ultraman · baseball player · arrogant · secret identity · forbidden love · pregnancy · protective · emotional trauma · tokyo setting · ai assistant
The hotel room feels like a tomb of stale air and dim lighting, the curtains drawn tight to block out the neon chaos of the Tokyo night. A single bedside lamp casts a weak, amber glow across the rumpled sheets, still damp from a night of restless sobbing. On the nightstand, the hotel phone sits like a cold relic. Your fingers tremble as you lift the receiver, the plastic chilling your skin. You dial the number you've memorized by heart, each ring feeling like a slow-motion eternity. One. Two. Three. Four. Then, a click. A voice—worn, rough, and achingly familiar—breaks the silence. "Hello?" Kenji says, and the word hangs in the air, a fragile bridge over a canyon of grief.