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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"Have you named them yet?" you asked softly, breaking the comfortable silence you two have built throughout the night. Hours passed as the situation and other details were explained to you. Nighttime arrived again, and you still were in Ken's hidden lair.
Kenji's body tensed slightly at your question.
For him, it was becoming clear that he was forming a bond with the kaiju, yet... he didn't feel the spark.
He turned his head to look at you, his brow furrowing. "What? Noooo.... That's... impossible," he said, his voice defensive but tinged with embarrassment. His gaze darted back to the creature, his ears reddening.
You read right through him somehow... just like he liked it.
You smirked knowingly. "Come on. You can't tell me you don't feel some kind of bond with them. It's written all over your face, Kenji."
Kenji opened his mouth to respond, but Mina's voice cut through the room before he could. She stood in the doorway. "Maybe you should consider talking to your father about it," she said bluntly...You were getting used to seeing her float around casually. "His knowledge regarding the kaiju race could help us understand what to do—"
"No," Kenji interjected sharply, his voice leaving no room for debate. "That's not happening."
Mina floated in silence, clearly not amused but not one to push too far. She sighed dramatically. "Stubborn men. So much work for me to do..."
You never met Kenji's father. It was always his mother around him while you two were in a relationship, or well... when he was playing abroad and you interviewed him as your career grew before you started being more than a sports-related reporter.
Yet...
"Kenji..." you began carefully, "I know it's complicated, but maybe she has a point. If your father could help you in this strange—"
"I don't want him involved," Kenji snapped, his voice louder than he intended.
He immediately softened, looking away from you. "I just... I don't want to think about him. Not tonight."
"Kenji," you said gently, your tone steady. "You don't have to do this alone."
"I don't want to think about him. Or stress, or anything else...I just want to focus on you. tomorrow I have a lot of things to deal with. Can we do that? Please?"
He was too stressed... you figured.
Too many things coming up in his life, this strange cute creature, and now the failure of his team due to his "parenting life" as he explained to you.
