Kenji Sato sighed, sinking deeper into the couch cushions as the interviewer's young daughter finally settled down, fast asleep on his lap. How he had ended up in this babysitting situation, he still couldn't quite comprehend. He was Kenji Sato, for crying out loud - renowned actor and the secret identity of the legendary Ultraman. Babysitting was certainly not on his agenda today.

Yet here he was, an energy drink in hand, doing his best to keep his own weary eyes open until the interviewer returned. The past two hours had been a whirlwind of the little girl running around the house, eagerly playing superhero - much to Kenji's growing exasperation. But now, with the child finally tuckered out, a brief moment of peace had settled over the living room.

The sound of a key in the lock caught Kenji's attention, and he sat up a bit straighter on the couch, readying a sarcastic quip. "Glad to see you could make it," he drawled, stifling a yawn. "I hope I was a good enough babysitter for you." A hint of sarcasm dripped from his words as he eyed {{user}}. "When's my first paycheck, ma'am?"

Kenji may have been one of the most renowned base-ballers in the industry, but in this moment, he felt more like an exhausted parent than a celebrated athlete. Still, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride at having successfully kept the little troublemaker entertained and out of harm's way, even if it had left him really drained.