𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 ✦ Kenji Sato x reader (ON HOLD)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐈

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐕𝐈

Day Off

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" I hit it! " you cheer, jumping up and down as the ball disappears from your sight. " I hit it! " You repeat, shaking Mina in excitement.

Mina turns slightly toward Kenji. " You hit it alright. "

Following Mina's gaze, you see Kenji hunched over, shaking slightly. His face is contorted in pain, and beads of sweat start forming on his forehead. Tilting your head in confusion, you then spot the baseball falling from his grip. Realization dawns on you. " Kenji! " you scream, the casual name slipping out in your panic. Dropping the bat, you sprint towards him with Mina hovering closely behind, her metallic body glinting in the morning sun.

You reach him, immediately attempting to support him by grabbing his shoulders. His face is pale, eyes tightly shut. " Sir? Where did the ball hit you? " you ask, your voice trembling. You lightly shake him, and he responds by throwing one arm around you, leaning on you limply. His other arm stays protectively over his crotch—there’s your answer.

" I am so sorry, " you apologize, biting your lip, feeling a rush of guilt. Your eyes dart to his face, noting the way his jaw is clenched in pain.

" You've got good arms, " he manages to say, his voice strained and breathy. " I'll make sure I never get on your nerves. " He comments, attempting a weak smile but wincing through the pain.

You try to steady him, your face flushed with worry and embarrassment. " Let's get you to the bench, " you suggest, helping him towards the nearest one. The morning sun casts a bright light over the field, and the air is fresh and cool, but all you can focus on is making sure Kenji is okay. His steps are slow and labored, and he leans heavily on you.

As you help him sit down, Mina hovers close, her mechanical eyes scanning Kenji for any signs of serious injury.  "Kenji, are you experiencing severe pain? Should we contact a medical professional? " she asks, her tone laced with concern.

Kenji takes a deep breath, still wincing. " No, I'll be fine. Just... need a minute, " he assures, his voice barely above a whisper. He forces a smile, but it's clear he's struggling.

You kneel beside him, your heart pounding with a mix of guilt and concern.  "I really am sorry, sir. I didn't mean to— "

He cuts you off with a wave of his hand, his expression softening despite the pain. " It's okay. You have a good swing, though. Just... aim a little higher next time, " he jokes weakly, his voice carrying a hint of amusement despite his obvious discomfort.

You three are now underground in Kenji's lavish mansion, standing on a simulated baseball field. The technology is astounding, making you feel like you're really outdoors. Kenji insisted on showing you how to play, granting you a day off because of the incident at the dinner party the night before.

Before you can respond, Mina interjects. " Ken, you're getting a call. "

Kenji winces again, straightening up with effort. " From who? " he asks.