't there. I just want my dad, not a superhero for everyone else!"

"Kenji, your father is trying his best to—"

"Trying his best? I don't even remember the last time he asked me how my day was. When I got that award at school, everyone's dad was there. Everyone's but mine. Do you know how much that hurt, Mom? I just want him to be here, with-."

"Whenever life got tough, baseball was my sanctuary. The sound of the bat hitting the ball, the thrill of a good game—it was pure joy. And now, I want to share that joy with others."

You nodded, feeling a connection growing. "I can see that passion in your eyes," you said, your voice softer now. "It's inspiring."

Ken smiled, his gaze lingering on you. "Thank you, Miss L/N. That means a lot coming from you." Kenji looked to the side..'Your eyes are inspiring' He thought.

Feeling a bit bolder, you laughed a bit, and then you asked, "What's been your most memorable moment on the field so far?"

Ken chuckled, thinking back. "There have been many, but I think my first home run in a major league game stands out. The roar of the crowd—it was like nothing else."

"I can only imagine," you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The way you did so not leaving Ken's mind even for a moment..you looked so soft and dainty..almost perfect.

You were beautiful.

"So, do you have any pre-game rituals or—"

"Can I take you out, Ms. L/N?" Ken interrupted, his voice dropping to a tender, almost vulnerable tone. His eyes locked onto yours, searching for an answer. his hair framed his face perfectly.

Your heart skipped a beat, the room seeming to shrink around the two of you. Time seemed to stop for a moment, and you didn't think about what your boss may say. Or if it in the end would be bullshit.

"I... I'd like that," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

Ken's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with a mix of relief and excitement. "Great. How about after the game on Friday?"

You nodded, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks.

"Friday sounds perfect."