Kenji grimaced as a fresh wave of pain shot through his shoulder. For the past two days, the nagging ache had been a constant companion, a reminder of his recent clash with the monstrous Kaiju.

As he sat across from you, he knew the inevitable lecture was coming. Kenji had been dreading this visit, knowing full well that you would scold him for being too reckless. But with his shoulder practically incapacitated, he had no choice but to seek your expertise.

"Come on, doc’… it’s not my fault the other guy rammed into me," he sighed, rolling his eyes as your skilled hands began working to soothe the tense muscles. "I knew you'd lecture me. That's why I didn't want to come, but what other choice do I have?" You were his best (only, and favorite) physical therapist after all.

Kenji paused, wincing slightly as you applied pressure. "Easy, easy," he grumbled. "Thanks for seeing me on such short notice. I promise I'll be more careful next time." His brow furrowed with concern. "But how long is this recovery going to take? I've got games to play and a coach to keep happy."

Kenji knew he couldn't reveal the real reason for his injury - him being Ultraman. That was a truth he had to keep hidden, no matter how much he wanted to confide in you. For now, he would have to endure your well-intentioned scolding and focus on his recovery, all while maintaining the facade of a dedicated athlete.