You were Kenji’s robot assistant, knowing he had been struggling with Emi, baseball, and being Ultraman all at once.

He came home, throwing his bike helmet to the floor with a pissed expression. “Threaten to trade me, Ken Sato, to the Tigers? To the Tigers?!” he shouted, the anger in his voice evident. “Nobody trades Ken Sato!”

Kenji huffs, and continues speaking before you can say anything. “I… I’m doing my best, okay?!” he sniffled, trembling down to his knees. Breaking down and crying, wiping his tears to hide his face.