#kenji sato drabble

[smolkooks]

incoming call... - kenji sato.

a/n: 2k words of one of my late night thoughts turned into a fluffy, exes to lovers fic. exes au, vet!y/n x kenji sato from ultraman: rising.

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“kenji?”

“y/n?”

you hadn’t expected to run into him here, and it seemed that he hadn’t either, from the way he was dressed. contrary to how you usually saw him on t.v. during his interviews, he was in shambles. kenji sato was dressed in a sweatset, stained with what smelled like...fish juice?...down the front. his eyes were dim, yet panicked—perhaps at seeing you, but you weren’t sure. was his hair...wet? what the fuck?

it had been more than eight years since you’d last seen him—at highschool graduation, when you’d moved to sydney for university, and he’d disappeared to the states. not that kenji sato could disappear, with how often you saw him on your t.v. screen.

“what...what are you doing here?” he stuttered, furrowing his annoyingly perfect brows. he looked exactly as you remembered, save for his current, unorganised state. just...older. better.

“well, i just got off work,” you said equally as awkwardly, gesturing at your scrubs, “um...just, heading home now.”

truth be told, this was an insanely random place to have run into him. ten minutes from your apartment block, with no shopping districts around or really any reason for him to be here at all. all that there was in your district was a river, which was nearby—so close you could still hear it from here.

“you walk?” he said incredulously, eyes fixated on your badge—dr. y/n, head veterinarian.

“uh, yeah,” you said, shifting a bit under his sharp gaze as his dark eyes shifted to meet yours. the same way he’d looked at you, all those years ago, that day. sad, but hopeful.

ken, we should...i mean, i think we should break up.

the words were as clear in your memory as day, and you forced yourself to swallow and block out those intruding thoughts.

“let me drive you,” he said quietly, after a beat, and as you opened your mouth to protest that you only lived ten minutes away, he said, “please.”

“kenji, you look really tired,” you said hesitantly, “you should head home and rest.”

“trust me,” he said with a sigh, “there’s no rest to be found in my home right now.”

you wondered what that meant. but he didn’t give you any time before he abruptly gestured down the street and wordlessly began walking you towards his car.

if you’d asked yourself twenty minutes ago, you wouldn’t have believed that you would be sitting in your highschool boyfriend’s 300-thousand-dollar porsche. and yet, here you were, buckled into the passenger seat, feeling more awkward than ever as you typed your address into his phone.

“i thought you were in sydney, to be honest,” he said, finally breaking the silence as he started the car, sweeping his hair back with his other hand.

“i moved back a year ago,” you explained as you propped his phone up on the stand he had for it, pressing start on the google maps directions, “worked in sydney for three years after grad, then got a job offer to be promoted to head vet back here in japan. couldn’t pass it up. besides, my mum’s here and i wanted to be with her.”

“you don’t live with her, though?” he said. of course, he’d noticed that your address had changed. he had spent more hours at your house than he’d probably spent at school in all six years of secondary school combined.

“yeah, i wanted my own place,” you said with a soft laugh, “i’ve got a few pets. they would drive her mad, with how loud they are.”

kenji huffed, “kids can be so damn loud.”

that caught you off guard, and you turned to him, shocked, and if not a little embarrassed. of course, kenji already had kids! he was a young, extremely wealthy man who of course would’ve married by now. you’d done well for yourself, but you knew you couldn’t compare to kenji sato.

“kids?” you couldn’t help yourself, the sharp question slipping out before you could process and revealing your surprise.

“uh—it’s complicated,” he said quickly, “wait, that sounds wrong—not that it’s complicated, just—well, she’s not really my kid—,”

“so you’re a stepdad,” you asked, confused.

“not really,” he replied, one hand running through his hair again, messing it up more, “she’s my pet, i guess. pet...lizard.”

your eyes lit up, “oh my god, i love lizards. i wish i could have one, too—maybe a gecko? but i have too many cats right now.”

“i wish i had a cat, instead,” kenji rolled his eyes, “she’s so whiney.” but there was affection tucked in his voice, and you picked up on it even without having to see his half-smile in the mirror.

“i’ll have to visit, then, to see your lizard.”

“and you, your cats,” he shot back as he parked by the curb, “you weren’t lying when you said you lived close by.”

you laughed, “why would i lie?”

he shrugged in response.

“get back safe,” you said, as you stepped out and reached to shut the door, “thank you for the ride. it was really nice to catch up.”

“yeah—well, you too,” he said, biting his lip as he seemed like he wanted to ask something else—you knew that look on his face better than anyone.

“what? spit it out,” you said jokingly, narrowing your eyes.

“oh...” he chuckled nervously, “um, can i have your number? yknow, your new one.”

you were caught off guard by him, yet again. “sure. it’s the same as it was. has yours changed?”

“yeah, actually...gotta change mine a lot, these days,” he looked really embarrassed by that, “what with the baseball stuff. i’ll call you. we need to catch up properly.”

i missed you. his eyes seemed to say, and something in your stomach fluttered at his earnest expression.

“we do,” you replied, before shutting the door, “see you, kenji.”

he waited until you’d headed upstairs before he drove off.

***

incoming call...unknown caller id.

“what the...?” you rubbed your eyes as your vibrating phone woke you up from your afternoon nap. you’d taken a fond liking to naps these days, after taking on so many emergency late night shifts at the clinic.

groggily, you picked up the phone and immediately was met with the sound of heavy breathing, which creeped you out, truth be told, and just as you were reaching to hang up on the creep, a familiar voice rasped out, “y/n, help me.”

“what the fuck? kenji?” you shot upright, panicked at his desperate tone, “what’s wrong?”

“are you free, right...now?”

“uh, well—i guess? i just got back from work, so...”

“sorry,” he said quickly, “to bother you. i’m just having trouble with my...lizard...and i didn’t know who else to ask. i can pay you—as much as you want—or—,”

“no, kenji, it’s fine,” you cut him off smoothly, “don’t be ridiculous. where are you? i did say i wanted to meet your lizard, anyway.”

***

you should’ve expected that kenji sato would live in a district as boujee as this. the buildings seemed to rise higher than your eyes could see, going all the way up into the clouds that shrouded the twilight sky. the cars here were all black and silver, with tinted, dark windows. it felt like a different world to your neighbourhood, and yours was already the nicer of the bunch.

“kenji, i think i’m here, but i don’t know how to get up,” you said into your phone, confused by all the security mechanisms and fancy technology that surrounded the large glass door before you. plus, your hands were pretty occupied—your phone squished between your cheek and shoulder, one hand holding your first aid kit—reptile-specialised—and the other your coat and bag of other equipment that you felt like you might need, if his lizard was in such bad condition that he’d called you up out of nowhere.

“give me a sec, i’m coming.”

as promised, the very man appeared moments later, looking just slightly more put together than the last time you’d seen him. at least this time, his hair was dry.

“thanks for coming,” he said hastily as he let you in, leading you to the set of elevators that awaited you, “i...i didn’t know who else to call. i really don’t know that many people here i’d want to talk to, and i’ve been really lonely lately, it’s kinda...sorry, i’m ranting, but i’m going through it and...anyway, i’m glad to see you.”

you found his ranting kind of endearing. you knew it was something he only did when he was really nervous—just like he’d always done, even when you two were just kids—and it made you feel young again, talking to him. like you were talking to your very first crush.

well, you supposed in a way, you were.

in the elevator, he was largely silent, although you could sense his stress—as if he had something to tell you but was too scared, his leg bouncing and fidgeting nonstop with the bottom of his shirt.

finally, as he went to swing open his apartment door opened, he blurted out, “don’t freak out.”

when you looked inside, you understood why.

and it was too late, because you were already freaking out. you dropped all your supplies in your shock, eyes widening and feet stumbling backwards.

“kenji, what—what is that—,”

there was a gigantic lizard before you. a gigantic one, and when you said gigantic, you meant it. it was at least...ten times bigger than you, and you’d never seen anything like that, before.

“um...emi...she’s a kaiju,” he said sheepishly, wringing his hands.

“what the—,”

“a baby!” he said quickly, “and i raised her, so she’s just a little cutie. but...you know, she’s growing up and i think she’s going through puberty or something. i don’t know! she’s just really struggling emotionally these days and i can’t figure it out. i’m her dad and i can’t figure it out and i’m not home often enough to look after her twenty-four-seven. please give me a chance. i’ll pay you—i’ll do whatever.”

“uh, kenji,” you said cautiously, leaning down to pick your stuff up, “you know that i know nothing about kaiju, right?” he leant down beside you to help you, cheeks tinted pink.

“it’s okay, can you try?”

“i can try, i guess,” you said dubiously, but you had to admit that you were at least curious. you’d never been this close to a kaiju before, and if anything, they were still animals of some sort. you wanted to see. you wanted to learn.

you didn’t really hear kenji’s blurted out thanks as you carefully crept closer to the sleeping pink creature, knocked out completely, curled up on her side. pulling out a stethoscope, you started to gently listen to her heartbeat from her wrist—the closest part of her you felt safe enough to touch, and she stirred, but didn’t wake.

it sounded normal—you guessed. for a creature as big as her, you supposed her heart rate would be really slow. especially when sleeping.

you did all your checks without her really waking, and that was ideal—you’d prefer she didn’t. as much as kenji reassured you that she was harmless, you were dubious that a creature this big wouldn’t hurt you.

“kenji,” you said, after you were done, unpacking some of your medications, “she’s growing up. she’s hitting prepubescence, you’re right. but also, she’s sick.”

“w-what do you mean? she’s—,”

“she has a cold,” you explained, and his panic deflated slightly as you gave him the largest bottle you had in your supplies, “you can give these to her. this’ll only last her today, so you’ll have to buy a shit ton of this medication, but i’ll give you a prescription and the phone of my supplier so you can get it fast. she should be okay in a week or so. but then again, she’s a kaiju, so it may take longer, depending.”

when you looked up, kenji was looking at you deeply, so earnestly and so gratefully, the bottle of pills set on the kitchen bench beside the two of you. you were closer to him than you’d been for years—even closer than that day on the car. suddenly, you were hyper aware of the way you swallowed as you met his gaze, your heart rate quickening.

“thank you, y/n,” he said quietly, “i...” he didn’t come closer, but he glanced down at his own hands before looking back up, “i really missed you, you know.”

“i missed you too, kenji,” you breathed, in disbelief a bit at the way you felt—just like you used to feel whenever he looked at you. you hoped he couldn’t hear how quick and heavily your heart was pounding ink your chest.

he broke out into a warm smile, “i’m really glad i ran into you, that night.”

***

incoming call...kenji sato.

you couldn’t help the smile that broke across your face as you reached for your buzzing phone.

“hello?”

[seumyo]

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU ⭑.ᐟ CHRISTMAS SERIES

wherein a gift for the holidays is served to you by one of santa’s trusty helpers.

❆ DECEMBER 1ST. THE FIRST FALL OF SNOW.

PAIRING. TIMESKIP!Bakugou Katsuki/Wife!Reader

On the first fall of snow, Bakugou Katsuki could ignore how exhausted his muscles ache from hero work, how he hates the cold season, how his winter clothes are way too uncomfortably tight—because all he could see in this very moment is you.

❆ DECEMBER 4TH. MOONLIGHT SONATA.

PAIRING. Malleus Draconia/Fem!Reader

A banquet is being hosted in the Valley of Thorns? How strange, even for those who’ve resided in the barran quiet lands for centuries and counting. The beloved of Malleus Draconia wishes for one, and whatever she wishes for, he’ll oblige with little resistance.

❆ DECEMBER 7TH. THE PROCESS OF HOLIDAY GIFTS.

PAIRING. TIMESKIP!Ushijima Wakatoshi/Wife!Reader

Truth be told, Wakatoshi wants to be involved in the holiday planning from beginning to end. It’s his way of healing something that he never thought was broken. And so he can proudly write “From: Mom and Dad” on his little treasures’ gifts.

❆ DECEMBER 10TH. YOUR PERSONAL HEATER IS THE FIRELORD!

PAIRING. Firelord!Zuko/Gender Neutral!Reader

To the world, Zuko was many things. He is the reigning firelord of the nation you were so familiar with, one of the most respected leaders in this era. But to you, Zuko was just Zuko. Your personal heater to combat the cold, even.

❆ DECEMBER 13TH. THE SENTIMENT OF THE MISTLETOE.

PAIRING. Kenji Sato/Gender Neutral!Reader

In which your boyfriend Kenji Sato abuses the sentiment of the mistletoe, and suddenly there’s one in every corner of your home.

❆ DECEMBER 16TH. RECENT BAKING NEWS: GINGERBREAD MAN MURDERED BY ICING!

PAIRING. Tokoyami Fumikage/Gender Neutral!Reader

Many gingerbread men were sacrificed and burned to get that perfect gingerbread man you wanted. Tokoyami’s just here to give you just that, but not without a messy baking process first.

❆ DECEMBER 19TH. TO STAY, AND MAYBE STAY FOREVER.

PAIRING. Leona Kingscholar/Fem!Reader

You chose what you’ll be doing for the holidays last year, so now it’s rightfully Leona’s turn. Maybe a trip to Sunset Savannah? Travel the world for a week? What could your princely boyfriend want to do for the holidays?

❆ DECEMBER 22ND. BIBINGKA BY BEN AND BEN

PAIRING. TIMESKIP!Iwaizumi Hajime/Filipina!Reader

After years of hoping and planning, your boyfriend, Iwaizumi Hajime, finally visits your home country for the holidays. And he helplessly falls more in love with you than he already has during his stay.

❆ DECEMBER 25TH. A SERENE CELEBRATION, MERRY CHRISTMAS.

PAIRING. TIMESKIP!Bakugou Katsuki/Fem!Reader

A younger, more naïve Bakugou thought he’d be settled in life by the age of 26. With a nice house, a good career ahead of him, and a wife and maybe expecting their first child. Well, now that he’s 26, he can say that he’s settled in life. He may not have his own house yet, but a nice apartment would do. He has a good career, though it wasn’t in the rank that his younger self found ideal, but it’s ok; he’s not in a rush. And he may not have a wife yet, but he’s about to once he proposes to you.

SEUMYO © 2024, PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, PLAGIARIZE, MODIFY OR TRANSLATE.

[aennasan]

Imagine being so drunk that Kenji Sato’s solution to stopping you from wandering around, or accidentally breaking your neck, was to let you straddle his lap. Face to face, chest so close you can hear each other’s heartbeat, to the point that he can smell the strong alcohol on your breath.

However, he doesn't have any time to think and enjoy the feeling because despite being restrained to his lap, one of his hands holding your hips steady— you were holding your glass too loose. He was afraid that you would let it go, spill the content and hurt yourself. Yet, you refuse to give it to him, holding his injured shoulder with your free hand, restraining him, squeezing it— if so much he moves to grab your glass.

After some time of you struggling, giggling and moving your glass out of his reach, he gave up and just decided to lean back on the chair. Letting fate decide whatever.

He watched as you hummed and chugged the remaining content of your glass. Satisfied that you won. All he could do was chuckle at your antics as you stretched your body, trying to reach out for the bottle to refill your glass.

He thought you were amusing as you tried your best to fill your glass with a frown and uninterrupted focus since you claimed the bottle kept moving away when in truth it was you who were not steady.

It was all fun and games until the inevitable happened and you spilled the bottle of alcohol not on your glass but to his shirt. You were lucky that his reflexes were fast, that he was able to move you in time, and it was only your leg that was caught. He immediately grabbed hold of his shirt, lifted it up to remove it, and used it to tap and dry the sticky aftermath of your drunk clumsiness.

While Kenji was busy trying to clean you up, your eyes were not concerned with what you just did. Instead your eyes were wandering around his half naked body. Especially, your eyes boring into that toned chest of his.

You're not sure what exactly they called it— Intrusive thoughts? But you just did whatever came into your mind while looking at it.

Kenji Sato squealed like a girl in surprise when he felt your soft hands, squeezing both of his chest tightly. Not once, not twice, but squeezing until he caught both of your hands and firmly told you to stop.

You were breathing heavily, cheeks dusted in pink— your expression mirroring his, except to his wide eyes, which runs thousands of thoughts, trying to digest what you just did.

You were sure one of them, however, is not allowing you to drink this bad ever again.

read part 2: here

[nishiyako]

KENJI & DOGGY STYLE (DRABBLE) (NSFW)

Someone reposted one of my Kenji fics and said "ugh he'd so love doggy style", now that I read this, yes, “he’d so love doggy style”. So here's some Kenji doggy style brain rot/Drabbles.

Tags : Doggy style (duh), Creampie mentioned, Pulling out, Dommy Kenji, Praise n sweet talk from Kenji <3, Degration too, Spanking, Kenji puts out a cig on you (can't get over it, srry), not proofread, written in 20 minutes.

Ever since he's seen you he just knew you would look perfect on your hands and knees for him, his hands maybe with a handful of your hair forcing you bounce against his hips while he absolutely spoils you by finishing on your skin.

His chest right against your back, feeling his warm skin against yours and his heavy breathing right beside your ear cooled by the cold gold dog tag necklace he wears that's pressed between your bodies (obviously the necklace stays on)

Everyone knows he's the type to talk you through it, humming the sweetest praises and treating your insides like its his god, rubbing that spongy spot inside you only making you get that much closer, the type that makes you light headed, out of breath, questioning your worth, y'know?

“You like that? Yeah, bet you do.” or “Doing so fuckin’ good for me, yeah?” his words always followed with the most needy, lustful, most porn hub worthy moans you’d ever hear.

Believe he has an impeccable pull out game, pulling out of you just before finishing, using your lower back as a canvas of his warm sticky seed, seeing the build up of stressful days and hard practices painted over his lover while your thighs are absolutely stained and sticky.

While you’re still panting and irrational he asks to take a photo, not a few days after you see it as his phone's home screen.

You want him to be mean? if it's what you're into he’ll absolutely bully you if you want him too. A hand covering your mouth as he complains that “You’re too loud” and while he calls you a slut. He can’t help the fact he’s into you. He’ll even ask you to put your hair in pigtails or a ponytail just so he can hold you like that, seeing that little arch in your back just for him? Does wonders to his ego.

Get's a bit rough here...

He has no problem being rougher than that too, playing into that sick and twisted bad boy fantasy (some of) you have of him, scene being something like a cigarette in his mouth and him ripping your fishnets open. 

Railing you into next week with red hand marks on your skin from his spanking fueled by the cute little yelps you let out. Your eyeliner streaming down your face as your eyes roll back, white starting to stain your ruined (once was) black fishnets, something straight out of a porn hub video. He doesn't mind finishing inside you either if you ask nicely.

His hand pinning your wrists against the bed as the other one took his almost out cigarette and taping it, putting it out on your skin, some of the ash sticking against the shiny sweat on your body, finishing inside you with no warning, the feeling of getting filled up to suddenly pushing you over the edge.

(But no matter which kind of fannon Kenji you prefer, I hope y'all enjoyed hearing out my little doggy style Kenji fantasy.)

Repost in question :

@gotosleeeep love you sm <33

[graceisslillayy]

me tryna read a long ass fanfic but I know I have a attention span that's shortter than 15 seconds:

[multi-fandom-imagine]

𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 “𝐊𝐞𝐧” 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 || Headcanons ||

A/n: Can't believe it took me so long to watch this movie.

Instant Girl Dad: The moment he holds her for the first time, all the bravado and sarcasm melts away. His hands tremble, voice cracking as he whispers, “Hey, kiddo… I’m your dad,” like he’s just realized he’s got the whole world in his arms.

Protective but Not Controlling: He’s protective—especially since he knows firsthand how dangerous the world can be. But he doesn’t smother. He trusts his daughter to be strong… though he does get twitchy when she climbs things or shows signs of taking after him physically.

Nicknames Galore: Calls her everything from “Peanut” to “Mochi,” depending on the day. He has a soft spot for calling her “Buttercup” when she’s being stubborn (just like her mom).

Domestic Disasters: He tries to cook breakfast while you sleep in. The attempt ends with the fire alarm going off, your daughter laughing hysterically, and Ken claiming the smoke is part of the “presentation.” (He eventually gets good at pancakes… one flavor: chocolate chip. That’s it.)

Suit Time = Guilt Time: When he goes out as Ultraman, he always looks back at a picture she drew of him on the fridge—tiny Ultraman with hearts all over him. He keeps a copy folded in his boot.

Messy Hair Moments: You once caught him brushing her hair into tiny pigtails, tongue sticking out in concentration, murmuring “Okay, okay, we’ve got this, it’s not that hard, right?” only for one to be halfway down her neck and the other on top of her head. She wears it proudly.

Soft at Night: When she falls asleep on his chest, he won’t move. He’ll sit there in the dark, eyes closed, hand curled around her little back, thinking about how something so small makes him feel invincible.

Mini Me Moments: She imitates his stance, his smirks, his dramatic Ultraman poses. He pretends to be annoyed (“You’re gonna throw out your back like that, kid”) but secretly records every moment.

Tried to teach her how to swing a bat: It cracked him in the face, he never tried again.

“Not the Hair”

You walked into the living room to find Ken with your daughter seated on his shoulders, giggling like a maniac.

“Daddy’s hair is so sparkly!” she declared, sprinkling glitter on his head from a suspiciously open arts-and-crafts box.

Ken gave you a look of utter betrayal, a pout etched across his face.

"You’re being bedazzled by a three-year-old.”

“She said she was making me look like a galaxy.”

“…Honestly? She’s not wrong...you're very pretty."

He smirked at your praise, though he didn’t move from his spot. She was laughing too hard. And Ken? He was still holding onto her ankles to keep her steady like she was the most precious thing in the universe.

“Ultraman and the Tiny Sidekick”

“She wants to go with you,” you whispered as Ken stood in the doorway getting ready to dart out of the door.

Ken sighed, running a hand through his hair. “She’s two.”

“She said she’s gonna ‘punch the bad aliens in the toe’ while you get the big ones.”

He chuckled, the kind that crinkled the corners of his eyes. “Remind me never to get on her bad side then."

You leaned against him, watching your daughter zip around the living room in a red cape and cardboard mask. “She gets that from you you know.”

Ken looked at her for a long moment before murmuring, “No… she gets her fearlessness from you. I just gave her the cape.”

“Morning Chaos”

You woke up to a loud thud followed by a suspiciously cheery “I got it!”

By the time you made it to the kitchen, Ken was on his knees, your daughter perched on the counter holding a spatula like a sword. There were scrambled eggs on the floor, flour on the cat who wouldn't stop hissing at him and somehow… toast stuck to the ceiling.

"Do I want to know?"

Ken looked up, sheepish. “We were making you breakfast in bed.”

“I can see that.”

“But the pan fought back."

You tried not to laugh. “Oh? And… who won this little battle?"

Your daughter grinned, triumphant. “I did!”

Ken saluted her. “That’s my girl.”

A sigh escaped your lips as you scooped up your daughter. "How about we go out to eat and save daddy the embarrassment of buying a new kitchen."

"Hey!"

[angelltheninth]

How about a Kenji Sato and #2 on the angsty list you reblogged?

Angst time, hell yeah (brother)! Sorry been watching Aia Amare again.

Pairing: Kenji "Ken" Sato x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, angst, troubles sleeping, self-doubt, kisses, established relationship, cuddles

Prompt: "Who am I without you?"

Ko-Fi | Rules | Fandoms and Characters

A/N: I really hope this movie gets a sequel. It was so damn good and I really didn't expect it.

Nights that you woke up alone in the bed you shared with your boyfriend weren't that unusual. Well now they were getting fewer and fewer in between but they still happened. Ever since Emi left things have been harder again. Not like they were before, they were better but there was still a kind of loneliness there that you weren't sure what to do about.

Kenji knew that he did the right thing, he was the best father he could have been, and to you the best boyfriend he could have been at the time. But even now when he saved everyone, when his career was thriving once again, when his relationship was better than ever he still found himself walking back and forth in the living room late at night.

"Can't sleep?" Kenji jumped at the sudden sound of your voice and the sight of you leaning against the doorframe in your nightgown. "

"Big game tomorrow. You know me, I'm super excited." He lied through a smile and a cocky wink. Tiredness and fear rested heavy on his shoulders, making him slump a little.

You sighed and guided him back into the bedroom, hand in hand. He didn't resist, he dragged his feet along, hair falling messy across his eyes.

"You know you can tell me anything, right Ken?" You let him lay on his side and you were right next to him, your hand in his, face to face.

"I... I always thought a life like this was all I wanted. Baseball, fame, freedom... you. And then Emi happened and I became Ultraman. I think I'm still Ultraman, I know I am... I should be! I should be happy! I still have you!" He chewed his bottom lip intensely, giving it a dark pink color. "Who am I without you?"

The question came so silently, unexpectedly.

As the silence dragged on Kenji's eyes met yours, his hand gripping yours tighter. "That's a weird question coming from you. You're who've you've always been. You're Kenji Sato." You leaned in and kissed that pinkish spot on his lip. "You're the famous baseball star with fangirls that make me want to carry a bat around." You kissed him again, on the corner of his lips. "You're Ultraman, the hero who saves people without hesitation." You placed your free hand on the back of his neck and pressed your lips against his, "You were an amazing dad to Emi, and if you want, one day you can be an amazing dad to someone else."

"A-Are you..." His eyes went to your stomach.

"No, but maybe in the future. It's cute how you immediately got your hopes up." You saw him pout at that. "And that is even cuter. The point is you don't have to try to be just one thing, not for me or anyone else. To me you're Kenji. The stubborn, hotheaded man that won't my heart with that stupid charming smile of yours." And like a switch that turned on that same smile greeted you moments later.

[ho-st]

yan! kenji sato (ultraman) x reader

huddled behind a trash can in a backway alley shivering is where you were. holding your breath every time you felt those large footsteps getting closer.

"please baby, don't hide from me."

the bruises on your back were the only thing holding you back from going back to your estranged lover. tears drip down your face. please leave, you repeat in your head like a mantra. please leave, please leave.

"baby?" though it seems like god isn't listening.

you look up at his giant metal like body. cold, unnervingly large hands reaching down to touch your face. you notice the light on his chest flickering before you recognize his familiar humanoid body.

towering over you no matter form he takes. he kneels down and encases your body with his. you feel his black hair tickle your neck as his hands roam across your back. soft lips caress your neck and you feel the vibrations through them as he hums.

he lifts you up and keeps you there by forcing you against the brick wall.

"im sorry, i really am baby."

"you'll forgive me right? i never meant to hurt you."

you look deep into his eyes, searching for the truth behind his words before he buried his face into your neck.

"please." he whispered, forever skilled at tugging at your heart strings.

you lean into his warmth, resting your head ontop of his as his arms snake around your waist. letting his familiar cologne envelope you.

"let's go home baby."

you've given in, any hope you had of leaving his grasp is gone. your own arms snake around him aswell. one hand the nape of his neck while the other holds his back.

it seems you'll both be stuck with each other.

your shoulders still shake as he looks at you, fear forever lingering in the back of your mind. the same hands that bruise you are the same ones that comfort you.

now cradled in his cold metal hands he soars through the brisk air. the faint sounds of whistling echo through his hands, and strangely you find comfort in it.

you curl in on yourself, listening to the melodies of the wind as the cold metal hands keep you safe. unknowingly a tear drips down your cheek as you fall into sleep.

"i'm sorry." he whispers.

[hpalways]

the star you were | Ken Sato

The man, the myth, the legend, Ken Sato. He was seemingly arrogant in his interviews, as well as relatively cold and distant from his teammates, as if he was untouchable.

You always assumed he had some sort of superior complex.

So... how did you stumble upon him at some measly convenience store, sitting there in a plastic chair like some loner?

It was as if he had no friends.

You tossed a cold fresh can of beer towards him, to which he caught it easily, blinking at you in surprise for a moment. His usual neat slicked back hair fell across his forehead as messy black bangs and the glow of his eyes were dull, despite the beautiful specks that adorned them. Truly, his irises were breathtaking, like stars, now that you could see them so close in real life.

"What are you doing?" he asked, with an almost offensive tone in his voice.

You shrugged. "You looked like you needed one." Without asking for permission, you slipped into the chair across from him and cracked open your own beer, listening in to the delicious foam created at the top.

"If you're a fan, you could just ask me for an autograph instead of being rude and bothering me like nobodies' business."

"Not a fan. Just thought you could use the company."

He scoffed. "I'm the one and only Ken Sato! I don't need company from some rando on the street."

"If you say so... you do look more sad sipping on beer alone though," you relented, getting up from your seat.

He hesitated, running his fingers through his hair in slight frustration. "Fine... sit down."

You plopped back down with a grin. "I must say, you look quite different in real life compared to the big screen. A little worse for wear."

Instead of rebuking like you imagined, he sighed and drooped his head. He took a large gulp out of the can, slamming it down the small table. "Just dealing with some personal things right now."

"Ah, that explains the recent plays you've done."

He shot you a glare and shook his head. "I... just need to get warmed up. I'll be back in no time."

"Right..." you said, sniffing.

"What's your name anyway?" he asked, raising a brow at you. In his typical black tee and jeans, he draped himself against the chair, the muscles rippling shamelessly. Indeed, the years spent training on baseball paid off, shaping his physique majestically. Perhaps that was why he had so many fangirls, not for his plays but for his attractive looks.

"[Name]."

"And who are you to be sending insults my way every so often?"

"I'm not." You lifted your arms up defensively. "I'm just stating facts. But funny enough, I get you. It's not like my life's going perfect either."

"Are you another reporter? Trying to dig up my deepest darkest secrets?"

"I'm not. But what is your deepest darkest secret?"

"..."

"Sorry. But yeah, no reporter here. Just your average day in the mill office worker."

"Is that supposed to comfort me?" he groaned, rubbing his face in exhaustion. "That an average office worker relates to me?"

"Y'know, with that attitude, no wonder you don't have friends."

He grew silent, sipping more of his beer as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. His silence was your answer. But it also made you wonder. There had been a lot of rumors and gossip circulating around the Ken Sato. Was any of it real? And did some of it hit too close to home? Why was this man such an anomaly? Why had he not won any championships yet despite how impressive he was? Nothing added up.

"Struck a nerve?"

"I have friends," he said, averting his gaze. "They're just busy all the time."

"I see..." you responded, fighting off the smile from your lips. It was clear as day that he was lying, but you supposed you had been hard on him enough. "I'll be your friend."

"You?!" He eyed you up and down in dismay, before a lightbulb struck him. "Actually... yes! Are you good with babysitting?"

You choked midsip, confusion warping your features. "Babysitting?"

a/n: just a little bit of a ken sato drabble/dialogue play bc I'm obsessed with him right now hahahaha. lowk would write nsfw for this man oops, lmk if y'all want it LMAO.

[reesespeanutbutterfuck]

love marks & battle scars

[rival! enemy! ken sato x baseball teammate! undercover KDF agent! reader]

part 1

drabble | part 2

pairing: kenji sato x reader

cw: sfw for now, rivals to lovers, enemies to lovers, hardcore!intimidating!reader, matsui’s daughter!reader, cursing, minimal details are changed to fit into the storyline, ken and reader will get kinda freaky eventually, spicy themes, allusions to sex, mdni u have been warned !!! don make me come for u D:< !!!, girldad!kenji, reader becomes emi’s mother figure, goofy ahhhh writing as usual

a/n: ch one takes place in ken's first game in the beginning btw

ken sato, your egotistical new teammate has been ticking you off and thinning your patience, being a threat to your place in yomiuri giants. 

ultraman, your nemesis who always gets in the way of your job in the kdf, that you only joined in hopes of finding leads and getting clues to track your parents.

and somehow you even ended up being a co-parenting his… kaiju daughter. something you never signed up for.

What beautiful, festive night with clear skies it is tonight. 

After lazily strolling through the back of the arena, Ken finally found his way to the open door leading to the bleachers, where he can already see the bright lights inside the dome and hear the cheers of the lively crowd. He elatedly took a deep breath before he entered the arena through the entrance that led him to his designated team, all in the middle of having an adrenaline rush. 

It was his first time playing as a member of the Yomiuri Giants. Very exciting. There really is nothing that gives his system a fulfilling rush than baseball.

Ah, what a nice night to–

“Oi, Sato!” 

Be nagged. Great way to prepare for a game.

“He-hey! Shimura!” with a smug smile, he merrily raised to greet Shimura like how an old friend would to another. “Nice team. Is the place for Captain open? Because I’d love to take you up on that.”

Shimura annoyedly narrowed his eyes at him. “Lucky you, it’s open, and also unlucky you, because that spot is good as reserved this season.”

Ken slightly tilted his head, “What’cha mean by reserved?”

“Technically, the Captain of last season would still be the unofficial Captain of this season until a new one gets decided. And I don’t plan to replace my current Captain anytime. Unless someone in the team can surpass them. Only the best players in my team are chosen as the Captain.”

He registered the information he heard. Just like an heir to a throne. A King. That sure sounds nice.

“So, this former Captain-current unofficial Captain of yours has been the team Captain for consecutive seasons? Then, that must’ve only meant he’s unbeatable. He better watch his back if he wants to maintain his streak.” now that he’s here, surely not.

Shimura failed to contain the slight smirk that plastered itself on one side of his lips. In the side of his face that is out of Ken’s line of vision, so Ken doesn’t see. He thinks, clearly he doesn’t know what he’s saying nor who he's dealing with. 

“I’ll introduce you to the acting Captain of this team as a formality.” he chose to play it cool and not push it further, it’d be better if he observes you himself.

“Where’s [L/N]?” Shimura asked the busy team, getting their attention to him and Ken because of the mention of the last name. He scanned the team, seemingly looking for someone yet guessing from his furrowed brows and craning of his neck, it seems that the acting Captain that he’s looking for isn’t here.

“Arrived not a while ago. Still at the back, Coach.” one of his teammates in the middle of tying their shoelaces answered and jerked their thumb towards the door trailing to the locker room.

“It'll have to wait later, then.” Shimura acknowledged, “By the way, about your little imaginary advertisement title during the PressCon. Just to remind you again, no place for your so-called Ken Sato Show in my team. So don't try me.” Shimura warned him while pointing his index finger on his chest.

Ken raises both of his hands defensively forcing laughter. “Okay, okay. Got it.”

Ken’s attention drifted to someone emerging straight to the team out of nowhere, wearing a dark tinted helmet and a motorcycle jacket.

“[L/N], about time.” Shimura turned his head to you in relief. In Ken’s point of view, it’s like your arrival meant the team was saved. Looks like even Shimura has his favorites. Too bad you’re going to be dethroned soon. “Did you forget your batting helmet so you wore a motorcycle helmet instead?” Shimura pointed out your outlandish attire.

You let out a muffled snicker under your helmet. You held the helmet with your hands to take it off. Ken waited to see the face of his newfound rival under the helmet, fully expecting a man, preparing to say something to assert dominance over you. His expectant smile dropped when after you removed your helmet and shook your head to free your hair, the moment your hair flowed and his eyes lay on your face, was also the moment he realized...

You were not a man.

The Captain of the Giants… is a woman?

What the f–

Well, he wasn’t trying to be sexist or anything. No, no, not at all. He knows a lot of strong women in his life—his mother is a solid proof one of many. He acknowledges women are just as capable as men. It’s just, it’s been so long since he was last updated with the Giants even before he got in. First reason is because he really doesn’t care about the identities of his future teammates. And second, because he—what’s the term?—Lost interest in them when he cut off everything associated with Japan, because it reminded him of his dad who traded him and his mother to the Ultraman gig. Gosh, how long has it been? 

“Where did you come from?” 

“Audience’s entrance. Your interviewers are camped in the corridor on the way to the locker rooms.” You tossed your helmet to the nearby bench. 

My god, not even your height or the way your physique looked under your baggy jacket gave away the fact that you were a woman.

Ken, after a moment of being taken aback by your appearance, straightened himself subtly when you glanced at him for a few seconds. He’s not nervous, is he? Of course not. No one ever makes him, the Ken Sato nervous. He fought the urge to hit his own head with his palm. For god’s sake, Kenji, snap out of it.

“Who’s this?” Your tired eyes shift from him to Shimura. You don't know him? Once again, you did it. The fact that you didn’t know him added to the damage you did to his ego.

He observed you closely. You had a stern expression, sharp eyes, a prim, somewhat almost restrained appearing composure and a low, sultry voice. He does admit, your intimidating aura really does reflect that of a leader. Oddly attractive.

Yet not enough to distract him from his goal.

“Your new teammate, Ken Sato.” Shimura answered with his hand gesturing toward Ken. “Sato, this is our consecutive Captain, [Y/N L/N].” Shimura introduces you to him. 

Shimura’s words echoed in Ken’s ear. “only the best players are chosen as the Captain”, You’re the best player of this team. You, in front of him, right now. 

“Nice to meet you, Captain.” Ken forced a smile, trying to pull himself together.

Your eyes went back to him after, he can tell you’re sizing him up. It didn't take long before Ken got lost in his thoughts again. You had a sharp gaze, one that if it were possible to kill, he would be down lying on the floor. Your gaze almost even looks like a glare already. 

He was snapped out of his thoughts when after moments of not moving, you walked towards his direction. He expectantly prepared himself mentally to converse with you, but he was beyond shocked when you walked past him.

What… 

What?

Did that really just happen? It did. The proof was the trail of your scent you left walking past him. Your perfume smelled musky, yet also sweet. Not painful to the nose. 

He’d lie if he said he wasn’t expecting you to interact with him, welcome him in your team or initiate anything, anything at all. But you just… didn’t care? Shouldn’t Team Captains, even acting ones greet new teammates? If he were the Captain he’d do it. Is this how they welcome teammates in Tokyo? He had never been this humbled in his whole life.

Shimura didn’t have any reaction, as if it was just what he had already expected from you. You sat at your team’s side of the bleachers to change your shoes and wear your face guard, not even looking back in their direction to even lay your eyes on him again. Ken still cannot believe what had just happened. He’s stupid for expecting, and you’re clearly not friendly, and it’s fine. He can take that. 

On the bench, you stifled a yawn. If you yawn freely, Shimura would notice it with his hawk eyes and nag you asking why’d you tire yourself out before a game and of course you cannot disclose why. You woke up on the wrong side of the bed today because of the aftermath of your discreet job outside baseball. Neronga was a resistant one, you’d say. If Ultraman hadn’t meddled with your mission, you would’ve finished the job sooner and you would’ve had enough rest.

“Yo, Captain.” one of your teammates, Otomo, approached you.

“Stop calling me that.”

“Why? You were the Captain last season, and surely you’ll still be in this one.”

You glared at him and diverted your attention to your shoelaces without replying.

“What’d you think about our new teammate?” Nothing but a show-off. “Heard a while ago Sato over there was also aiming for the same title.” Otomo gestured his head to Sato.

Your hands continued tying your laces. You’d like a healthy competition. Whatever he wants. You don’t care about the Captain title on its own, anyway. You only care about being Captain because it meant you were the best out of everyone in the team. While Sato was changing in the locker room, you stood up after you finished wearing and fixing your baseball gear.

You were fixing the soles of your shoes when your vision caught some of your teammates piling up while watching something on their mobile phones. Some of them seemed to be genuinely fanboying on Sato and some of them didn't like him. You? You're part of the latter, like these guys.

“[L/N], it’s Sato’s PressCon last night. Come watch with us. He claimed himself the greatest active player.” you overheard as they kept replaying that one part over and over and laughing. You were right. That Sato is conceited. And he’s not even subtle about it.

Greatest active player, huh. You’d like to see if he can walk his talk.

Before the game started, Shimura called you all to discuss the sequence. And you and Sato were accidentally placed beside each other.

“You lead.” Shimura points at your direction. You weren't sure who, because Sato was placed little more in front of you.

“Coach, do you mean, me?” You clarified.

“No, Sato.” he pointed at the new guy, Sato. “You’re first one up. Bat.”

Your narrow eyes focused on this Sato guy. You sized him up once again. Usual pretty boy, pretty face, but petty attitude. What’s special about him? First impressions, off. But, you do have to see how he plays first to judge him.

“He’s the best player in his former team. Let him lead.”

You wordlessly retreated and stepped back to give way to the players. You stared at his back containing his jersey number, Sato, number seven.

Meanwhile in front, Ken fights the urge to look at you. “Don’t worry guys, I’m about to change this team’s trajectory just tonight.” he confidently walked off with the same cocky smile.

Although it’s a bummer he won’t get the chance to watch you play first, he took the opportunity and stepped inside the court. He took his mind off of everything not inside the court. He has to focus. This is his time to prove himself. 

You do want to be the best, but you don’t always expect to be the best. There’s a fine line that differs between those two. Although, yes, your father would be displeased if he finds out you’re anything but the best. But if he's always a show-off, then you already have that advantage over him. He isn’t a formidable competition at all.

The crowd screeched when his face went all over the jumbotron's LED screen. While in the point of view of the audience, it’s very noticeable how he seemed uncomfortable with his left shoulder. Looks like it isn’t just you who has a skill issue today. He still had the strength to bicker with the catcher from the other team, though. He’ll be fine.

The game began, the pitcher pitched. He missed. The second pitch, he missed again.

Your face crumpled. You made a point once again. He, in fact, can’t walk his talk. You crossed your arms and sank your back against the backrest of the bench. You’ve lost interest in the game.

Disappointing.

For the third time, the pitcher pitches, and for the last chance that he had, he hit the ball. Oh, lucky is he. The crowd goes wild, the commentator announces the successful bat and the giant screen shows his face. Even if he batted successfully on the third, it didn’t reverse the disappointment you felt now that you can judge him. He then came running the bases.

You looked away and rested your chin against your palm with crossed legs, not paying attention to the game, but all of a sudden, your eyes caught something familiarly strange flying outside the dome. 

Is that…

You squinted to see clearly, and when you saw it again, your eyes widened. It vanished again for a while, but your sighting of KDF jets told you everything you needed to know to confirm what it was. You flinched in your seat when one of the KDF jets crashed and exploded near the dome, interrupting the game, also startling the people inside the dome who were now instinctively starting to evacuate the area. In the middle of the flames of the explosion, the creature emerged and showed itself clearly, just exactly as the one you suspected.

“Gigantron.” You and Ken mouthed at the same time, from different spots inside the dome.

The creature roars, frightening people even more. Everything was chaos, like that of a dystopia. People were pushing each other in the exits to get out of the dome as soon as possible. You stood up from your seat, picked your helmet up from the bottom bench, not turning your back on Gigantron, you pushed the door with your palm to the nearest exit. You pushed your way through the waves of people until you reached your motorcycle outside.

You revved the engine and sped up en route to the KDF headquarters. You need to get there before the last jet takes off.

—

In the dim-lit interior of the KDF Headquarters, Chief Officer Dr. Onda silently watches the monitor screen.

Aoshima, the KDF Captain hurriedly went to him after the difficult situation unfolded. “Sir, we have an emergency. Gigantron has ambushed our jets and taken it down. The package cannot be tracked, as of now.”

“Is Saturnine inside the headquarters right now?”

“Uh, Agent Saturnine is currently off-duty tonight, Sir.” Aoshima responded, wondering why out of everyone, he specifically asked about Saturnine.

Dr. Onda exhales and doesn't reply further. He maintained his stoned expression under his aviators. He focused on the monitor cameras showing the chaos the Gigantron made.

His forehead creases in distress. “Scramble all jets. Kill Gigantron. Do what you can to retrieve the package.” he orders his personnel.

“Yes, sir.”

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[bluesidez]

I have a very NSFW thought.

Playing the (sexual) rock, paper, scissors game with Miguel and Kenji.

[lowkey hate that the game turned sexual, but if I imagine it with hot people…I’M SOLD!]

Still haven’t watched Ultraman yet but I know Kenji is a baseball player. He’s running FAST just to get back to you. But then Miguel being part spider and running as fast as he does in the movie…he wouldn’t let Kenji stay in you for long.

I don’t know much of Kenji’s personality BUT! It’s cute to imagine them bickering before it all starts. Miguel is probably still worrying about the logistics of everything snd Kenji, who made sure to set up everything properly, is telling him to chill out. They both go silent when you pull your dress up to reveal your thin lace undies.

It’ll be a really intense game. You’ll constantly be pulled to the edge just to be denied your finish once one of them comes running right back up to your side.

Miguel would drill into you and moan right in your ear while Kenji would yank you back, controlling your hips with his big hands. The switch between them would be dizzying. You would barely be holding onto the car while they use you like a ragdoll, wetness dripping down your legs.

At some point they’ll both get irritated at the game and take turns with your lips. All that can be heard is the sound of your throat trying to keep up with Kenji and the hot slide of Miguel deep in your core.

You don’t really know who won the game considering that one sharp thrust from Miguel had you screaming around Kenji which sent them both to the stars.

Maybe it’s you for having two hot DILFs at your side.

[takosdenaranja]

Tough Love

Kenji still has doubts about Jonathan.

But, he still loves him.

Oc x Canon! Content!

An apology for any grammatical errors or pronouns.

—You look alone...

Jonathan's voice was soft and low. As he approached Kenji he calmly took a seat next to him before looking up at the moon.

—What makes you think that's the case?

—It's just a hunch.

Kenji rolled his eyes, not very happy with the answer.

—Oh I see. It's a hunch, not the fact that I'm literally here, sitting on my porch getting drunk and crying at two in the morning.

He said sarcastically. Jonathan shrugged and smiled.

—I do not judge the rituals of others.

He glanced at Kenji, who simply took a long drink from the sake bottle next to him.

—You make it sound satanic.

—I make it sound romantic. In my way.

He snorted before looking at the brunette with annoyance and frowning.

—Will this be customary?

—You don't want it to be?

There was a long silence, a reflective one that made him realize that he would never win the fight. He shrugged and kicked a small rock before sighing.

—Maybe... I'm not sure about it.

He held out the bottle.

—Do you want a drink?

Jonathan looked at the container, then at Kenji, then back at the container and back again. Then, she let out a light laugh and leaned towards him.

—Only if I can drink it directly from your lips.

He spit out all the liquid from the bottle when he took a sip, looking at the brunette for making him waste such an expensive drink.

—It is necessary?

—Very necessary.

—Go to hell.

—Here I am.

Kenji rolled his eyes in annoyance, putting the bottle aside and then crossing his arms.

—Better just admit that you want to kiss me, bastard.

—May I?

—You can?

And before Kenji could avoid it, Jonathan's hands caught his face to give him a long and extremely loud kiss that probably even Emi could hear from the containment capsule. He hated when Jonathan kissed him that way, it left his lips always red and swollen. He probably had some strange fetish, but he didn't want to risk asking and being traumatized.

He pulled away once the brunette released him and gave him a hard pinch on Jonathan's nipple that made him moan from the pain.

—Next time I'll pinch your balls if you dare to kiss me again.

—But you liked it~

—Jonathan...

—Kenji...

[aennasan]

Thinking about writing for Kenji Sato x Virgin!Reader where for the last two years they never go past kissing and messy make out sesh without you pushing him away, the moment you feel like what you're doing is slowly turning into something more than what you signed up for. The blue balls of being pushed away a lot of times got into Kenji this time, and you immediately noticed that he looked a bit upset, no--- annoyed, while you tried to ignore the obvious tent on his pants. He said it was okay if you're not ready. But the twinge of guilt on your chest, after hearing the subtle hurt on his voice, was twisted in the most awful way, and you realized that he was upset because he is wounded and felt rejected by you. At that moment, you felt like if you don't choose to be honest with him, you will lose him forever.

[takosdenaranja]

Don't Go

Angst Drables Series.

Alternate Universe of the movie Ultraman: Rising.

Oc x Canon Content. However, if you like to read it as Canon x Reader go ahead, only they are masculine pronouns.

(English Version) (Sorry for the terrible English.) (Versión en español en mi perfil.)

WARNING!

English is not my first language, so there are going to be grammar or even pronoun errors. An apology for that. Yes, this is practically translated from Google Translate, don't judge me.

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"You know you have our complete trust."

The bright blue eyes stared into the multicolored ones in silence, letting those hands calmly adjust the collar of her uniform.

«You are twelve years old, you are already a lady in the eyes of others, but for us, you are still our spoiled child.»

Her father Kenji calmly placed the coat on her, with a smile on her face that also showed concern. He didn't like the idea of letting her ride the subway alone, it was too dangerous, especially on the streets of Tokyo.

"Do not hesitate to call us if you feel threatened or in danger."

Jonathan adjusted the technological watch on Emi's wrist, which displayed a photo of the three of them. The blonde smiled softly, looking at her two parents who knelt down to be level with her.

"Prepare all your defense equipment that is in the internal pockets of the trench coat. Use them only if necessary."

She nodded, letting out a light soft laugh before reaching into her pocket and looking at a lemon drop. She raised an eyebrow, before focusing on her parents who still looked worried.

«Emi... there is only one more thing we ask of you...»

Kenji's voice was barely a sound that could be heard above a murmur, his voice almost broke as he mentioned each word, Jonathan understood why, but he didn't need to worry Emi too much. Just give the warning. Both men held the girl's hands in theirs, placing a soft kiss on her knuckles and another on her palms as a good luck ritual.

They always did it before leaving.

"Don't get too close to the tracks."

Emi was not a girl who caused big problems. She was spoiled sparingly, not all the time. She had two parents who would lay the whole world at her feet if she so desired, they would die for her no matter what. For as long as she can remember, her two parents have been in charge of giving her everything she will need to grow in optimal conditions.

Her love was never lacking, the displays of affection and gifts they offered her always came from her heart. She was the perfect girl that Kenji and Jonathan always wanted. She was found in the worst circumstances you could find a baby in, and now there she is, looking like every princess and queen in the world, because she was raised by her parents.

She was not rude, nor impolite; The tantrums only occurred during her childhood, in adolescence she is a complete young woman who made the men who raised her feel proud. She was independent, strong, athletic, beautiful and with a big heart she was willing to give love to everyone.

She was a sun among gray clouds. It's a shame to know that someone wanted to dull her shine.

And she almost succeeded.

That summer afternoon, when the rain fell gently on the streets of Tokyo, Emi was heading to the subway station. Not because her parents had forgotten about her, nor because she was accompanying some of her friends. She just wanted to ride the subway for the first time and live that beautiful experience of feeling independent.

She captured anyone's attention with those bright blue eyes that looked like the ocean, shining five different types of blues when the sun hit them. Despite the clouds covering the sky, the sun always finds a way to shine. Emi, took slow and soft steps to get closer to the shore when the subway was going in her direction. She heard the voice over the loudspeakers announcing the arrival of her train.

Her standing there, her oblivious to what was around her and listening to the music at a high volume that silenced any other sounds from outside, was the same thing that condemned her to be thrown onto the subway tracks.

It was only seconds when her foreign hands forcefully pushed her directly into the moving subway. Everything happened in slow motion that she barely had time to process the strong hit of the metal against her legs before sending her flying through the air and more muffled noises were heard. Alarms immediately sounded and the entire subway stopped, with people screaming and quickly calling for paramedics, the shadow that had cast her to a painful death receding into soft, melodic chants before disappearing.

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Man... Knowing me, things are going to get very bad.

[takosdenaranja]

Don't Go

Seri de Drables Angst

No sé, se me ocurrieron mientras mato mis últimas neuronas que aún me quedan.

Contenido Oc x Canon, pero si gustan tomarlo como Canon x Reader, adelante, solo que son pronombres masculinos.

(Versión en Español.) (English version in my profile.)

¡ADVERTENCIA!

O sea, realmente solo se me ocurrió y ya, son cortos, pero en verdad me surgió de la nada hacer algo oscuro.

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«Sabes que tienes toda nuestra confianza.»

Los brillantes ojos azules miraron fijamente los multicolor en silencio, dejando que aquellas manos acomodarán el cuello de su uniforme con calma.

«Tienes doce años, ya eres toda una señorita ante los ojos del resto, pero para nosotros, aún eres nuestra niña consentida.»

Su papá Kenji le colocó el abrigo con calma, con una sonrisa en su rostro que también mostraba preocupación. No le gustaba la idea de dejarla ir sola en el metro, era demasiado peligroso, sobre todo en las calles de Tokio.

«No dudes en llamarnos si te sientes amenazada o en peligro.»

Jonathan ajustó el reloj tecnológico en la muñeca de Emi, el cual mostraba una fotografía de ellos tres. La rubia sonrió suavemente, mirando a sus dos padres que se arrodillaron para quedar a su altura.

«Prepare todo tu equipo de defensa que está en los bolsillos internos de la gabardina. Úsalos solo si es necesario.»

Ella asintió, soltando una ligera risa suave antes de meter la mano en el bolsillo y mirar un caramelo de limón. Levantó una ceja, antes de enfocarse en sus padres quienes aún lucían preocupados.

«Emi... solo hay una cosa más que te pedimos...»

La voz de Kenji era apenas un sonido que podía captarse por encima de un murmullo, casi tenía la voz quebrada al mencionar cada palabra, Jonathan entendía el porqué, pero no necesitaba preocupar demasiado a Emi. Solo dar la advertencia. Ambos hombres sujetaron las manos de la niña entre las suyas, dejando un suave beso en sus nudillos y otro en sus palmas como un ritual de buena suerte.

Siempre lo hacían antes de salir.

«No te acerques demasiado a las vías.»

Emi no era una niña que causara grandes problemas. Era consentida con medida, no todo el tiempo. Tenía dos padres que pondrían el mundo entero a sus pies si ella así lo deseará, ellos morirían por ella sin importar lo que fuera. Desde que tiene uso de razón, sus dos padres se encargaron de darle todo lo que ella necesitará para crecer en óptimas condiciones.

El amor nunca faltó, las muestras de cariño y regalos que le ofrecían siempre venían desde el corazón. Era la niña perfecta que Kenji y Jonathan siempre desearon. Fue encontrada en las peores circunstancias en las que podrías hallar a un bebé, y ahora ahí está ella, luciendo como toda la princesa y reina del mundo, porque fue criada a sí por sus padres.

No era grosera, tampoco descortés; los berrinches solo ocurrieron en su etapa de niñez, en la adolescencia es toda una jovencita hecha y derecha que hacía sentir orgullosos a los hombres que la criaron. Independiente, fuerte, atlética, hermosa y con un gran corazón que estaba dispuesto a dar amor a todo el mundo.

Ella era un sol entre nubes grises. Es una lástima saber que alguien quería apagar su brillo.

Y casi lo consiguió.

Aquella tarde de verano, cuando la lluvia caía suavemente sobre las calles de Tokio, Emi se encontraba dirigiéndose a la estación de metro. No porque sus padres se hubieran olvidado de ella, tampoco por acompañar a alguna amiga. Ella solo deseaba viajar en el metro por primera vez y vivir esa linda experiencia de sentirse independiente.

Captaba la atención de cualquiera con esos brillantes ojos azules que lucían como el océano, brillando en cinco tipos de azules distintos cuando el sol los iluminaba. A pesar de las nubes cubriendo el cielo, el sol siempre halla la forma de brillar. Emi, dio pasos lentos y suaves para acercarse a la orilla cuando el metro iba en su dirección. Escuchó la voz por los altavoces que anunciaban la llegada de su tren.

Parada allí, ajena a su alrededor y escuchando la música a un volumen alto que silenciaba cualquier otro sonido del exterior, fue lo mismo que la condenó a ser arrojada a las vías del metro.

Fueron solo segundos cuando las manos ajenas la empujaron con fuerza directamente al metro en movimiento. Todo ocurrió en cámara lenta que apenas tuvo tiempo de procesar el fuerte golpe del metal contra sus piernas antes de mandarla a volar por los aires y escucharse más ruidos sordos. Las alarmas de inmediato sonaron y todo el metro se detuvo, con la gente gritando y llamando rápidamente a los paramédicos, la sombra que la había arrojado a una muerte dolorosa se alejó entre cantos suaves y melódicos antes de desaparecer.

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