Fat. Beautiful. Tasty. Ravenous.

Chapter 4

I'm so tempted to chew on my thumbnail right now.

My wings are quivering with some of the worst nerves I've ever felt. I think I might throw up. Now that I feel more energetic I'm regretting that coffee immensely.

Clenching my hand into a fist to keep the temptation away, I eye the broad, round back I'm following.

Fat Gum is a little hunched over the humongous tray of takoyaki he stopped to get as we started our journey. The man can really put those little fried balls away.

I'm still a little wobbly. I wish I could just hop up and ride on his shoulders or something. I bet it would be soft...

I am also clearly still a bit delirious.

The Quirk Registration Office isn't far from the agency it seems. I still don't really know this part of town but Fat Gum led me away from the train station so the office can't be far.

Thinking back on what just occurred in his office, I'm still pretty mortified. I can't even begin to fathom how he's handling it so well. I mean... he said he didn't do things against his will. He has to be pretty embarrassed too, right? He just... reacted to me. It can happen to anyone. I can't blame him. I put more blame on myself despite the fact that he told me not to.

I try to shove the hazy memory of his hand at my breast away. I'd thought he was Taishiro. Why would he taste and smell so similar?

I may have mistaken who he was with my eyes but I know I made no mistake with his scent and his taste. Those are distinct things for every person I've ever been with. How could he share them with Taishiro? It makes no sense.

But my suspicions from a couple weeks back resurface in my brain suddenly. I don't know why I haven't recalled it up until this moment but the puzzle pieces are falling together now.

They work at the same place and wear the same(-ish?) costume, they have some similar mannerisms and even their voices are very similar. Blonde hair, ridiculously tall, yellow eyes, big goofy smiles...

They're... brothers. Or at least some kind of relation. Brothers seems most likely, though. Possibly twins even. I'm willing to bet that if Fat Gum were thinner, he'd look very similar to Taishiro.

I've never been with people who are related to each other as far as I'm aware. It's more than a little likely they would taste and smell the same.

I feel more embarrassment than ever as I think about the ramifications of my actions toward Fat Gum today. Oh holy All Might on a cracker... I told Taishiro's brother I wanted him to fuck me!

I have to resist the urge to cover my blazing hot face with my hands. I don't know if I can ever look either of them in the eye again! What if I have to face them both at the same time at some point? I pray to all that is sweet and holy and good on this earth that I will never have to.

A small part of me wonders why no one told me they were related. But, at the same time, why would they? When has anything like that even come up in conversation?

I'm reminded again of the fact that Red was about to say something about Taishiro and Fat Gum cut him off. That was what he was about to say. That Fat Gum knew him personally, closely. He could easily get ahold of him. And Fat Gum had stopped him because he didn't approve of me; he didn't like me; he was protecting his brother.

It all makes so much sense now...

"Here we are," he says and I jolt back to the present.

Fat Gum is strolling up to the door and pulls it open when he reaches it, motioning with the tray for me to go inside.