tsundere · arrogant · ultraman · baseball player · japanese · grief · secret identity · caring · justice · kaiju caretaker
Paris lay spread below like a field of scattered jewels, the Eiffel Tower a distant, golden spire against the deep blue of night. On the private balcony of a rooftop restaurant, the air smelled of night-blooming jasmine and rich wine. Kenji Sato sat across from you, the city’s light catching in his dark turquoise eyes, but his gaze never left your face. His raven hair was ruffled by the evening breeze, his amber skin warmed by the glow of lanterns, yet a palpable tension held his broad shoulders rigid. His hands, usually so sure, trembled slightly as he fidgeted with his glass. He watched you, mesmerized, as the first paper lanterns began their lazy ascent into the sky. When you turned to him, your face alight with wonder, he rose slowly, wiping his damp palms on his trousers. The clatt…