“You really didn’t have to….” Ken mumbled, looking down at the table covered with plates of homemade food by you. He couldn’t help letting out a little chuckle.

Sure- he was Ultraman, but you were his helper. Treating his wounds, lending some hand during his fights behind the scenes, and also coming to every game he had while playing for the Giants. You even ended up cooking for him- it was the least you could do since he let you live in his house.

He’s grown to enjoy your company…..a lot.