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Y/n was talented in many things. Trained in the arts of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, highly educated in code, multilingual: English, Japanese, Dutch, Russian, Portuguese, Spanish, Tagalog, etc., gifted in an array of art mediums, and many more skills that persuaded Sato to hire Y/n L/n. Well, in all technicalities, not Kenji Sato specifically...

Resentment is a powerful emotion humans are capable of. The deep-rooted sense of injustice troubled young Kenji. Y/n was trained to maintain a stable relationship with the boy. His negative behavior came through around his teenage adolescence period and Hayao made sure to input his beliefs regarding the cracking connection between him and his son in a pleasant interview with Miss. L/n. Through the young woman, not only artificial intelligence will keep his son company, but a living, breathing, emotional human will have healthy conversations with him.

It's enough to know that Kenji had friendly associations.

Y/n was sent to L.A. to take his son's assistant interview. He entrusted her to never tell a soul she was hired to spy on Kenji. To never reveal to his son that she was just another one of Sato's savvy robots. Luckily, Y/n left out one thing in her resume; she is a master of deception.

Whilst Ken was stuck in an interview with Ami Wakita, his phone fortunately rang, interrupting the frigid silence the second Wakita's daughter left the room. "Girlfriend?" Ami's features contorted into a foxy grin.

"Assistant." He muttered.

"So... wife." She blinked, raising a brow.

Ken only scoffed, picking it up. "I'm in the middle of an interview, what's up?" His eyes drifted from his noodles up to the reporter. The snarky, superficial smile idol on her face felt like being held at gunpoint. "Make it quick..."

"Your chocolate fudge ice cream is in the freezer prepped with whipped cream and a cherry on top. I hid three fizzy's and a chocolate shake behind a couple of coconut drinks in the mini-fridge, you'll find it." She watched as Mina made trips back and forth, replacing his fancy fizzy drinks with healthy ones in his little compartments. "Just... eat it in the bathroom."

Ami witnessing Kenji Sato's lips drawing wider as his eyes glistened with a genuine adoring sparkle was as rare as spotting a giant salamander in the wild. No camera could ever pick up this kind of passion. She leaned back in her chair studying Ken's whole soul being sucked into the conversation with his assistant.

Prior to his arrival, she spent at least half an hour scrolling and reading through the hottest articles pertaining to their relationship. If you could even call it that. A few key phrases she picked up were; secret lovechild, elopement, and the sailing ship of sports drama.

"Oh? No, come on, please? It's just one night..." His elbow found its way to the table, resting his cheek against his palm. Consider it rude, but Ken was far too hyper-focused on the woman through the phone. "Alright!" He pumped his fist. "Tell Mina to set up the guest—or yeah, you can do it yourself, yeah, no that's fine."

A minute later, he slipped the phone back into his pocket. Not because he wanted to, but Y/n abruptly hung up. With an evident pout on his face, Ami carefully eyed him. "You contradict yourself, Mr. Sato."

"Sorry?" He snapped back to reality, dazed with a friendly smile.

"'Make it quick'? The extended period you were on the call with Miss. L/n suggests otherwise. Would you mind elaborating on this situation?" Wakita wasn't getting any info tonight. Most definitely not tonight.

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Her hand was steadily perched with the glass of bourbon set on her palm as she occupied her other hand while scrolling through her phone. She took five steps back, unbothered by the chances she'd be hit by his bat. The sound of the wooden club cracking was paired with a self-righteous cheer and quickly followed by a moan. "Ken, it appears that you strained your rotator cuff during the battle."

"Already ordered the brace." She blankly looked up at the man.

"No, cancel it." Ken seethed out. "That's what I get for saving lives."

"Ken, it is your duty to save lives." Mina lectured as she followed both humans.

"Well, I prefer to save my arm and leave the kaiju to the KDF." Y/n was hot on his trail as he fell limp against the red sofa.

"You know what happens when you leave it to the KDF." Mina, even Y/n, had gone through this hundreds of times. It honestly bugged her how he couldn't get it through his thick skull.

He threw his head back, lowly chuckling. His Adam's apple was exposed and the muscles in his jaw twitched as he slightly shifted in a better position for comfort. "Yeah. I have a double-double, a chocolate shake, and a good night's sleep." He quickly snuck a glimpse at Y/n. "Thanks, honey." He winked as she settled down at the corner of the sofa, chugging and savoring the last sip of bourbon before setting the empty glass on the nearby table behind her. Y/n crossed her legs with an expression remaining unamused, quietly tapping her fingers against the edge of the cushion. "Now stop trying to be my mother."

"I am as I was programmed."

Y/n stared at his profile as an indistinguishable gaze threatened the flying cylinder. No universe would allow an uptight assistant of a worldwide baseball star to be romantically associated with each other. It's impossible. So, it was great she merely found him just appealing to the eye. He bumped his heel against the wooden couch frame only to find the stash of his favorite drinks replaced with plain old coconut water. "Coconut water? Mina, did you throw out my fancy fizzy drinks?"

"Healthy choices, healthy body." Y/n and Mina chanted. Ken threw Y/n an 'Are you serious?' stare. "Healthy soul." She placed a hand on her chest where her heart should be. Should... be...

The reluctant swig of the drink made him cringe. "This tastes just like fart."

"I like coconut water, Mr. Kenji."

"It's my favorite drink!" He smirked, holding up the drink in her direction.

"Ken, I wonder if you might consider taking a break." The robot's point forced Y/n to sit up straighter.

"From drinking farts?" He playfully quipped.

"From baseball." Mina's monotonous voice drug out in a motherly manner.

"Give up the one thing that puts a smile on my face? Sorry, no." His rejection accompanied by the depressing comment hadn't personally tainted her attitude, but the thought of the issues with his father ran a course through her mind. "TV, please." She raised a brow, standing up. "You're not gonna bail on me now, Y/n? Thought we settled on a sleepover."

She only smiled and bowed. "I'll be back in a matter of minutes, Mr. Kenji."

"Ken! Please, just Ken." He follows her body as she walks across the room. Mina's sudden scan stunned him, almost spilling the fart drink. "Mina?"

"Your heart rate spiked and your eyes are significantly dilated. Symptoms point to love."

"Your stupid diagnostics aren't working straight." He grumbled. "Y/n's a friend. An assistant. Five years of good ol' friendship won't break just because you told me so." Ken scratched the back of his neck as Y/n disappeared around the corner. "Now would you please turn the TV on?"

Mina reversed. "Of course, Ken."

The familiarity of loneliness in the night struck a chord as the unfathomable glow emanating within Y/n left with her. The admiring glint in his eyes faded as he clicked his tongue, watching the news. "Healthy soul..." He uttered quietly.

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I wish I could just manifest the chapter and be done with it😭 there's probably sm errors

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