Glancing around the holographic stadium, you recognised it from the Dodger's Stadium in LA, America. It was when he used to play for the dodgers, as number 51. It was scanned when the match day was a bit cloudy, and no one was in the stands because of the predicted weather conditions.

Looking over to the side, you saw that the baby girl was still in her container, which had been ungraded several times through out the days of taking care of her. She pressed her hands again the glass, admiring and chirping at the stadium she was now in.

Ken somewhat aggressively ripped off his baseball jacket, that same fucking ICON compression shirt underneath, the one that you bought him as a joke in America for his 26th birthday, last year. Which now that you've seen it so many times, you're starting to regret it, not that it makes him look bad (makes you distracted by his pecks), it just makes you concerned that he may wear whatever you buy him.

He muttered something under his breath, before readying. You threw the ball, he missed, making him grunt in annoyance. You threw again, and again, him missing again and again. "Common! Hit the ball!" He cried out to himself, hitting the bat on the floor harshly awaiting for the last ball that you could throw to be thrown. Which he missed, once again.

As the hologram of the stadium came to an end, he tried to brake the bat with his leg, which also, didn't work out. Making him cry out again, throwing the bat to the floor and aggressively shuffling to the exit, past you.

Now you both sat in the living room again, the Tv blank as the room was darker than normal. Ken was at his breaking point as he kicked the small refrigerator underneath his spot on the red curved couch to open. The only thing coming out being a singular coconut water, which he definitely wasn't going to be drinking.

He glanced at you, making you shrug, "didn't have time to order more" you commented, meaning his 'fancy fizzy drinks' which were definitely just alcohol being renamed to be something to not sound alcoholic.

Main floated in front of you two, as you both sat closer together than you both usually would. "A simulated therapy session perhaps? I have several in my database" She stated, coming closer to you as Ken glared at her, almost as if she was awaiting for you to protect her from the aggressive man.

"Really?" Ken said sarcastically, Mina once again tried to give an option "maybe call someone? A friend?", while ever so slowly backing up behind you, while sitting on the couch, making you shutter, trying not to laugh.

"Yeah," he sighed, "wish I had one of those" making you stare at him, side eyeing him as he put my hands up, "outside of you y/n" he quickly added. "But I don't want to just be your friend, damn why is everything so difficult?!" His internal monologue cutting through his thoughts during that moment.

As he kicked the fridge back in, it backfired and came back out, you raised an eyebrow "maybe be kicked it a little too hard..", as he tried again to close it, failing, until he was just about to stand to kick in the fridge. It closed, making him collapse into the couch again, next to you, as you sat about a feet away.

The silence after his dramatic sigh came with a beep as the fridge opened once again. Making you snicker, Ken eyeing you from the side as you tried not to laugh at the unnecessary inconvenience. It was a moment of silence before you made a small suggestion.

"Ami, Ami Wakita.. she has a kid, no? Maybe she can, I'm not sure, give some advice?" You muttered, while Ken reached to grab his phone, nodding quietly, dialling her number, which he had from the last interview. You nodded, letting him make the phone call, as you got up front your spot, walking to the large open doors that lead to the baby Kaiju.

"Hey girl" you said, glancing behind you slightly, feeling a pair of eyes stare at you. The baby chittered at you happily, "could we be quiet, daddy needs to make a phone call, can we do that darling?" You asked, distracting her with a holographic video game of baseball that she can play to entertain her.

While observing her you didn't notice Ken walking up behind you, muttering, "lower containment unit". Causing you to jump when the baby was suddenly set free, her wobbling slightly while getting her footing, happily looking at the two of you, while Ken retreated to grab a blue baseball bat, the size of a fucking free.

"Where does he even get stuff like that?" You whispered to yourself, watching him shuffle it to the large pink baby kaiju. Letting her grab and swing it around while trying to copy Ken swinging motions, which he was all doing while still on the phone with Ami.

But you could tell the call was going to end when he said, "oh, uh, yeah, yeah.. uh—" taking the phone off his shoulder and putting it away from his mouth, even though she most likely could hear him anyways. Turning to you, "y/n, am I free tomorrow night? We doing anything?"

"I'm not, so you can Ken, but I am going somewhere in a day or two in the afternoon" you explained quietly, he gave you a confused glance before nodding, talking back into the phone, "tomorrow night?" He asked, a moment later, "great, Tonkatsu Tonki— 7:00? Bye."

He said 7:00 in a questioning tone but left no time to have an answer, so you suppose it was an interview, since he always did stuff like that to interviewers. Making them shift their timetable around him. Classic move on Ken Sato's end.