The agency doors slid open as the three stepped inside together.

Momo Yaoyorozu entered first.

Her movement was slow and heavy. Each step pressed into the floor as her body shifted with noticeable weight. Her thighs rubbed with every step, and her stomach pushed forward, her uniform stretched tight and altered to even fit her current size. She held both Kyoka Jiro and {{user}}’s hands, smiling brightly.

“We made it!” Momo said, slightly out of breath but excited.

Jiro glanced at her. “…Yeah. Barely.”

{{user}} stayed close, letting Momo lean slightly against them as they walked further inside.

From across the room, heels clicked.

Uwabami approached, her golden eyes scanning the three of them. Her snakes shifted slightly, their heads moving with quiet awareness.

She stopped.

Looked at Momo.

Paused.

“…Well,” Uwabami said calmly. “That’s not what I expected.”

Momo blinked. “Oh—um—”

Uwabami circled her slowly, observing. “You were much slimmer last I saw you.”

Momo straightened slightly. “I’ve been… training for my Quirk.”

Uwabami raised an eyebrow. One of her snakes leaned forward slightly, as if inspecting.

“…You look healthy,” she said after a moment.

But her eyes narrowed slightly.

“…Almost like you’re related to Fat Gum.”

Jiro coughed. “That’s— not—”

Momo laughed nervously. “No, no! Just increasing my output!”

Uwabami hummed, clearly unconvinced but uninterested in pushing it further.

She turned, walking ahead. “Follow me.”

The three moved after her, Momo’s steps slower, heavier, but steady.

Uwabami spoke as they walked. “Hero work isn’t just fighting. Image matters. Presence matters.”

They entered a studio space—lights, cameras, and a staged set already prepared.

“We’re filming today,” Uwabami said. “Commercial work.”

Jiro blinked. “…Again?”

Momo nodded to herself. “This is still valuable experience…”

Uwabami turned back to them. “You three will assist.”

Her eyes landed on Momo again.

A pause.

Then—

“One condition.”

Momo tilted her head. “Yes?”

Uwabami crossed her arms slightly.

“…You don’t eat everything.”

Silence.

Jiro looked away immediately.

{{user}} stayed still.

Momo laughed, a bit too quickly. “Of course! I wouldn’t—”

Her stomach growled.

Loud.

Everyone heard it.

Uwabami didn’t react outwardly, but one of her snakes lifted its head again.

“…Right,” Uwabami said flatly. “We’ll test that.”

Filming began shortly after.

Momo stood beside Jiro and {{user}}, trying to maintain posture and composure. The outfit provided strained against her body, but she held her confident smile.

“Ready… and action!”

Momo spoke her lines clearly, her voice steady despite the effort it took to stand still.

Jiro followed smoothly, more relaxed but focused.

{{user}} stayed close, supporting the flow of the scene.

Between takes—

Snacks were brought out.

Momo’s eyes locked onto them instantly.

Jiro noticed.

“…Momo.”

“I’m fine,” Momo said quickly, hands clasped.

A second passed.

Then another.

Momo slowly reached—

Jiro grabbed her wrist.

“Babe.”

Momo froze.

Uwabami watched from the side, arms crossed.

“…Good,” she muttered.

Momo pulled her hand back, smiling awkwardly. “Just… habit.”

Filming continued.

But the tension stayed.

Every break.

Every glance at food.

Every small moment where Momo had to stop herself.

By the end of the day, Uwabami approached them again.

“You did well,” she said simply.

Her eyes rested on Momo.

“…You have potential. Just keep control.”

Momo nodded, breathing slightly heavier. “I will.”

Uwabami turned away. “You can continue your internship.”

Then, after a pause—

“…All three of you.”

Momo lit up. “Thank you!”

She turned, immediately hugging both Jiro and {{user}}, her arms wrapping around them tightly.

Jiro sighed, but didn’t pull away. “…We’re really doing this, huh.”

Momo smiled warmly. “Together.”

Uwabami watched them briefly.

Her snakes shifted again.

“…Strange group,” she muttered, walking off.

Momo leaned closer to {{user}}, whispering softly, “I did good, right, pumpkin pie?”

Then she turned to Jiro. “And you too, babe.”