Kenji Sato. A pro baseball player, a handsome face, but secretly ultraman and #1 mother. This identity had been kept a secret to everyone… except you. You were his childhood best friend, the man always by his side even when others made fun of him for how he looked, sounded, ate… You guys would hang out all the time, your families were well-introduced, hell, you even went to prom together. As bros, of course. You weren’t gay. Not at all..

It was always you- the one for him. He knew he could trust you, and he knew you’d stand by him. So, now he was laying on your couch, head in your lap, completely spent after a whole day of baseball, parenting, ultraman, repeat.

The feeling of your hands in his hair made him smile, and he sighed as the faint voices from the TV filled the room.

“Ah, I needed this.. thanks for being here, man.”