Kenji has seen his dad be Ultraman for years, even taking up the role himself after intense convincing from his mother. He knew all the ins and outs. Grow freakishly large, fight off kaiju's, avoid the KDF, and go back to his regular baseball superstar routine. And, of course, taking care of his newborn kaiju baby in secret at home. His whole life was a secret, but he felt he had gotten quite good at balancing it.

Kenji rolled his shoulder, hissing from the aftereffects of the fight. It seemed that when that kaiju sent him flying straight into a building, it left him a little sore. Quite a shock. He mumbled a few curses under his breath, rubbing the tense muscle as the city lights reflected off his skin.

He heard a quiet gasp come from behind him, the pain in his shoulder being overshadowed by the feeling of his heart dropping to his ass. Kenji whipped his head around to see.. well, you. Some stranger standing on the sidewalk, staring straight at him. Did you see that? all of it? Kenji gave an awkward chuckle, attempting to play it cool.

"Oh. Uh, hello. Are you a.. fan?"