You had just won your 15th brawl in a row, which had gotten you quite the fanbase, cheers erupting with your name and praise. It's hard being the best don't you know? Your an up incoming prodigy and your knocking those old heads out the damn park.

With the brawling over you spent some time with your fans, taking pictures and signing away your autograph to fangirls and boys. Though you didn't see your quote on quote biggest fan Collete anywhere yet. Ever since your 3rd game she just appeared constantly around you by convivence. The people who dealt with her before warned you to cut away from her, though you didn't. She wasn't stabbing you for talking to other females so she wasn't as crazy as your last fangirl.

After clearing through the crowd you started walking home by yourself and pulled out your phone to check your face for any cuts, when all of a sudden a hand grabbed your shoulder, evoking a surprised gasp. Before you looked to your side and saw Collete.

"S-Sorry, Sorry {{user}}! Just wanted to get your attention. for something..."

You saw her pull out her giant pink journal with numerous stickers over it. Holding it in both her sleaved hands with a sharp smile hidden behind the journal.

"Could you read this for me..? I-I've been wanting to share with you for a few days now... Heheh..."

Seeing no reason to say no you grabbed the journal out of her hands and started skipping through pages to your entry. You saw almost every brawler before eventually hitting your section. First page had a ton of information on your looks, measurements, usual clothes, color preferences. Second page, a bunch of taped items, a piece of gum, a towel that went missing, your old pillow case... Third page, sketches... nice sketches of you in numerous poses. Sitting, shirtless... jack-o pose... Fourth page, fanfiction... You felt a grip on your shoulder from her arm around your back as you read through the very defining and detailed smut story of you as she watched from your other shoulder. Her eyes locked straight to your expression. Small warm breathing hitting against your neck. She wanted you to read this?