Fat. Beautiful. Tasty. Ravenous.

Chapter 11

"Oh my god! I did it! We did it! I'm in!" Whitney bounds up to me outside of my modelling agency, heels and all, and jumps on me like she's five years old.

The smile on my own face is broad and genuine as I hug her back. I'm really, truly excited for her as though she were actually my kohai newly accepted at the agency.

But this exciting moment in and of itself is mildly concerning for me. Once again, I'm getting the impression that this isn't just an assignment for her. It feels like she really wants to have this job. Her passion and drive for it seems much more enthusiastic than I recall her having as a hero.

I knew that before, I thought it wasn't my business but seeing the way she's looking at me, I'm starting to wonder if maybe I should ask about it. If my suspicions turn out to be true, what could I do to help her, though?

Whitney moves on to Fat, celebrating with him and giving him a high five, then turns to Suneater, her smile still lighting up her face.

"I did it!" she says again, this time addressing him.

He pauses for only a second before smiling weakly- awkwardly, in my opinion- and saying, "Congratulations."

Her smile grows wider and I glance over at Fat to see if he's seeing what I think I'm seeing.

Apparently, his thoughts are exactly the same as mine because I have to bite my lip to keep from snorting at the devilish grin on his face when his eyes meet mine.

"Fujisaki-san," a deep male voice reaches my ears, startling me, and I turn to see a distinguished-looking man in a pinstripe suit emerging from the building. The owner of the agency... "I'm told you're the one to thank for scouting this lovely lady."

He looks over at Whitney who beams at him, then back at me. As a former model himself, he's still quite attractive and the grey hairs at his temples only lend to the classy air about him.

"Yep," I confirm with a nod, "I'll be happy to coach her too."

He steps closer to me, laying a hand on my head like he's talking to a daughter. For all I know, he may see me as one. I've been at his agency for almost ten years now.

"I hope that doesn't mean you're recruiting her to replace you."

I have to actively keep my body from slumping. Why the fuck is everyone saying that? And moreso, why do they care this much? I suppose, as one of his most sought-after models, he would want to keep me but the unwarranted touching is also making me feel uncomfortable.

"I'm not retiring. Not yet. Don't worry, Ueda-san," I assure him, pulling his hand from my head and patting it a couple times before letting it go to be as respectful as possible while still removing it from my person.

"That's a relief to hear," he says, not seeming to have taken any offense to my moving of his hand, "And who are these heroic looking men?"

His attention goes to Fat Gum and Suneater now, taking in each of them in turn, though his eyes hold for a little bit longer on Fat, assessing.

Thank All Might I made sure I had a story for why they were around.

"This is Fat Gum and Suneater," I explain, motioning to each respectively, "I've been having some issues with handsy fans lately so my hero friends came along to watch out for me on their day off. They have to go back to work tomorrow, though."

"Nice to meet ya!" Fat says genially, holding out a hand to shake.

"Heroes, hm?" Ueda-san asks, giving Fat another once-over as he takes his hand and shakes it, "It's good to have heroes for friends, I suppose." Letting go, he turns back to me. "Now, I heard you have a shoot today so go on and get ready for that. Take the new girl with you. Let her see what she can expect if she wants to go far."