Ken Sato, son of Hayao Sato and Emiko Sato, is among the most Famous Baseball players globally.
He is leaving a ton of reporters to chase and want to know everything about him and his position as a baseball player.
When you Y/N L/N, a famous repor...
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The sunlight streams through the blinds, casting soft golden rays over your bare skin. You shift slightly, feeling the gentle warmth of Kenji's body nestled against yours.
This made you remember when you guys would just chill at your apartment or at his after his games. His embrace makes you forget and lulls you to sleep.
His arms are wrapped around you, holding you close, as though he refuses to let you go even in sleep.
The faint scent of him—clean, comforting, familiar—makes you smile, and you press yourself deeper into his embrace, feeling utterly content. He knew how to drive you crazy. He always did with every girl.
"Mm, you're awake," Kenji murmurs, his voice groggy but warm, like honey. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath tickling your skin.
"Barely," you whisper back, eyes still half-closed as you stretch lazily, not wanting to leave the warmth. His touch. "I could stay like this forever." You smiled.
He chuckles softly, Gazing at your face, then his lips brush your shoulder in a way that sends a gentle shiver down your spine. "Tempting offer... but I think your stomach has other ideas."
You frown, confused, until your stomach lets out a quiet growl, betraying you. You both laugh, the sound filling the cozy room. "Busted," you admit, turning to face him. "What smells so good?"
His grin is playful, eyes still heavy with sleep but full of affection. "I asked Mina to start breakfast program" he says, his voice still low, velvety. "Figured you'd want pancakes. Sweet, like you."
You roll your eyes, but you can't help the blush creeping into your cheeks. "You're ridiculously smooth for someone who just woke up." He used to always be like this.
In moments like this you cant help but think of the past.Before you tried to take the step further.
"Just trying to keep up with you." He leans in and presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there like he never wants to let go
Kenji's question lingers in the air, bringing back a rush of memories.
You had broken up two years ago, the relationship ending in a mix of confusion and unresolved feelings. And now, after all that time apart, here you were again—entangled, emotionally and physically, like no time had passed.
You swallow, your heart racing a bit faster as you search for the right words. "Kenji... we broke up.You left me.. It was messy, and then we just... hooked up again..." You pause, feeling the weight of the situation.
