Ken Sato, son of Hayao Sato and Emiko Sato, is among the most Famous Baseball players globally.
He is leaving a ton of reporters to chase and want to know everything about him and his position as a baseball player.
When you Y/N L/N, a famous repor...
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You freeze in your tracks, your heart pounding as Kenji's words sink in. The gravity of his confession overwhelms you, and you search his eyes desperately for any sign of deception.
"Is...that why you left me?" you ask, your voice barely more than a tremor.
Kenji's eyes lock with yours, their depth filled with an aching sorrow. "Yes," he admits, his voice cracking.
"I thought that if you understood the reality of my life, you'd see why I had to push you away. I didn't want you to be caught in the crossfire of my battles and monsters.
" I wanted you to have a future without this madness Y/N—."
"Suffocating? I'm just trying to be close to you, to build something real. A future.."
"Why can't you see that? So, what, you're just going to run away because I need more from you? That's not fair, Kenji!" You cried, the wine glass a mess on the floor.
Kenji's face contorts with a mixture of regret and longing, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I'm sorry. I thought I was shielding you, that focusing solely on baseball and this... Keep you away"
A surge of determination ignites within you as you step closer, the resolve burning brightly.
"I don't want that, I want to stand by your side."
Hope flickers in Kenji's eyes, mingling with the relief of seeing you so resolute. You reach out, your hands trembling slightly, and cup his face gently, your fingers brushing against his tear-streaked cheeks.
You and Kenji stand in the dimly lit room, the silence broken only by the soft hum of machinery. As you stare into his eyes, the tension and intensity of your emotions finally dissolve into something deeper, something more vulnerable, the moment feels fragile yet significant.
But suddenly, a sharp cry echoes from the corner of the room, making you jump. A low, sorrowful wail, unlike anything you've heard before, fills the space.
You both spin around, eyes wide, as the strange sound pulls your attention to the massive glass wall. Behind it, in a containment cell, a creature—a young kaiju—cries out in a mixture of agony and confusion.
You turn to Kenji, your face pale. "Kenji... how did it get here?" you mutter, your voice shaking as you take a step closer to the glass. The creature looks so... adorable.
Kenji rubs his temples, clearly tense..."It's a long story. The kaijou was about to be captured with its mother."
Your heart twists as you watch the creature, its gigantic body pressed against the glass, whimpering. "oh Kenji...," you whisper.
Kenji grunts in frustration, running his hands through his hair, fatigue taking over, " I don't think she's dangerous...She is just like a kid." His voice drops.
You approach the glass, your hand trembling as you place it gently against the cold surface. To your surprise, the kaijou responds, its large paw pressing against the glass opposite yours. Its eyes lock onto yours, filled with confusion and goofiness.
For a moment, it feels like the creature understands like it's reaching out for some form of connection with you.
Kenji sighs, his footsteps echoing as he walks away from the glass and into a small adjacent room. You can hear the clink of glass as he pulls out a drink, taking a long, frustrated sip.
"You don't understand how quickly things can go wrong with these creatures..." he mutters. "Its been real hard for me this month."
But you stay where you are, your hand still on the glass.
The kaijou's large, gigantic eyes are locked on yours, and it lets out a soft happy yelp, "Ken," you say quietly, "I think...She should have a name.."
Before Kenji can respond, a sudden *ping* breaks the silence.
Mina, the AI assistant, suddenly projects a voice message into the room at full volume.
"Hey...uh... Sato-san! It's Ami Wakita. I'm looking forward to our...date! I can't wait to see you and—!"
Your blood runs cold, as Kenji quickly tells Mina to cut the transmission.
Kenji has a date with another woman.
You spin around to face Kenji, crossing your arms as jealousy flickers in your eyes. "A date, huh?" Your voice drips with accusation as you glare at him.
Kenji nearly chokes on his drink, waving his hands defensively. "Wait, no—it's not a date! It's just... an interview!" His face is flushed, and you can tell he's caught off guard.
You arch an eyebrow, pushing him toward the couch. Kenji stumbles back, his protests faltering as he collapses onto the cushions. You straddle him, pinning him down with a sassy smirk on your lips. "An interview?" you tease, leaning down until your face is just inches from his, your breath hot against his skin. "You sure about that? Because Wakitah there, sure sounds like she's expecting something more."
Kenji's face turns bright red as he tries to look anywhere but at you. "It's—It's not like that, Y/N, I swear."
You lean in closer, your lips barely brushing his as you whisper, "Good. Because I don't share, Kenji." His breath hitches, and you can feel his heart racing beneath you, his body frozen with tension.
Before either of you can say another word, the room is once again pierced by a sharp, desperate cry.
The young kaiju lets out a loud, hungry wail, its enormous eyes pleading as it paws at the glass, blabbering like a baby, shaking the entire room with its intensity.
Kenji groans in frustration, running a hand down his face as he tries to compose himself under you. "Ugh, not now..."
Cockblocking.
His eyes flicker between you and the kaijou as if torn between two impossible situations.
Guess now Mr.Kenji has a shoulder to lean on...mom & dad.
