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Michael may not actually have a scar (Cherrysodda mentioned this). Since this was a planned sting operation to lure Brad and Trevor out in the open, Michael would have been protected in some form or another, such as being the only one with a bulletproof vest! The other boys clearly don't have one, but it is an added possibility.

A second possibility: In the beginning sequence, we clearly see Michael gesturing to Dave to shoot after Brad goes down, and it seems Dave misses? I don't know if that is just the early 2010s gaming software or if that is intentional, but it seems that this may have been a part of the plan. (This would also mean that the 'blood' we see coming from Michael is somewhat fake as we see a spurt but it looks like there's nothing on his shirt?? It's hard to really tell, but we can make a bet that David shot, purposely missed, and Michael acted his way out of this to avoid actually being injured.

Heisentwerk, in the comments, has said that Trevor also has a lightning bolt on the side of his left wrist.

It seems that Franklin may also have ambitions to someday return to school. As hkbingo2000 said, while smoking Franklin makes some comments discussing becoming a doctor. Whether or not he's actually being serious while under the influence, is still an interesting thought! We later get a confirmation, however, that in GTA: Online, he is in charge of a large celebrity agency that deals with high-profile demands. Maybe he really wanted to be a doctor?

Adayinmymeadow also said that Ron posts on Lifeinvader that he sees Trevor's mom at some point (making my earlier tidbits flawed). We can take several paths with this one. 1. It is a shared hallucination. 2. It is not a hallucination for Ron, but given that Ron feeds into whatever Trevor says, he may just be agreeing with Trevor and playing into the idea that Mrs. Phillips is in town to please Trevor or 3. Mrs. Phillips was actually in town after being released from prison and leaving when she found it most convenient. Adatinmymeadow also brought up the possibility of Ron killing Mrs. Phillips as well, which can be an interesting take.

Trevor is a cannibal. Or at least, has tasted human meat occasionally. It doesn't seem to be a common enough thing, not like he's eating like Hannibal Lector every night, but I'm willing to guess that the best way to hide a body is to get rid of it the best way he knew how....do what you want with that information.

After the events, Trevor is canonically a lifestyle coach living in Los Santos (this is seen in GTA online). He is actually quite successful in this day job. There is some speculation, however, if he is still in 'the game'.

Trevor has cartel connections and regularly delivers weapons to them, at least during the events of GTA: 5.

Trevor seems to have been a part of a foster care system, possibly due to his unfit parents, but he states, in his own words, that he has been in as many as fourteen different homes.

Trevor was so well-versed in golf that he could have turned pro.

All three boys were involved in some sort of petty crime in their youth.

It seems that Michael is the only one who never considered changing his life around until he was much older (his wife and kids being a large initiative in this decision) while the other characters choose crime because of the circumstances they find themselves in. Meaning, that Michael truly loves crime and only got out of it for the safety of his family, while the other two were more or less pulled in because it was their last option. Franklin was clearly stuck in a system that was constantly being pushed against him. Whether it be growing up in a poor community in Los Santos, his friends joining gangs, or realizing that his opportunities would be few and far between, Franklin chooses the life of crime because he feels like he's out of options (and it just so happens he meets a rather interesting mentor like character to help him in this journey). Trevor tried to enter the military to make a better life for himself but was rejected due to his failure on his psychological test before he could get 'his wings.' While working his way on petty crime, he comes across Michael and sets off their firey partnership. With nowhere else to really turn to, and the infamous flare gun story, Trevor takes up the mantle of being a criminal, and a rather good one at that.

Trevor doesn't become addicted to meth until he moves to Sandy Shores. It's easy to say that maybe Trevor wasn't even an addict prior to the North Yankton incident, and simply turned to drugs to deal with the loss of Michael.

It is implied, through GTA online, that Ron no longer works for Trevor.

GTA Online also confirms that Trevor did have an affair with Patricia Madrazo.

GTA Online implies that Franklin has more or less cut ties with Trevor. There is a scene in which someone 'dressed like a hobo' tries to shit on Franklin's desk when he comes in wishing to see Franklin. It's a good guess to say that this is Trevor, and it has been some time since either of them have interacted. This same mission also says that Franklin may still contact Michael, however. We can take the idea that Franklin just doesn't want Trevor around his children, as he is seen not allowing even Lamar to come into his home when his children are there.

Michael had an abusive father growing up, he later abandoned him. His mother would come up with a million, and frankly, strange excuses on why he left. Such as "being hit by a train."

When Michael first met Amanda, as I previously mentioned, he had bought her a pair of fake boobs to enhance her career as a stripper. This also helped her as a prostitute as well, and Michael was pretty much in charge of her. So, in a way, he was a pimp who founded his own prostitution ring with his soon-to-be-wife.

Post GTA: 5, it is implied that Michael still works as a producer with Richard.

I mentioned above that Franklin left highschool, but didn't give the reason as to why: he was expelled for assaulting a teacher.

Franklin was in the same class with Lamar, Tanisha, and Tonya.

Franklin joined the 'gangbanging' lifestyle and started selling drugs. His petty crimes later caught up with him when he was arrested and sent to prison when he was only 20. This caused him to want to turn his life around, and when he was released, turned to a more stable form of life. However, the job he would get would be a 'repo' man who involuntarily commits insurance fraud for his boss.

Although we see the rocky relationship Franklin has with Tanisha throughout GTA: 5, and her announcement of an engagement to another man at the end of the story, at some point, she calls off that wedding and gets back with Franklin. They later get married and have kids of their own. They are still together.

Things we might have forgotten in GTA5

In many fanfics scoping the internet, I had to compile a list of things some players tend to forget. Many of them are small, but others are pretty good for character enhancements, I hope you enjoy it! 

(Also most of them are about Trevor lmao, but I tried to stretch it for all of them)

Franklin went to prison prior to the events of the game causing him to want to reevaluate his life and eventually getting a real job with Lamar. 

Michael was a football quarterback in his youth.

Trevor played hockey and golf growing up. 

Trevor had a brother (named Ryan) who disappeared under mysterious circumstances, some believing Trevor had been the root behind it, but nothing was proven. 

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Well, it’s another odd one.  Somewhere between preppy and stodgy, old-fashioned man I guess?  This is actually brand spanking new!  If it hadn’t been for Covid, this would have been the fastest story I’d ever written!

*****

“Josh?  Is that you?”  Henley saw his old college pal, the wannabe hipster with a scruffy beard and flannel button downs ordering coffee at a Starbucks.  Except, scruffy Josh was smooth shaved with a gentle part in his hair and dressed in a tight fitting lime green polo, creased khakis, and polished loafers.  And the Josh he knew would never order from Starbucks or any corporate chain for that matter.  But the tiny polo logo on his chest suggested that had definitely changed.

“Henley!  Hey man,” his voice was still the same chipper and little high pitched.  Henley met his friend in a hug, noticing that his formerly thin arms had a plethora of veins bulging up over visible muscles.  For someone who claimed to hate pretension, he sure had gone full tilt.

“Surprised to see you here,” Henley half-joked while teasingly pressing on the polo player on Josh’s shirt.

“Ha!  Yeah man, turns out they have some good stuff!  Plus, it’s close to work.”

“Where are you working now?”

“Hemplebaum Inc.” The big smile he offered was met by a wide eyed stare from Henley.  Josh was a film and lighting guy.  Last they’d talked, he’d been working on some plays downtown.  Certainly not at “evil corporation incorporated”.

“What happened to the plays?”

“Ya know, I wanted a change.” Josh shoved his hands into his pockets.  “Plus, the money sucks.  I didn’t want to share a studio my whole life.” “Aren’t they, like, totally evil?” Josh frowned, his face taking on an overly broad and exaggerated look.  Had his head grown?

“Hey man, they’re cool.  I got headhunted by a department chief.  I’m not one of those office drones filling foreclosures and manipulating bank accounts.”  In response to Henley’s increasingly horrified look, Josh shrugged and laughed.   “I don’t think they do that stuff anymore either.”  

He glanced at his watch, a shiny rolex, and then back at Henley.  “Hey man, great seeing you.  Maybe we’ll hang out sometime?  I gotta get back to the office!”  Henley watched Josh walk out, noticing how well he filled out those khakis.  His buttocks had developed a shelf like quality, curving the pants out awkwardly as he walked away.  

“That was so strange,” Henley said aloud.  But people change.  Josh seemed happy and healthy.  Maybe he always wanted to be a frat boy after all?  Henley got his coffee, black, and took the train downtown.  As he sipped on the scalding coffee, Henley did think about some of what Josh said.  Downtown was prohibitively expensive.  Henley paid in time what he couldn't afford in rent having to ride in everyday.  Sure, he loved life down here but he really couldn’t enjoy it as much as he’d like.  But then, Henley could never handle being some corporate drone.

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“Josh?  Is that you?” The big man standing in front of the drink counter, picking up a gigantic fuzzy looking drink, didn’t physically resemble Josh at all.  He was big, the Navy blazer he wore couldn’t hide the broad shoulders and his green and blue rep tie had a hard time lying flat over his bulging pecs.  And his hair, last time well groomed but still with a youthful length, was sheared down into a practically flat bit of black hair, shiny and parted.  The face was still the same, even though the hair made his face look extremely square.

The man looked back at Henley confused for a moment before a tinge of understanding glittered in his eyes.

“Henley Tator,” his voice was slower and deeper.  While Henley went in for a hug, Josh replied with a one armed side hug and pat on the back.  He practically grimaced when Henley went full hug.

“Josh!  Man, it’s been awhile.�� “Yes Henley, I’ve been very busy at work.  And please, call me Joshua, it’s more professional.”

“Wow, still at Hemplebaum?”

“Yes, moving up the ladder.  What about you, Henley?”

“Oh ya know, I’m still at the art funding startup.  It’s hard but I enjoy it.”

“Pay well?” “Ha, you know it doesn’t.” “I can tell,” Joshua eyed Henley’s tattered jeans and waffle shirt with distaste.  Henley was taken aback by the outright disdain.

“Well, I’m passionate about it.” Joshua just nodded.  “You’re looking good. Gym time is really paying off.” “Yes,” Joshua’s stern demeanor dropped a touch, there a bit more levity in his voice suddenly.  “There’s a corporate gym and it’s free and they even give you an hour a day to use it - paid!”  He was practically giddy as he talked.  Henley relaxed a bit.  This was the Josh he knew, chirpy and friendly though not exceptionally outgoing.  And honestly, Josh had always been the kind of guy who dove head first into anything.  It really wasn’t shocking that he’d treat his job the same way he’d treated edibles, EDM, and frisbee golf.

“You still doing frisbee golf?  Since you’ve got the bod now,” Henley playfully slapped one of Joshua’s broad shoulders and was shocked at how firm the muscle was.

“I’ve been doing a lot of golf!  I play with several of my coworkers and even some of the junior partners.  I’m getting my handicap down too.”

“Oh, you’re playing real golf?”

“Yes, it’s very enjoyable.  And great for business bonding.  Chance for men to talk about work, wives, sports.  Say, you watch the game last weekend?”  That was wholly unlike Josh.  But again, he was probably throwing himself into the corporate world.

“Nah, man, I’m not into basketball.”

“It’s football season.” He replied so directly and sincerely Henley almost fell over.  “I know not everyone is into the NFL, but I assumed you would at least watch your alma mater.  And our Bulls are having a great season.  4-0 in conference play.”  Joshua kept talking about football as Henley stared deep into his eyes.  Was this really Josh?  The guy hadn’t even known what sport a touchdown was part of.

“Anyway, Henley, it’s been great catching up.  Maybe we can grab some beers and watch a game sometime.  I need to return to the office.”  Joshua checked his watch, flashing the shiny gold in front of Henley.  As the muscleman walked out, Henley couldn’t help but notice the incredibly large derriere.  The vents on his suit jacket hung awkwardly over the luscious rump and it jiggled every so slight as he walked.  A stunning contrast to the hard muscle covering the rest of his body.

“Yeah, great to see you Josh-ua,” he forced out the last syllable.  It made sense to do it.  This was not the Josh he knew.  This was apparently Joshua, his friend?  Henley grabbed his coffee, black, and tried to sip on it on the train.  It was a little too hot for him and he was stuck holding it between his hands awkwardly for the whole ride.

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“Josh?  Is that you?  I mean, Joshua?”  Henley had avoided the coffee shop since their last encounter.  He told himself it was all in his head, but everything about these encounters creeped him out.  Joshua seemed like a totally different person.  He wasn’t sure if it was steroids, the growth seemed extremely quick, or perhaps just the makeover itself made him look different.  But he was finally caffeine deprived enough to step in, and there was Joshua.  Or at least a Joshua facsimile standing next to another man.

This Joshua wore a tight fitting suit, seemingly straining at both the broad shoulders and around the crotch.  It was exceptionally subdued, a rather pale black color with a white button down shirt and blue and green rep tie.  His hair was the same, but his face had undergone a change.  His jaw, formerly a little pointed and sharp, spread wide and hung low, giving his face a square, lantern shape.  He stood ramrod straight, sipping from his milky looking drink.  The man next to Joshua was older, but otherwise nearly identical.  He was thicker around the middle, but any gut he might have was hidden by the extremely high rise of his pants, sitting above his belly button just under the rib cage.  His tie was black and grey with a subtle windowpane pattern.

The man stared at Henley for a moment before tapping Joshua on the shoulder.

“John Howard,” his voice was slow and deep.  “I believe this boy is trying to get your attention.”  The younger man turned to look at Henley and then a faint bit of recognition crossed his face.

“Henley Tator,” the voice was practically monotone, low and deep.  He took a few powerful steps forward and offered a large, rough hand.  Confused, Henley accepted it and the grip practically shattered his bones.

“Mr. Amplebottom,” Joshua turned to face the older man.  “This is a friend from college.  Henley Tator.  Henley, this is my boss.”  He gestured robotically between the two.  Amplebottom offered his hand and it was the same rough shake.

“Nice to meet you….,” Henley sort of trailed off, hoping to get a first name.

“And to you, Henley,” he put a very strange emphasis on the words, as though he had never said them before.  Henley turned back to his old friend.

“So, Joshua,...” he was cut off by a cough from Amplebottom.

“Please call me John Howard,” Joshua said curtly.  “Mr. Amplebottom thinks I would be better suited professionally as John Howard.”  The way he spoke, extremely even in both rhythm and pitch, was unnerving.  Henley could make out some of Josh’s features in the hulking face before him.  An upturned nose and naturally thin eyebrows over wide eyes resembled the Josh he knew.  But the rest of the face clearly belonged to this corporate meathead named John Howard.

“Okay, John-”

“John Howard.”

“John Howard.  So, how is work?”

“I am very happy at Hemplebaum.  I was recently put in charge of development acquisitions under Mr. Amplebottom.  He has been a great advisor in my career.”

“That’s great.  Glad to hear you’re doing good!”

“Yes, Mr. Amplebottom has assigned me to a downtown acquisition project.”

“Acquisition?”

“Correct, we have a potential development on 520 Porter and need to remove the building.”

“Huh, okay.  So what building are you removing?”

“Currently the future site of Hemple Housing Porter is occupied by the Cherub Theatre.” “Cherub Theatre?  You used to work there?  You wanna tear it down?”

“It is an eyesore.  And it occupies a lot with high economic potential.  It is better suited for development.”

“Josh-,”

“John Howard.”

“What the hell happened to you?”  The wide eyes suddenly narrowed sharply and almost seemed to sink back into his skull a little.

“I’m offended by your tone, Henley.  And honestly,” he adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves while disgustingly eyeing Henley’s dirty clothes up and down. “I grew up.  You could do with some growing.”

“You’ve grown into a soulless jerk.  We used to mock those fucking money obsessed frat boys back in college.” “I just bought a house out in Chester.  Right next door to Chadwick Statton.  You remember Chadwick?” “Oh my god, he was that Kappa Kappa Kappa asshole.”

“The KKK joke is stale.  Besides, it’s very difficult to purchase a home in that neighborhood.  I was fortunate to golf with him and he gave me an in with the Board.  Plus, I’m working on my country club application.  The application fee is $50,000.  Could you afford that?” “Jesus Christ! Fifty k just to fucking apply?  You’re insane.”

“And you, Henley, are a child.  But if you ever decide to grow up,” he reached into his suit jacket pocket and pulled out a thick black card and stuffed it into the breast pocket of his plaid shirt.

“John Howard,” Mr. Amplebottom suddenly interrupted the discussion.  John Howard stiffened up and faced his boss.  “I’m glad you had this chance to catch up with your fraternity brother, but we have wasted time.  I assume you’ll stay late to make it up?” “Of course, Mr. Amplebottom.” They turned to leave.  Henley got a good look at the pair.  Despite the broad shoulders and bulging pectorals, both had a distinctly pear shaped body, with wide hips and massive butts that shook just a touch as they walked.  Henley laughed to himself, realizing Amplebottom really lived up to his name.

Henley grabbed the card from his pocket and examined it.  It was a thick card stock and slightly textured.  The Hemplebaum logo was obnoxiously large in one corner.  Right in the middle was John Howard Johnson, Associate.  Henley was quite sure he was going mad.  That was absolutely not his last name in college!  Had he changed his entire fucking name to fit in with these people?  Golfing with Chad, obeying his boss like some braindead goon, destroying his old workplace to build, what? Multi-use condos?  Like there isn’t enough of that?  The Cherub is a relic, in a good way.  Had Josh been putting on the entire time he was in college?  Was this who he truly was?  No, no this name changing was a deeper sign.  Maybe a psychotic break?

It occurred to him that standing in a Starbucks staring at a business card as people queued up around him made him look insane.   And he had to get to work anyway.  This whole thing had become so ridiculous he’d just ignore it.  He ordered his coffee, adding a heavy dose of cream, and went downtown.

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“John Howard?  Is that you?”

“You’ve reached Hemblebaum Inc acquisitions division.  How may I direct your call?” Damn, his card didn’t even list a direct number.  Henley had tossed the card around his apartment for a while, even starting to dial once or twice.  But then he’d ask himself why exactly he was doing this.  John Howard, whoever he was, wasn’t Henley’s old friend.  He wouldn’t have even spoken to Henley back in the day.  But theoretically this man was Josh or had been Josh.  And Henley couldn’t shake him from his mind.

“May I speak with John Howard Johnson?” Henley’s voice cracked a touch as he spurt out the words.

“I’ll transfer you to his desk,” replied the chipper female voice.  The line filled with static and then began ringing.  After a few rings, he was bumped back to the secretary.

“Would you like me to give Mr. Johnson a message on your behalf?” “Oh, uh, no thank you.”

“If this is a private matter, I can forward you to his personal mailbox.”

“Sure.”

“One moment.”  There wasn’t any ring, just straight to the mailbox.  He could practically see the stodgy man who produced the recording.

“You have reached the desk of John Howard Johnson.  Leave a message and I will respond.”  Damn, he was so terse and humorless.  And what exactly was he going to say?  The words came out of his mouth before he could think about them.

“Hey, John Howard.  This is Henley Tator, from college.  I was thinking about what you said when you gave me your card.  So, call me back?” He left his number and hung up.  What on earth had he been thinking?  I mean, the growing up thing had crossed his mind.  His two bedroom apartment was rough to afford even with two roommates.  It would be nice to have his own place.  And his clothes could use an update from his student days.  Of course, he wondered exactly how long he’d be waiting for a call back, which gave him far too much time to ponder his plans.

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“This is Henley,” he wouldn’t normally answer the phone for an unknown number, but since he had no idea when John Howard would call, or from what number, Henley snagged the phone every time it rang.  Sure, he’d fielded a few calls from telemarketers, but he was going to get to the bottom of this.  Hardy Boy or something or other.

“Hello Henley, this is John Howard Johnson, I am returning your call from 2:15.” Damn, he was a total stiff.  He was probably sitting at his desk, feet flat on the floor, back ramrod straight staring straight ahead.

“Hey John Howard, how’s it going?”

“I am well, Henley, how may I assist you?” Straight to the point.

“Well, you know I was thinking about what you said at Starbucks.  About growing up and stuff.”

“Yes, you are quite childish.” “Can you help?”

“Of course, I think an interview with Mr. Amplebottom would be a delightful way to have a new start.  I shall arrange an 8:00 a.m. appointment tomorrow.  He’ll be expecting you.  Check in at the lobby by 7:45.  Oh, and please find more suitable attire.  This is a professional work environment.” “Great, well, that’s a lot more than I expected.”

“What did you expect?”

“Umm, no idea.”

“You asked for help, I am providing it.  Is something wrong?”

“No, no, no.  Thank you so much!  I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

“You’ll see Mr. Amplebottom.”

“Yes, yes, of course.  Thank you, John Howard.”

“You are welcome, Henley.” Click. Well, that was brisk.  But a development.  Now of course, he’d need to find clothes.  I mean, he had a suit, just the one, in navy blue, and it got pulled out once a year or so for weddings.  A dab of cologne would top it off.  He didn’t want to be suspicious.  Of course, as far as he could tell, the only person who thought something was amiss was him.

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“This is Henley,” he replied to the officer checking name at the front desk.  He was a private security guard, bulky and bull necked with biceps that practically shredded his sleeves.  The stern faced man checked a list carefully.

“First name?”

“Henley.”  The officer stared at him.

“Henley Henley?”

“No, Henley Tator.” He could sense the guard sighing internally.  Henley was such an odd name, it usually was more than enough information for people to locate him.  But, judging by John Howard, this was probably an extremely by-the-books business.

“39th floor.  Please give your name to the secretary and she’ll let you in.  Tator, Henley.  Less confusion.” The man curtly directed him towards the elevator and returned to his post by the door.

Everything about the lobby, the elevator and the entry way on floor 39 was the same: wood, dark, overbearing.   Harsh fluorescent lighting easily guided the path.  The whole place was like a time capsule, the height of early 60s style.  This might as well have been a set for the early seasons of Mad Men.

The sharp ping of the elevator signalled his arrival and after a quick check-in, he was led across a sea of cubicles towards a large office in the corner. Despite the early time, the office was already alive.  He caught glimpses of suited men at some desks and a trio of buff suits standing by a water cooler.

Amplebottom’s office continued the trend.  It was big with large windows along the wall.  He had a gigantic wooden desk with an equally large chair that seemed twice as wide as normal.  Which made sense given his butt.  He glanced up as Henley entered but did not stand.

“Henley Tator,” the way he said his name was so peculiar.  He spoke so slowly that emphasis ended up on the wrong syllables, making the words sound foreign to Henley himself.

“Mr. Amplebottom,” Henley walked over in front of the desk and offered his hand.  Amblebottom leaned forward and shook it.  He’d prepared himself for the vice grip and felt the muscles in his forearm swell as he clenched back.  Once that was over, Henley pulled back a chair and began to sit.

“Before you sit down,” his thick words poured molasses over Henley’s movements. He found himself standing upright and looking at Amplebottom.  The man was a practically a hypermasculine parody, low brow, big nose, wide jaw with a gigantic cleft chin.  A touch of receding hair over the temples added more dignity than age.  His clothing was similar to the other day, pale black suit and subtle tie.

“John Howard setup this interview.  I am unsure how you can contribute to Hemplebaum.”  Henley stood uncomfortably as Amplebottom stared at him.  He took a dry swallow and stared into the big man’s eyes.  They were a strange grey color, cold and severe and almost lifeless.  He also found it hard to look away, they were enrapturing.  “What do you expect from me?”  Henley was almost sure he saw the grey eyes flash.

“I guess, umm, I was just hoping for a job?”

“That sounds very convincing, son,” the droll response unnerved Henley more.

“I want to try something new.  More grown-up.” 

“Hemplebaum isn’t some urban start up with billiards and soy milk.  This is a very demanding corporation.  I expect my employees to be eager and dedicated.”

“Yes, Mr. Amplebottom,” Henley found himself nodding in response.  He spread his legs a little wider and clasped his hands behind his back.  It was more comfortable than just letting them hang and it prevented fidgeting.

“This job can also be very rewarding.  Acquisitions works on a baseline salary plus commission incentives and bonuses.”

“How much could I make?” Henley honesty hadn’t thought about the actual financial potential of the job.  Sure, he’d casually looked up the cost of homes in Chester, but he hadn’t really considered the salary.

“As a Junior Associate, you’d start with a baseline of 100 plus three percent commission with incentives quarterly based on goals and projects.  Do well, and you can quickly move up.”

“Shit, seriously?”

“I am always serious Henley.”

“No, sorry, Sir,” he tacked on the honorific quickly.  The financial prospects were huge!  “That’s more than twice what I make now.”

“Yes, the corporate world has perks.”

“I’d like a job as a Junior Associate, Mr. Amplebottom.”  That caused the bigger man to smile.

“Are you willing to dedicate yourself to your job, Henley?  We do not tolerate slackers.”

“Yessir!”

“Well, I think, based on John Howard’s recommendation, that I can give you a test run.”

“Thank you, Mr. Amplebottom.”

“However, there will be a few adjustments required.  Your suit is fine, the sneakers are not.  And ties are mandatory with a collared shirt.  Human resources will give you a rundown of our policies.  I’m assuming you probably won’t have work appropriate clothing.  The company can offer you a corporate card to get yourself setup.  You’ll receive automatic payroll deductions to pay it back.”

“Thank you, Mr. Amplebottom.”

“I appreciate this new eagerness from you.  I assure you, if you work hard, you’ll find Hemplebaum the most rewarding place.”

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“This is Henley Tator,” he said confidently to the guard.  The officer, a gruff man with visible tattoos on his hulking forearms, gave him a once over and checked his name off a list.  He said nothing as Henley headed inside towards the elevator. The glass walls of the elevator gave him a great chance to reflect on the past twenty-four hours.

The employee handbook was massive.  Something like 200 pages of rules, regulations, and suggestions mixed in with corporate speak and industry jargon.  While HR had gone over some basics of the position, personnel forms, and whatnot, the only section he’d read closely was on wardrobe since Amblebottom specifically mentioned it.  It wasn’t terribly confusing since it included not just general recommendations but pictures, stores, and tiers of items towards “building a man’s wardrobe.”

Henley followed the basic directions and found the elegant, tiny menswear shop the manual recommended. Upon hearing that he had recently gained employment at Hemplebaum, the elder employee immediately went to work, selecting an array of khakis and polos to start.  Henley had resisted the creased pleats but to his dismay the shopkeeper insisted.  He had successfully rebuffed the notion that he needed new underwear.  He was an adult, he could make private decisions on his own.  The man also said he’d begin working on a basic suit.  Henley referred to it as “black” and was politely informed that the color was “charcoal” and black suits were only for funerals.

Which is how he found himself, smooth faced from new toiletries, in a salmon polo and crisp khakis, waiting on the elevator.  He had a minor flashback to when he first ran into John Howard.  Joshua.  Josh.  Whoever he was now.  Their outfits were similar, but Henley took a moment as he brushed a lock of hair from his eyes to remind himself that he was just playing pretend.  He was figuring something out.  Capitalist finery was required.  Although his mind had already started calculating exactly when he could get his own apartment.

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“This is Henley Tator,” he answered as the office desk rang.  He’d quickly been put into a cubicle and signed into a company website to begin training.  Usual stuff, safety procedures, privacy policies and intellectual property, then lots and lots of company information, acquisition and retail training, even negotiating for beginners.  He had been expecting to find a diversity or harassment training, but the program, like seemingly everything else here, was highly structured and old-fashioned.  It was probably deeper in the training.  He’d swiped his new ID card when he got up for the bathroom or to get some water, the program seemed on a timer because if he dallied or got distracted the pages would time out and he’d have to start again.  On the plus side, it made the day pass extremely quickly.

“Henley Tator,” he recognized that stoic bass.  “This is John Howard Johnson.”

“Hey, John Howard, how’s it going?”

“I am well, Henley.  I will be going to the cafeteria for lunch in 15 minutes.  If you are hungry, you are welcome to come along.”

“Sure thing, John Howard!  Thanks! I am getting hun-.”

“Please meet by the elevator in ten minutes.” John Howard was not a chatter.  Never had been.  But it gave him something to look forward to so he rushed to finish a basic finances video quiz narrated by a corporate casting finance bro in a tasteful suit talking about “life at the club” and “the importance of appearances.”  Finally, he badged out of his computer for lunch.

By the elevators, in an impossibly rigid stance, legs apart, hands straight at his side, face forward, was John Howard.  The square faced muscle man was packed into a charcoal suit and shiny dress shoes.  Henley noticed the colorful tie had been replaced with a more muted one with barely noticeable muted black stripes.

“Henley Tator,” he offered his rough hand and Henley accepted.

“John Howard Johnson,” he said, half mocking but also happy to see a semi-familiar face.

“The cafeteria is on Floor 15,” John Howard said briskly as they stepped in.

“So, having a good day?”

“My day is doing well, thank you.  How is your day?”

“Good, lots of new information.  Guess I need a lot of training.”

“The gym is on the fifth floor.  It is a good source of weight training.”

“Oh awesome!  Yeah, man you look great.  I definitely should hit that up.”

“I am happy to show you.  I workout an hour before work each day and one hour afterwards.”

“Holy crap dude!  And you live out in Chester?  How do you find time to sleep.”

“A good night’s sleep is important for muscle growth.  I try not to waste time on silly things.”

Henley had built a small salad for himself and grabbed some water.  John Howard had taken the platter, a slab of meat in gravy, potatoes, and greens.  Combined with what appeared to be a frothy glass of milk.  He sat the two down at a table with two other men.  One was a stoic, stern faced man who looked like he could be John Howard’s brother.  The other was a much flashier man with smooth blonde hair and a plaid bowtie.

“Henley, this is Bert Anderson, accounting,” he gestured to his clone.  “And this is-” he was cut off by the flashier man.

“Rotterham Casper Cornelius Southard, call me Rip.  Accounts.  So, J.H. mentioned you were his old college bro?  Bet you got up to some mischief back in the day, eh?” he gave John Howard a playful punch, and he did not react.

“I prefer John Howard.”

“I know you do, J.H.”

“So, you’re both in accounting?” Henley asked.  Bert shook his head while Rip laughed.

“No, Bert here is a number cruncher.  I manage accounts.  Management, keeping clients happy.  Happy-hours, bars, strippers, the works.  I’m the fun one.” “I’m sure your wife does not approve.”

“She approves of that pool boy I hired for her.  She approves of our second home in Mayfield Valley.  She can approve of my dalliances.”  Henley mostly stayed silent as they talked about work, wives, and sports.

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“Take a seat, Henley,” Mr. Amplebottom gestured to one of the extra wide chairs before his desk.  Henley hardly took up half, but he wondered if they were wide enough for Amblebottom’s ample bottom.

“Is everything alright, Sir?” Henley hadn’t seen much of his boss the past week, but he’d found himself thinking more and more fondly of his boss.  The training videos included a lot of stuff on professional behavior, and while a lot of it seemed like a pathetically antiquated throwback to worse times, it wouldn’t hurt to adopt some of the culture.  At least while he was here.

“Just doing a check-in, seeing how it’s going.”  Amplebottom made constant eye contact.  Those grey eyes were engaging, sort of hard to look away from.

“It’s good, Mr. Amplebottom.”

“Enjoying the training?”

“It’s very informative.”

“Glad to hear it.  I take my employees personal development very personally.  I want you to think of me as a mentor.”

“Yes sir.”

“So, let me give you some advice.”

“Yes sir.”

“I appreciate the fraternity makeover.  Really, it’s a classic look.  But it doesn’t say corporate.  It doesn’t say rising star.  It doesn’t say money.  Does that make sense?”

“Umm, I guess so.” “Page 183 in the handbook.  Suggestions for the transition between fraternal life and entering the corporate world.”

“I wasn’t in a fraternity,” Henley laughed.

“I was under the impression that was how you know John Howard.  That you were one of his Kappa Alpha Sigma brothers?” “I, umm, no.  And I don’t think… John Howard was either?”

“You should work on speaking directly.  These umms and pauses don’t project confidence.”

“Yes sir.”

“Alright, you’re dismissed.”

“Thank you sir.”

One his way out, Henley took a moment to swing by John Howard’s desk.  Partially just to wish his fellow worker a good weekend, but also because that fraternity question bobbed around his head.

“John Howard?”  The stalwart man seated perfectly straight rotated his chair to face Henley.  Henley noticed that he sat on an extra wide chair and seemed to fill it well.  All those hours in the gym seemed to harden every muscle on his body except his butt.

“Henley Tator, do you need something?”

“Just wanted to say have a good weekend.” “Enjoy your weekend as well Henley.  If you’re feeling comfortable, I can show you the company gym Monday.  I workout at 7 am and 7 pm everyday.”

“Yeah, that would be great- wow you’re here a long time!”

“I take a lot of pride in my position at Hemplebaum.  I hope to become a division partner.  Legacy membership at Rolling Acres is five hundred grand.  And that’s my place.”  Henley pondered the man before him.  Honestly, there was a lot to like about John Howard.  He was honest, straightforward, and hardworking.  But there was something callous, cold, and privileged about him.  

“Hey, John Howard.  Were you in a fraternity?”

“Kappa Alpha Sigma, you know that Henley.” Did he know?  He looked like a K-Sig, the kind of former athlete who came to party hard and maybe pass a class or two.  

“Anyway, enjoy your weekend.  I need to finish up. Good night.” John Howard turned back towards his desk without another word, leaving Henley to shrug and walk to the tube and head home.

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Page 183 started with three pictures: a polo and khaki sporting college student, a man in trousers and blazer, and finally an old and noticeably thicker man in a conservative suit. Then it talked about the foundations of a man's future and his wardrobe.

“The navy blazer is a classic item that works for semi formal occasions and casual office places. Even as a man transitions to daily suits, the navy blazer will always have a place at a garden party or fraternity alumni event.”

“Ties and bowties are a delightful way to add color to an outfit.  It is important to view the event and location when making a selection.  Bow ties in particular are more flamboyant in a workplace and should be considered carefully.  Business attire defaults to long ties, and more conservative workplaces require more conservative choices.  Consider emulating the attire of your superiors.”

“Supports should be practical and supportive.  Belts are fine for casual outings; however, braces are more desirable for suiting, both for support and style as it allows a more traditional and flattering cut.  Similarly, undergarments should provide support and coverage.  A traditional undershirt with sleeves is ideal, as it provides sweat protection.  Briefs are the most appropriate underwear choice, as it provides support without being extraneous.  It is also compatible with tennis for those who participate in sport.”

This had to have been the third comment someone had about his choice of underwear.  It seemed a deeply intrusive thing for a company to comment on.  But a lot of other sections are good information.  It explained why men like Bert and John Howard wore ties and Rip, in a more colorful position, had the flashier bowtie.  He took some basic notes and decided he’d hit up that menswear shop.  They had a company account, he could probably just tack it on to his previous bill.

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“Henley Tator,” he said simply.  The guard, the same one as every other day, checked the list and let him in.  Uncharacteristically, the guard spoke to him.

“Early start?”

“I’m supposed to meet a friend at the gym.”

“Ah, good choice.  I’ve been lifting since my football days,” the guard said while flexing a bicep.  It strained the fabric of his shirt so much there was a tiny tear at the sleeve.

“Ah damn, gonna have to size up.  Sorry, please don’t report me.”  He suddenly seemed mildly afraid.

“Report you?”

“Some of the guys here are real sticklers about manners.  They don’t like cursing.” “No, man, we’re cool.  You look great!  Not sure I’d want to be that big honestly.”

“Hey, once you start, you never wanna stop.”

Henley wanted to stop.  John Howard was already changed and waiting on him, so Henley rushed to change and hit the floor.  The next hour was a diabolic hell.  John Howard started with squats.  Henley got a good look at his friend's monstrous calves and steel cut quads, surprisingly pale but doubted John Howard wore short pants much.  The most shocking feature was watching that jiggly ass clench and thrust with each repetition.  Hard muscle lurked underneath the jelly-like layer.  And it went on and on.  Big lifts, slow lifts, legs, legs, legs, he was deeply certain he would never be able to walk again.  John Howard had to help him strip down and lumber into a shower stall.

He took his time rinsing off, rubbing the corporate provided products into his aching muscles and letting the hot water relax him.  Leaning against a wall, still gasping for breath, he let himself drift off for a bit.

“You alright, Henley?” John Howard asked, cracking the curtain.

“Just, just finishing up,” he said, turning off the water and grabbing his towel.  In the locker room, he saw John Howard's muscled glory in more detail, the ravenous cuts of his back rippled as he walked.  He was thick from below his pecs down to his butt, no real waistline, and most of that part of his back was covered in cotton fabric.  His legs were bare below the butt, the garganuan thighs popping through the pristine white cotton of the briefs.

While Henley got ready, John Howard went to a mirror and began applying white shaving cream to his practically smooth face, treating every exposed piece of chin and neck to the cream and razor.  Slipping back on his underwear, Henley donned a white undershirt and pulled up some pleated khakis.  Out of his locker came a white button down shirt which he began hastily buttoning.  John Howard was finishing his face with aftershave and examining himself in the mirror.  As he approached the lockers, Henley got a frontal look at him.  He hadn’t realized how high waisted these briefs were from the back.  His bellybutton was completely hidden, practically cartoonish.

Henley went to the mirror and began combing and styling his hair, working in product and brushing a part in.  His hair was getting trained for it, the strands beginning to grow a part on the right side naturally.  It looked pretty good like this.  More corporate that he had preferred, but it was a classic style for a reason.

As he returned to his locker, John Howard was pulling some trousers up his legs, hoisting them up with a pair of silk braces.  Everything about John Howard was just so big nowadays, his proportions practically Marvel comic level, that he hadn’t realized how high waisted his pants had become.  No one wore them like that nowadays.  At least no one who wasn’t LARPing or Mr. Amplebottom.  John Howard reminded Henley of Mr. Amplebottom, a lot.  The book said to copy your bosses outfits.  John Howard had taken that to heart.

Henley fashioned the gold and green tie around his neck before slipping into a navy blazer with prominent buttons.  John Howard walked towards the mirror again as he rolled up the cuffs of his shirt and adorned them with cufflinks.

“Nice man,” Henley admired.

“Thank you,” John Howard was almost bashful as he showed them to Henley.  He noted the onix black button had the letters J.H.J cut into them.

“Are they monogrammed?”

“Yes!  It’s very popular at the club.  And they were suggested by the haberdashery.” “Haberdashery?  Wow, that sounds so English.”

“These are made in America.  All the clothes recommended by Hemplebaum are.”  John Howard seemed agitated by the suggestion. “I just meant the word.”

“I don’t want people to think I’m un American.”  The stern response caused Henley to stay silent as the pair continued dressing.

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Henley was honestly looking forward to his weekly review meeting with Mr. Amplebottom.  He was starting to get in the swing of this whole corporate thing.  And the tantalizing prospect of his first paycheck was right around the corner.  That wasn’t the only corporate benefit he was enjoying.  His clothes were tight.  Quite tight.  At first he’d thought something was snagged, but the small strain on the buttons of his shirt was unmistakable.  As he pulled up his pants this morning, he’d heard a slight tear as a few seams in the rear snapped.  He’d have to get some things let out.  Or maybe new ones altogether.

The growth had bothered him a bit at first, it seemed to come out of nowhere.  But John Howard explained it was just the result of an effective workout and diet plan.  On John Howard’s suggestion, he’d dropped the salads and switched to the daily platter, a fuller meal for growth.  And the workouts meant he was exhausted everyday after work and went right to bed.  Which kind of went against his reason for working here in the first place.  Wait, why was he working here again?  To make money.  He wanted to enjoy more of life downtown.  Wasn’t it something about John Howard?

“Take a seat Henley.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Henley gratefully replied.  He plopped himself into the cushioned chair and did his best to keep his back tall and straight.  The men around here had impeccable posture, at least the ones in acquisitions.  Rip certainly knew how to relax.  Which gave him an idea for after the meeting.

“How has work been proceeding?”

“Very good, sir.  The trainings have been very helpful and I am eager to begin assisting with projects.”

“Good.  I am pleased with the energy you’ve devoted to your job.”

“Thank you Sir.”

“I’ve decided to assign you to the Hemple Housing Porter project under John Howard Johnson.” “I look forward to it.” “Very good.  We’ve acquired the property, but there is still concern about ‘historical value.’  You will be tasked with pricing and selling anything valuable inside.” “Yes sir… is that the Cherub theatre?”  Henley got a touch concerned.

“We refer to projects by our goals.  But the Theatre currently sits there.  Is that going to be a problem, Henley?” His grey eyes seemed to flash.

“No, Mr. Amplebottom.”

“Good.  You never struck me as the theatre type anyway, Henley.  I assumed you were into sport.”

“Not really Sir.”

“That surprises me.  Since you are friends with John Howard, you must have attended many football games with him.  And that sport is your preferred leisure activity.”  The words came out like a metronome, even paced and simple.  But they stuck in Henley’s mind.  What else would he and John Howard have done together?  He was clearly obsessed with sports and his fraternity.  And Henley was enjoying the gym, which was truly just another sport.

“Now,” Mr. Amplebottom continued.  “You will be working with some old men from assets and banking.  Really conservative types.  You should try speaking slower.  That will deepen your voice and give you more presence.”

“Yes, Mr. Amplebottom,” the words spilled out in nearly double the time. His tongue felt heavy as he spoke and every syllable seemed to require extra effort to spit out.

“Very good, Henley, with practice you will also be able to use a deeper, more masculine tone.  That will be very helpful in business.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Now, just one last thing, Henley,” there was a venomous glint in his eyes as he stumbled over Henley’s name.  “Henley is a very peculiar name.  Unique.  It sets you apart when you should fit in, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know, Sir.” “In business, you know how important it is to give the right impression.  The men in these industries tend to be very old-fashioned.  And so much of this business is based on rubbing elbows and social connections.  You have to give yourself every possible advantage.”

“Yes, yes Sir.”

“I know you want my advice.  I am a good mentor.”

“Yes Sir.  You are a good mentor.”

“Professionally, I think you should introduce yourself as Henderson.”  Henley’s brain practically exploded.

“Yes Sir,” he muttered weakly.

“Try it on me.”

“Hello, my name is Henderson.” More brain explosions.  It felt partially like getting hit in the head and partially like taking really good meds. “Slower.”

“Hello, my name is Henderson.” A glitter bomb went off in his brain.  It felt like magic.

“Very good, Henderson.”  Hearing someone else say it, as though it always had been, made the magical glitter settle on his brain, covering it in an ashy fog.  “Well, I figure you might want this before you go for the weekend.”  He opened a drawer and pulled out a large printed piece of paper.  He handed it over to Henderson who grabbed it eagerly.  Upon seeing the amount of money on his check, Henderson’s pupils practically morphed into dollar signs.

“Associates get more than double that.”  More dollar signs flashed before his eyes.  “And it’s a fairly simple promotion.  Good work is always rewarded.”

“Yes Sir!  Thank you sir!”  The first set of words rushed out of his mouth.  He calmed himself and regained his slow speaking tempo.  He glanced down at the check and realized it said Henderson Tator.

“I don’t think I can deposit this.” “You’ll use the company banking system from now on.  You’ll find it has much better rewards for higher income brackets.  We have built in direct deposit.  But I wanted to see the look on your face the first time.” 

John Howard was hard on work when Henderson knocked.

“Henley Tator,” monotoned his deep voice.  Henderson had a flashback to Starbucks and a similar conversation, but now the shoe was on the other foot.

“Please call me Henderson, John Howard,” his thick, slow voice drawled out.  “It is more professional.

“I agree, Henderson,” Henderson could have sworn a tiny smile crept onto the corners of John Howard’s mouth.  But the stoic man’s face returned to it’s sculpted indifference immediately.  “What can I do for you?”

“I was considering asking Rip for some... herbals, for the weekend and wondered if you cared to partake.  Maybe watch a game?”  Henderson had a distinct memory of two dudes chilling out to some cheap weed and beer while watching Reefer Madness and laughing their asses off.  John Howard's face was not amused.

“No, Henderson.  You know I do not partake in such things.” “What?  You went through a whole rasta-ganja phase in college…”

“I did not,” John Howard was visibly angry even if his voice maintained its impressive monotone.  “I do not approve of illicit substances or behavior and I do not appreciate your slander.” “Woah, calm down, big guy,” not that John Howard wasn’t calm.  But Henderson knew that one punch from the dude would knock him silly.  “I was just thinking back to our college days….”

“Yes, I remember Chadwick forcing us to try the stuff during Hell Week.  As I recall, you disliked it even more than I did.”

“What?  What does Chad have to do with this?” “The only time I ever tried marjiuana,” his voice gained a hushed tone as he said the word.  “Was for a fraternity induction.  And if you continued to use it, I was unaware.  If you would like to watch the game and enjoy some beer or liquid that would be fine. But I will not associate with drug users.”  Henderson was taken aback.  This man, well maybe not this man, but this dude he might have been at one point spent nearly a semester acting like some sort of stoner God.

“I’m sorry, John Howard.”

“If you are still interested in watching the game and having a beer, I would not be opposed.”

“Yeah, totally!” Henderson swallowed awkwardly after he spoke.  Those words felt wrong.  But either way, he’d spend a little more time with Josh Howard and figure out what was going on.

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“Tator, Henderson,” he said at the gate.  The officer was the same as before, but there were a few subtle differences.  His tight uniform now had full length sleeves and he wore a cap on his even more masculine face.  “Good morning, Mr. Tator,” the man’s deep voice spoke slowly and severely.  His face had not a glimpse of recognition.  That was fine by Henderson because he was actually quite tired.  He’d ended up in Chester Saturday, bringing a small batch of beer to a football party.  It was very strange to him, meeting several of John Howard’s neighbors, though Chadwick was mercifully absent.  He had a great time, watching, drinking, and shooting the breeze.  The evening went on far later than he anticipated and despite the offer of a guest room, he had taken a late night Uber back into town.  Newfound interest in football meant he had spent Sunday watching football, drinking beer, and ordering pizza.  And now he was meeting John Howard for a workout with a beer hangover on a Monday.

The workout was much better this week.  He found himself making great strides in his max lifts which made him exceptionally proud.  John Howard gave his butt a big swat after they finished cleaning up and he felt his rump shudder within his pants.  His pants had gotten so much tighter and when he looked in the mirror, the back of his sportcoat practically lay flat from the shelf on his behind.  As he admired his form in the mirror, Henderson couldn’t help but brush the smooth shaved line of his prominent jaw.  It really stood out nowadays.

“Miss a spot?” John Howard asked, assuming Henderson was rubbing stray hairs.

“Hey John Howard, why is working out making my jaw bigger?”  John Howard stared at him curiously and shook his head.

“I don’t think I understand.” “Since, I’ve been working out with you, my face just seems bigger.  My jaw and chin in particular.” “Maybe losing some baby fat?  Or maybe your improved posture is making your face look different?”  Henderson couldn’t explain it.  He examined the reflection a few seconds more, sure that something was amiss. But he didn’t have an idea better than John Howard’s so he let it pass and went into the office.

Henderson’s job required calls, lots of calls.  Calls to landowners, historical groups, insurance companies, auctioneers, all with their own opinions and interests.  Henderson wasn’t actually supposed to do any research, simply talk to the right people to get appropriate evaluations and transportation.  He found himself mimicking John Howard’s voice, deep, slow, and disinterested.  It wasn’t exciting work, but the progress was slow and consistent.  Museums wanted some old posters, there was a buyer in Argentina for the chandelier, and several vintage stores wanted furniture pieces.  A few calls were less productive, with upset protestors yelled at him.  He’d tried being sympathetic at first, but quickly found that being stern and direct got them off the line quicker so he could return to work.

His days soon blended together.  Morning workouts, work, lunch, work, home, sleep, repeat.  He sometimes worried that he was missing out on stuff, his old friends called or texted but he rarely responded anymore.  It always seemed to happen at an inconvenient time.  Eventually, he joined John Howard for his evening workout as well, the results were great, even if he’d had to go up a size or two.  Walking around with pecs straining a dress shirt felt incredible, like a huge dose of testosterone had been injected into him.  Strangely, his buttocks were growing considerably, in strength and size.  But it accumulated a soft layer of fat that spread across, making him even wider.  He’d asked John Howard about it once, and he simply told him a big butt was better than a big gut.  And Henderson had to agree.  None of the men here had big guts.  Mr. Amplebottom had a huge butt.  And Henderson wanted to be like Mr. Amplebottom as much as possible.  More and more, Henderson felt extremely grateful towards his superior.  Not only had he hired an unqualified applicant, but he had acted like a mentor and guide and coach.  He gave Henderson more and more advice, about standing, walking, talking, and each time he came back eager to learn more.

“Stand tall, Henderson. Head up, don’t slouch.  Keep your hands at your side.  And don’t fidget.”

“A deeper voice commands attention better.  Be direct.  Contain emotions, you are better suited to appear calm and in control at all times.  There is no need to appear energetic or excited.”

“Wide steps, heel to toe.  Legs apart.”

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“Tator, Henderson,” he said calmly as he buzzed in.  It was old hat by now.  The security guard was probably the same one as before.  Henderson paid less attention nowadays to things like that.  He had noticed that the security uniform had slowly been replaced with something more formal.  The man wore a coat and bowtie along with his cap, looking halfway between a mobster and the world's most muscular butler.

“Good morning, Mr. Tator,” he intoned back as he let him inside.  Henderson felt the weight of his body as he walked, his chest stuck out and helped keep his chin up.  The broad shoulders made him feel like he took up the entire doorway.  And his big wide stride made his butt and crotch kind of wiggle as he walked.  He could feel the fabric of his pants tighten around his balls and release, then tighten on the other side.  It was mildly arousing.

As he walked in, he greeted a few of his fellow coworkers as he walked to his desk.  Moments after sitting down, he received a call to head to Mr. Amplebottom’s office.

He stood at attention in front of the desk, legs apart, arms slack at his side, and staring directly into the grey eyes of his supervisor.  Amplebottom seemed to examine his employee for a moment before directing him to sit.  Henderson did, his increasingly wide and plump bottom expanding out, consuming nearly 3/4ths of the extra wide seat.  He bagged his pants as he sat, causing the crotch of his pants to ride up and give him a large moose knuckle.

“The last sales were processed by accounts payable.  You did a good job getting every last dollar out of that disgusting building.” “Thank you, Mr. Amplebottom,” came the monotonous reply.

“How do you feel about the Theatre?”

“The Hemple Housing Porter project will be very profitable.” “Yes, but how about the Cherub Theatre.  It’s an old building.” “The lot is better suited for new development.” “Do you like theatre, Henderson.” “No Sir, I was never interested in art.” “More of a sports fellow?” “Yes Sir, I love football.” “Bet you were a big ole lineman back in the day, huh?” “No, I never played.” “I’m pretty shocked,” Amplebottom smirked.  “So, no hard feelings about tearing down a 100 year old Theatre.” “No Sir.  The development will be very profitable for Hempelbaum.”

“Good man,” Amplebottom kept his eyes focused on Henderson, maintaining steady eye contact.  “Well, looks like you’ve earned your first commission check.”  He pushed a small piece of paper forward to Henderson, who picked it up.  His eyes bulged and dollar signs flashed before his eyes.

“Holy crap!” “Don’t swear Henderson, it’s unbecoming.” “My apologies Mr. Amplebottom.  I wasn’t expecting this.” “Three percent commission can be an awful lot when you do a good job.  And your percentage goes up with promotions.  And good work like this makes me think you’ll be getting on very soon.”

Henderson thanked Mr. Amplebottom profusely and headed straight to John Howard’s desk.

“John Howard Johnson,” he said in a deep, slow voice. 

“Henderson Tator, what can I do for you?”

“I got my first commission check,” he said, flashing it for John Howard to see.

“Congratulations.  It feels nice to receive appropriate compensation.  Men like us work hard, we deserve to make money.”

“It feels great.  I could get a down payment on a house.” “Or you could apply for a membership at Rolling Acres Country Club.”

“Oh, no offense, John Howard, but I don’t think I’m country club material.”

“I think you’d like it, Henderson.  It’s very nice, and a good way to make connections with other successful men.”  John Howard flicked his wrists and displayed a set of ostentatious cufflinks engraved with the country club logo, a laurel wreath surrounding a tree with “Rolling Acres” written over it. 

“That seems flashy for you.” “I was accepted as a legacy member.  They only let legacy members purchase them.”

“They’re very shiny.” “Yes, too much for the office normally.  But I was very excited.  Oswald Laurence Carrington IV called personally to inform me.  It’s very rare to get a call specifically from the Director of the Board.”

“I’m happy for you,” Henderson said simply.

“Come golfing this weekend.  I know you will enjoy it.  I can bring guests now!” John Howard’s voice was still precise but there was just the subtle hint of mirth that made Henderson smile slightly.

“Fine, what do I need to wear?  I’m sure they have a dress code.” “Meet at my home before.  I will have appropriate clothing.”

-----

Henderson had thought a lot about Chester since his last time out here.  The spacious green lawns, gigantic homes, and expensive cars cleaned daily should have disgusted him or at least made his eyes roll.  Nowadays, he couldn’t help but imagine what life must be like out here.  There weren’t music festivals or concerts, but there weren’t smelly people vomiting on the sidewalk or polluting cabs on every corner honking loudly.  John Howard’s elegant home had a room dedicated for watching football.  It wasn’t even the media room, he said there was a room with a movie projector on the second floor!  This was just his man cave, except it was a sunlit, high-ceilinged game room.  It was bigger than the apartment Henderson was currently living in alone.  He’d kicked out his roommates a month back.  They smoked too much weed, it made him dizzy, and he could easily afford the rent on his own nowadays.

John Howard answered the door dressed exactly as he went to work.  Henderson had expected something more casual- he’d worn khakis and a pink polo himself.  Instead, his bulkier counterpart was embarrassed by his attire and insisted he put on one of his old suits.  Henderson thought about protesting, but instead allowed himself to be turned into a Ken doll clone of his coworker, the only difference being the subtle patterns on the tie.  He asked John Howard if they were golfing like this, and he insisted they would be changing at the club.  Henderson wouldn’t imagine most people showed up dressed like this, but whatever made John Howard comfortable.

Henderson was glad he’d been made to change.  After they got past the gate and into the main clubhouse, every man he passed had a tie on.  Some of the younger lads were dressed in polo and khakis, but the acne and baby fat on their faces made him happy to not be confused with them.  They checked in and “Legacy John Howard Johnson” entered his guests name and they headed to the lockers to change.  John Howard handed him a pair of black trousers made of a stretchy and breathable material.

“You sure this one is mine?” “They’re identical.” “Oh, I’m not sure I’ll fit.” “I’m certain we’re the same size, Henderson.”  Which they were apparently.  Henderson was shocked as the pants expanded over his thighs, showing off the thick trunks he’d developed and the amble jiggly buttocks that pressed generously backwards.  They sat a little higher on his waist than he was comfortable with, but he didn’t want the pants to sag on the ground.  John Howard handed him a white sport polo with the clubs logo on the left breast.  Then he added a black golf cap.  Henderson had been afraid he might be wearing jodhpurs and knee socks, so the mainstream outfit was relieving.  They tidied up in the mirror, and seeing the two of them side by side, dressed exactly the same, Henderson had a bit of a shock realizing how much he looked like John Howard.  His body had filled out tremendously, broad shoulders and baseball like biceps, a thick but strong core, that overly wide ass that led into legs and calves formed by deadlifts and deep squats.  The biggest thing was his face.  He really could swear that his face had been almost heart shaped, but now there was a distinctly square shape to the thing.  His longish ivy league haircut gave him a more youthful appearance than his coworker, but otherwise he might have been a son or young brother.

As they walked out onto the course, golf bags strapped across their backs, Henderson could see a tall figure in the distance, seeming to greet them with a small wave.  John Howard returned the small gesture.

“Who’s that?” “Chadwick Stratton.  I invited him to play with us?” “You invited Chad?” “Chadwick, yes.  He’s been a friend since my fraternity days.  You know that Henderson.  I thought you would get on quite well.  Besides, he’s on good terms with many important people.  No one is a better connection.”  Chadwick was in stretchy salmon colored pants and a white polo exactly like the ones they were wearing.  He had a ballcap on with their college logo on the front.  Locks of blonde hair spilled under the brim.

“Hey bro,” Chadwick shook John Howard’s hand and pulled him in for a pat on the back.  For his part, John Howard tensed up but did not resist.  “Damn, you’re getting thicker all the time.”  He groped John Howard’s shoulders aggressively.

“Henderson, this is Chadwick Stratton.  Chadwick, this is Henderson Tator.  We work together in acquisitions at Hemplebaum.  He also attended college with us.”  Chadwick grabbed Henderson into a similar handshake to hug and Henderson felt a strange repulsion in his stomach.

“You look familiar.  Were you a brother?”

“No, I wasn’t,” Henderson replied.

“What fraternity were you in?” “I wasn’t.” “A big bro like you?  Damn, we missed you.  Would have loved to see you on our intramural teams.  Bruiser like you can definitely rough some people up huh?” He laughed playfully and punched Henderson solidly in the chest.  It didn’t hurt.  “Well, let’s play.” “Are we taking the cart?” Henderson asked, pointing to a line of white, polished golf carts.

“Nah,” Chadwick reached out and gave both John Howard and Henderson hard butt slaps.  “Figure you two fatasses need some cardio!”  He laughed barkingly and John Howard laughed along.  “Kidding, bro.  I know dudes like you are all about that max lift.  But I still got abs and the ladies love ‘em!”  He pulled up the bottom of his shirt showing off the solid, smooth abdominals carved into his tiny waist.

Chadwick was extremely friendly and a little physical.  Upon learning that Henderson had never golfed, Chadwick took it upon himself to teach him everything he could, resulting in him saddling up behind him to correct stance and form, but also jokingly pressing his crotch into Henderson’s butt and thrusting.  The boys all laughed at the inappropriate horseplay.

Henderson had a hard time hating Chadwick.  Taking away all the pomp of politics and social structure, Chadwick turned into an incredibly friendly alpha.  The kind of guy who would be quarterback, homecoming king, and fraternity president (all things he learned Chadwick had been).  And Henderson was just another one of his bros, dressed in expensive clothes, spending a morning on the course talking about work and finances and spouses.  He could remember specific events, Chadwick being horrible during the election season when he was campaigning for a fraternity brothers father, taunting an LGBT students group, and pissing on Tara Kissimmee’s car.  But his brain was giving each of these events a little different interpretation now: he was working hard to get Senator Mulligan elected, taunting the gay kids had been meant as a harmless prank, and he was drunk out of his mind with Tara and she never pressed charges so it wasn’t that big a deal.  Chadwick was just being a drunken frat- fraternity brother like everyone expected.

“Wife’s pregnant with the third.  I got started early!” He bragged while grabbing his crotch. “Chrissy Collop was always into you.” “Yup!  Her dad’s super rich, he’s president of the C-Group, that big currency trading operation.  Old, old money.  But how about you?” Chadwick got a mischievous glint in his eyes as he hand reached towards John Howard’s crotch and gave it a hard smack.  John Howard yelped as he grabbed his balls.

“Nut check!” Chadwick busted out laughing.  “But seriously, bro, getting those fellas ready?  Almost breeding season, boys,” he whispered to John Howard’s balls.  Henderson was kind of disturbed but John Howard was laughing and so he joined in too.

“What does that mean?”

“J.H. is getting married.  Missy Dorianger.”

“Congratulations!” Henderson said happily.

“Thank you. We’re finishing some final details.  Her Mother is very specific.  Sometimes she acts as though I’m unworthy.” “Missy can’t do better.” “She is a perfectly suitable spouse.  I am very pleased with the situation.” “Can’t wait til we can throw that bachelor party!”

“We’ll do something at the club.  I have no desire to watch you stagger around Vegas and hold your head while you vomit.” “It’s your party bro!  I’d be holding your hair for once,” Chadwick laughed.  John Howard rolled his eyes as he set up his shot and launched the ball.  He let out a whistle of appreciation.

“Good shot,” Chadwick and Henderson said simultaneously.  John Howard suppressed a grin.

“Henderson, I know it’s late notice but I hope you can at least attend the wedding.  The club has strict guest limits and I’m running out of passes for nonmembers for the bachelor party.” “Thank you John Howard.  I’m sure I can make it.” “And if you get your membership before, you can enjoy all the fun!” Chadwick winked at Henderson and snagged at his nipple that pressed out firmly from the polo. The boys laughed and continued playing.

The locker room at the clubhouse was a lively place stocked with bathing supplies and also booze.  Henderson intended on just showering up and getting dressed, but John Howard and Chadwick were both sitting in their briefs (Chadwicks a traditional cut, John Howard's extremely high waisted to fit over his enormous rump) and undershirts removing the cork from a glass bottle and pouring three full glasses of amber liquid.

“Bourbon,” Chadwick said shortly as he handed Henderson a glass before taking a deep swig of his own.  Henderson was very confused about what to do.  He was standing in a towel while his two golf buddies relaxed in their unmentionables sipping on a bourbon that probably cost more than those obnoxious club cufflinks John Howard has.  He didn’t want to upset his new friends, and the financial connections they represented, so he pulled on his grey Hanes Boxer briefs (his growing buttocks had necessitated so many new underwear purchases that he was desperately searching for cheaper brands) and white undershirt and sat down.  Taking a big swig of the liquid, he did his best to relax, leaning back in the chair and spreading his legs as his friends chatted.

“You’re getting pretty good at the trap shot,” Chadwick toasted John Howard.

“You’re still better,” John Howard was already refilling his drink happily.

“Always gonna be, dude,” Chadwick laughed again.  “But keep trying.  I enjoy competition.” He held out his cup which John Howard dutifully refilled.  “Man, I’m glad you’re here, J.H..  I miss having some bros.  This club is great, but too many of the brothers moved away.  But at least I got you two!” Chadwick winked at Henderson and encouraged him to finish up as another round needed to be poured.  Despite his increasingly sturdy frame, Henderson hadn’t been drinking much lately.  He hadn’t been much other than working, but the alcohol was working its way through his golf dehydrated body quickly.

The trio continued chatting until John Howard excused himself to the toilet, leaving Henderson alone with a man he once thought of as detestable.  But this afternoon was fun.  He got a small knot in his stomach as Chadwick turned to him with a viperous grin.

“Henley?  Henley Tator?” Chadwick suddenly said, dropping his voice low.  Henderson was confused for a moment.  He hadn’t thought of himself as Henley in a while.  It was almost shocking.  But then he cautiously nodded yes.

“Please, call me Henderson, Chadwick.” “Oh, I will, Henderson,” he emphasized the name.  “You look good.  I was pretty sure I recognized you, though you look a lot better now.  Hemplebaum’s done wonders for you.” “Thank you, Chadwick.  I am very happy working at Hemplebaum Incorporated.”  Chadwick nodded and smiled as the robotic words left Henderson’s mouth.

“I like having fraternity brothers around.  It’s a real lifetime bond, ya know?” He took another deep swig.  “Something that really defines a man.  Who he is. Who he’s going to be.” He seemed to stare at Henderson curiously.  For his part, Henderson had no idea what to say, and so stayed silent.  “If I’d known this is who you were going to be, I’d have made sure you were my brother.  Of course, I knew Henley.  Not Henderson.  Not big strapping Henderson.”

“Yes,” Henderson stirred his glass and sat there.  Chadwick was slurring slightly, but Henderson wondered if he'd be able to stand up.  This drink was strong and Chadwick was pouring him a third.

“Now, Henderson.  What do you think Henderson was like in college?”

“I’m Henderson.” “Yeah, but in college you weren’t.  I just wonder what you wish you had done?”

“I wish I’d gone to football games.  I love football.” “Fuck yes dude.  Big guy like you played in high school,” it wasn’t a question.

“I’d want to have a group of men to watch sports with.” “Yup, every game we had a part at the house.”  Henderson stared at him with glassy eyes.  He was confused.  It seemed like Chadwick wanted him to say something but he could only shrug.

“Would have been nice.” “I hope you apply for membership.  The club would be a good fit for you.”

“I really enjoyed myself.  It’s very expensive.  I was kind of looking into getting a new apartment.” “Where are you living nowadays?” “I have a two bedroom downtown.  It’s a heap, but I live alone.” “Thought about buying a house?” “I can’t afford a house in the city.” “What about in Chester?”

“What?! No, I haven’t, I mean, I don’t need a mansion,” Henderson sputtered as he spoke despite training himself to not.

“Not yet, but once you get a wife and some kids, plus Chester is right next to Rolling Acres.” “I’m not sure it’s right for me.” “It’s right for Henderson.  For football playing, fraternity brother, corporate shark Henderson,” Chadwick smiled and let out a tiny burp as he finished another drink.  Henderson blushed, though it was hard to tell through his liquor flushed face.

“It’s hard to buy a house in Chester.” “I can set you up.” “Really?” The idea was setting itself in Henderson’s mind.  Far from feeling like a fresh fantasy, it embedded itself deep inside, as though it had always been there, as though he’d always wanted to buy a giant mansion in a gated neighborhood with an expensive country club.  It was always the goal.  It’s why he did what he did.

“I always support my Kappa Sigma Alpha brothers.” He poured two more drinks and raised his glass in a toast.

“Kappa Sigma Alpha, brothers strong, brothers long. Four years forged the lifetime bond.”  Chadwick said and stared at Henderson.  Henderson hesitated, but his mind wanted it so bad.  He wanted Chadwick to like him, to be his brother, to go back and be a total frat boy in college.

“Kappa Sigma Alpha, brothers strong, brothers long.  Four years forged the lifetime bond.”  Chadwick smiled and the two chugged down their drinks.  John Howard showed up a moment later and plopped down while pouring himself another, though he was several behind now.

“What did I miss?”  The other two smirked and poured another round and the three K-Sig brothers passed another toast to their fraternity.

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Henderson woke up naked with a gigantic erection on the softest white sheets he’d ever felt.  HIs head throbbed like never before.  A glass of water and several ibuprofen sat next to the bed and he swallowed both without hesitation.  Looking around, he admired the pristine cleanliness and order of the room.  He was pretty sure where he must be, even if he’d never seen John Howard’s guest room before.

A white cotton robe laid over an old wooden chair, but no other clothes were about.  Wrapping the fabric tightly around himself, he opened the door and peered down an equally clean and quiet hallway.  He ducked back in the bedroom, helping himself to the toiletries in the attached bath before heading downstairs.  John Howard was dressed similarly, though the half closure of his robe meant that Henderson could see the waistband of his briefs.  He smiled weakly at Henderson and offered him a cup of coffee which he accepted happily.

“Where are my clothes?” Henderson croaked after a strong sip.

“Washing machine.  You vomited all over your suit.”

“Your suit, sorry man.”

“Quite fine Henderson,” John Howard let out a quiet laugh.  “Haven’t had a night like that in years.  Reminded me of our fraternity days.” Our fraternity days.  Henderson went to protest but found his brain muddled.  They had talked about it a lot last night, keggers, hell week, initiation, rush, all kinds of random details of fraternity life flooded his brain.  The memories seemed like his mostly, though they had a dreamy quality that he attributed to the hangover.

“Remember that party where Van Boegearden vomited after his keg stand?  And then he insisted on drinking it up again?”  Henderson laughed hoarsely and John Howard joined in. “He’s a congressman now,” John Howard added.

“Good, good.  Always knew he’d do well in politics.”  They both took large sips of their coffee.  John Howard was reading a paper but also had ESPN on, reviewing yesterday's college football.

“We missed the game!” Henderson moaned.

“We watched the game, Henderson.  At the club.” “Oh God.  They’re never going to let me join now!” “I wouldn’t be so sure.  Oswald V seemed quite amused by you.” “Which one is that again?”

“Son of the Board Chairman.  I’d commit that to memory.” “I have now.  Well, so long as he was amused.  Hopefully he can appreciate old fraternity brothers getting together.” “We’ll have to do it again soon.” “Hopefully often once I’m a Rolling acres member.” “I’m glad you’re going to apply,” John Howard smiled.

“I belong at a place like Rolling Acres,” Henderson said with a new confidence.

“Men like us need places like Rolling Acres,” John Howard replied.

“I’m going to have to call a cab,” Henderson said looking at the clock.

“I can take you.” “It’s quite a drive into town.” “I slept through church,” John Howard said, yawning.  “And I’m not feeling up to a workout today.  Besides, I thought I might take you around Chester first.  There are a few lovely homes for sale you might want to see.” “That would be delightful!”  The two men turned their attention back to the TV and their coffees, nursing the kind of hangovers they swore they’d never get again but always did.

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Henderson strode into the building swiftly, impossibly perfect posture, dressed in a charcoal suit and tie that he borrowed again from John Howard.  He noticed there was a new guard at the gate when he gave his name.

“Fine weather, Henderson?” the young guard, a redhead with a trace of a tattoo on his neck asked.  Henderson was appalled.  He’d ended up spending most of Sunday at the club, enjoying dinner at the men’s grill.  At the club, the staff spoke using honorifics and only used questions relative to their service.  He was deeply annoyed that this young guard spoke.  However, he buried that feeling as he hustled to the elevator.  He had a busy morning ahead.

After his workout, a grueling leg day that left him wobbly but his calves looked tremendous, Henderson asked Mr. Amplebottom’s secretary for a meeting, and his 9 a.m. was open.  So it was that he found himself standing before his boss's beautiful desk, arms at his side, staring into his eyes.

“What can I do for you, Henderson?”  Henderson had been trying to find the words to be concise but found that impossible.

“I want every piece of advice you can give me.”

“Why is that?” Mr. Amplebottom was suppressing a smug smile though Henderson didn’t notice.

“I want to be just like you.  And John Howard.  And the men at Rolling Acres.” “Enjoy the club?” “Immensely.  I belong there.  And here at Hemplebaum.  I want to become a partner.  I want to move out to Chester, in a house, not in some rubbish apartment in this squalid town,” he cast a disgusted look out the skyline of the window.  “I want money.”  That was low, deep and felt like a great truth awoke inside him.  Mr. Amplebottom smiled.

“So, Henderson, are you willing to fully commit yourself to Hemplebaum?” “I am sir,” he replied like a soldier.

“Excellent.  Well, I may say this suit is a good start.” “I’m borrowing it from John Howard.” “Yes, a good start.  You should get a dozen I think, at least.  Plus a few formal ones for special occasions.  Many ties and shoes.  New supports as well, you do look much better with your trousers at your proper waist.” “Thank you Sir.”

“A haircut.  I’m quite surprised you’ve stuck with the ivy league so long.  You are much better suited to something short.  Like mine and John Howard’s.  The part is a classic.  But I can set you up with my barber.”

“Yes Sir.” “Now, there is a rather large change that I believe is a necessity for your continued progression at Hemplebaum as well as your new social circle.” “What is that sir?” “Tator.  Just a gross, common name.  You agree?”  Henderson snapped back confirmation even though it made his head spin.  “Personally, I’ve always been very fond of alliterative names.  It’s a nice mnemonic device socially.  And it looks so great monogrammed.” “You want me to change my last name?  To something with an H?” Henderson asked, slightly confused.

“Well, I thought you wanted to.  To succeed.” “Yes Sir.” “So you want to change your name?  To what?” “I don’t know Sir.” “So you want my help, is that what you are saying?”  The words were coming so fast and his eyes so enticing that Henderson nodded.

“Yes Sir, please tell me what my name should be.”  Amplebottom leaned back in his chair, clearly relishing in the moment even though Henderson had no idea why.

“This is my favorite part.” Henderson didn’t say anything.  His boss clearly didn’t want him to.  And he’d just asked for help so there was no need to say anything.  “It’s a great moment, when you realize you want to be whatever I want you to be.  I was wrong about you Henderson.  I did not think you’d make it.  But here you are, willing and able.  And looking much better with the muscles.”  He reached into a drawer in his desk and produced something that looked like a ring box.  Ceremoniously, he pulled it open before Henderson’s eyes.  Inside were two silver and black cufflinks.  LIghtly engraved in the black was three vertical lines and one horizontal connecting them all.

“Henderson Harold Hearst. H.H.H.  Classic, but preppy, which seems to be the direction you’re taking.  Though I believe you should at least be a Junior.  Yes, Henderson Harold Hearst, Jr.”  Amplebottom suddenly got a concerned look in his eyes and made even more intense contact with Henderson.  “You’ll insist on being called Henderson.  No nicknames or shortening it.  Certainly, not Henry.  Tell them it was Grandmama’s maiden name.  A fitting tribute.”  Amplebottom seemed deeply satisfied as he leaned back in his chair a bit.  His jacket fell a touch to the side, and Henderson caught a glimpse of his black silk bracer.  He eyed the waist of the trousers, noting the lack of wrinkles and the perfect transition from charcoal wool to starched, cotton white.  Nothing was ever out of place on his supervisor, it was probably easier when you had such a boring wardrobe, each piece fit together without thinking.

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Henderson had set up an appointment at Winston and Co. right after his meeting with Amplebottom. They booked him for a half day on Saturday, which seemed like a very long appointment but they had assured him that this would be a one time appointment to get a permanent account situated.  His palpable excitement made his workouts and work days fly by.  He’d reworn the suit he borrowed from John Howard three times.  It was remarkable how it made him feel, strong, manly, and also kind of plain.  He’d talk shop with other men in his department, bland conversations about work and sports and home, that he found uninteresting but comforting.  There existed very little variety among the men at acquisitions.  No one ever brought up a thoughtful or challenging conversation, the most confrontational it ever got was between rival football teams.

And so it was that Henderson showed at exactly at 8 a.m. in front of the delightfully antiquated haberdashery (as John Howard had called it) for the full treatment.  He was greeted studiously by an old man with silver hair and thick black glasses who introduced himself as Art Sebert and insisted on calling Henderson “Mr. Hearst.”  That name made his blood jump and boil.  He’d thought the concept awkward only days ago, but found himself spouting off the name with such a simple, natural cadence he might as well have been born with it.

Forced to strip down in a rather spacious dressing room fitted with a few chairs and mirrors, Art had offered him coffee which he happily accepted after adding some cream and milk.  His personal fears around nudity had decreased in the corporate locker room but it still took him a minute to feel comfortable letting Art assess his bare form.  But he measured every inch with such quiet professionalism that Henderson soon became quite comfortable.  Art rattled off small measurements as he worked, informing Henderson that he’d need custom clothing for life.  Henderson found his brain startled by that information, but an honest assessment in the mirror showed how true that statement was.  He simply wasn’t built like a normal person anymore.  His neck was thick and his shoulders cartoonishly broad.  The jutting chest gave him a permanently puffed up vibe.  Uninterested in cardio, his thick rib cage continued straight down into hard abs.  And then the true shock, his sumptuous round booty.  It looked unreal, not only were his hips and buttocks wide and strong, but somehow there was a gelatinous layer on top that wiggled and shook whenever he moved.  It was a shockingly feminine touch on an otherwise hyper masculine body.  Henderson loved his butt.  It reminded him of being a lineman in high school, it was just like John Howard’s and Amplebottom’s.  Ridiculous but masculine and prominent, it took up space, like a man should.

“Alright, Mr. Hearst, give these a try,” he handed Henderson two carefully folded white objects.  The first was an undershirt, quite stiff and recently pressed.  He pulled it on with little problem, the starchy material felt soft enough on his skin and he appreciated how there wasn’t any excess pulling or snugness.  Even better, it actually reached past his belly button, which was further than his current shirts were doing, but still seemed undesirable.  The next item was a comically cut pair of briefs, again seemingly starched and pressed, blindly white with a simple waistband with a thin blue line running halfway through.  Henderson’s mind mounted a short-lived protest that didn’t even exit his mouth.  He’d known it was coming, it was in the book, from his boss, even at the club.  It was just another way he was going to fit in with the others.  It was deceptively erotic, something overly personal but seemingly inconsequential that he was giving up to fit in.  He pulled the cotton fabric up his body, watching the white fabric stretch perfectly across his rump.  He attempted to leave the underpants lying low, just above his hip bones, but Art stepped up and dutifully pulled them higher, keeping the undershirt tucked in as they stretched over the belly button, up the stomach, before settling just below his rib cage.  He looked like a strange sort of sausage stuffed into a bleached white packaging.  There was something about, so uniform and simple, that Henderson couldn’t stop himself from smiling broadly at his reflection.

It went significantly faster after that.  Art offered him a range of trousers of slightly different fits, making marks and eyeing alterations, seemingly finding the best base.  An overly starched, white button down slipped over his upper body.  Henderson let it hang open as he sat in his skivvies and shirt, drinking a whiskey the store offered, as a suitable pair of trousers were whipped up for the day.  Half an hour later, he was being ordered to button up his shirt, as silky black dress socks were pulled on his feet and the wool fabric of the pants began their climb.   Higher, much higher than his old pants, even seemingly than the borrowed ones, these custom trousers rose up until the very top of the pants rested just millimeters below the briefs.  The pants were already designed for braces, completely lacking belt loops, and Art adjusted them precisely, ensuring that his pants would sit at this exact height forevermore.  Henderson recognized something was being pushed out, some bits of color or variance in his lifestyle and perhaps personality as he allowed himself to be dressed like a doll, clothing cut and shaped so he wouldn’t even have an option on how to wear it, let alone what to wear.  It was a deeply comforting thought.

The process was repeated with the coat, explaining why he had been required to book hours of time with a salesman and tailor.  But they assured him, everything would be perfect afterwards.  All his measurements would be on file, new pieces would be created on a strict schedule to ensure he had neither too few nor too many pieces.  He enjoyed another libation as he waited, the old fashioned television in the room had been flipped on to college football and he delighted in sitting back and watching.  Not that he really sat back as it were, the stiff shirt and exact cut of his trousers seemed to keep him upright and tall, legs planted firmly on the ground, the crotch of his pants pulled tight into a prominent moose knuckle, head staring almost directly forward.  Henderson sort of laughed to himself about it, feeling slightly robotic, and enjoying the rigid pose.  It reminded him of John Howard.  And he liked John Howard.  He liked being like John Howard.

The cut of the jacket was phenomenal, even with a thick waist, his broad shoulders and bulging pecs required a fantastic V shape that made him look thick and strong and almost debonair, in a sort of boring way.  Art selected a beautiful silk tie, completely generic and tasteful, and made it taut around the neck.  He stepped back, admiring his work and checking the length of the cut of small sections as Henderson stood, militaristically straight posture, arms at his side, staring straight ahead.  Once everything seemed to be in order, he instructed Henderson to remove the tie, jacket, and oxford shirt.  He’d continue working as another man offered him a pair of house slippers and escorting him into a room that looked like an old-timey barbershop with two chairs.

The wall had four pictures on it of generic hairstyles, each numbered.  His barber pointed at number one and told him he would receive that cut unless he did not approve.  Henderson felt nothing and simply nodded.  The shearing began, his back and sides thinned and trimmed and the edges shaved smooth.  The top was reduced and thinned repeatedly, clumps of hair falling lazily to the floor.  Each time, the barber seemed to be examining something on his head, but he said nothing to Henderson, who was silent in turn.  Finally, apparently satisfied, he squirted a greasy clump of goo into his hands and began working through Henderson’s much thinner hair before combing it aggressively.  The final look should have been shocking, but Henderson seemed to have accepted it already.  His hair was now dark, short, and combed and parted within an inch of his life.  The product gave his hair of bright sheen that was the only notable trait on the otherwise generic hairstyle.  It was an exact replica of John Howard’s and Amplebottom’s and almost every man in acquisitions.  It was perfect.

The only thing left was a hot shave, which left his skin buttery smooth, and tingly once the aftershave was applied.  The barber briskly informed that all the items would be added to his order, so he’d have everything he needed to maintain his appearance.  Henderson thanked him shortly and was directed back to the dressing room.  The slippers were removed and a highly polished pair of black oxfords were slipped onto his feet.  He was redressed in shirt, tie, and jacket and Art began applying a few small touches.  First, his french cuffs were closed with shiny silver cufflinks, square, with a delightful HHH cut in them.  A white handkerchief was tucked into his breast pocket and folded ever so carefully so that the monogrammed HHH was just visible over the jacket.  A dab of cologne followed, smelling woody, leathery, and astringent.  They informed him he could leave today with undergarments, ties, and grooming products, and to return in three days to pick up a large order, twelves suits, twenty four shirts, plus two speciality suits (one in seersucker and a formal black) in addition to a tuxedo.  He shook hands with the salesmen who had helped him, feeling quite pleased with the whole experience.

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“Heart, Henderson,” he said curtly to the well dressed guard at the gate.  Henderson noticed that he was far less chatty than last time.  In fact, the security officer barely seemed to register Henderson as a person, and more as an item line to check off.  He marched dutifully to the elevator.  Henderson admired himself in the mirror as he waited.  Quite frankly, he embodied everything a man should be: big, strong, soon to be rich.  Those commission checks had added up quite quickly, combined with incentives and the fact that Amplebottom had been hinting that he would be moving up to Associate very soon, so Henderson was feeling mighty pleased with himself, and honestly a bit haughty, as he slipped how hands up and down the tasteful braces holding up his trousers.  Despite the fact that his clothing hardly moved an inch in any given direction, he still unconsciously attempted to pull up his pants and underwear, making sure everything was in place.  It was a big day after all.

Mr. Amplebottom took John Howard and Henderson out to a large lunch in a company car that was clean as a whistle and beyond luxurious.  As they stepped out of the Partner elevator, they were greeted by a strapping man in a full chauffeur outfit, cap, gloves, and jodhpurs.  He greeted the men properly before taking Amplebottom’s keys and practically running to fetch his car.  He held the door open militantly as each man entered.  Henderson stopped to give him a good look, there was something familiar about him.  Henderson realized this was the old door man from his side, although the corporate makeover and more servile uniform gave him a less threatening appearance, and his empty obedience was a far better look than the military scowl and tattoos that were once visible.

The car took them downtown.  Amplebottom had made casual conversation about work but the atmosphere in the car was mildly tense.  Henderson had never been invited to something like this and he wanted to make a good impression.  John Howard seemed rather himself, upright and professional, nary a mention of personal life unless questioned.  

They exited the car and Amplebottom led them into a high rise building with black reflective glass covering the outside, making it look kind of like a supervillain’s lair.  They rode the elevator up, stopping at the 6th floor.  Unfinished with not even a desk or chair in site, they ambled over to the window and looked out.  They weren’t high enough to have a great view of the city, but they did overlook one particularly small building below.  Police had cordoned off a section as a throng of protestors with signs seemed to be confronting them.  Behind the police, by the building, were construction workers.

“I thought you’d want to see the results of your hard work,” Amplebottom said slyly.  John Howard and Henderson stared down curiously as the protestors seemed to get louder.  He hadn’t been here in so long, Henderson was unsure what he was looking at.  The chintzy building was old and surrounded by expensive real estate.  His mind began wondering how much the lot was worth and who could possibly own it when John Howard spoke.

“Cherub Theatre,” his voice was different than usual, quicker and lighter.  Amplebottom smiled.

“The future site of Hemple Housing Porter,” he gloated.  “And it’s all thanks to you.”  John Howard seemed uncomfortable, shifting from foot to foot.  Henderson just looked quietly.  Then something happened.  The entire building shook and collapsed.

“Well, it wasn’t very grand, I admit.  But that’s the start!” Ample said happily.  He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out two envelopes and handed one to each of the men.  Henderson opened his tenderly, wondering what awaited him.  It was a very formal letter, on thick paper, declaring his promotion to Associate with a new salary of 400k a year, four percent commission, and a new set of company perks.  Henderson practically came inside his briefs and when he looked at Amplebottom he was holding out his hand.  Henderson accepted the firm handshake happily.

“Wow,” John Howard spoke quietly as he read the letter.

“Surprised?” “Yes, I, thank you, Sir!” John Howard’s momentary trepidation was gone, replaced with a beaming smile and he shook both their hands with the energy of a toddler on redbull.

“You’re a little young, to be honest.  But I think you’ve demonstrated a dedication and promise that will benefit Hemplebaum for years to come.  And Hemplebaum rewards good employees, Junior Partner John Howard Johnson.” Amplebottom emphasized the last bit so Henderson understood.  J.H. had just moved into a whole new income bracket.  A whole new way of seeing the world.  There had been some trepidation, some fear, as he had looked at the theatre, but now all he saw were profit margins.

“I'm starving.  There’s a great steakhouse nearby.  I say we get some prime rib and bourbon and have a toast.”  The three fatasses business men strutted out of the building, richer and more content than ever before.

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Things had progressed really well for Henderson.  He was now a member in good standing at Rolling Acres Country Club, which meant he’d been bumped up from guest to groomsman at John Howard’s oversized wedding.  Apparently, everyone and their dog walker’s best friend had been invited, so long as their net worth was greater than John Howard’s.  Which is how Henderson found himself, sitting in an auxiliary dressing room with the rest of the groom’s party, in nothing but their skivvies getting toasted hours before the ceremony.  John Howard himself was maintaining a pretty stoic demeanor, but several of the groomsmen were going whole hog.

“Just brilliant, J.H.,” Rip patted John Howard on the shoulder again, his eyes were slightly unfocused.

“Careful, you’ll be unconscious before the ceremony,” came a stern warning for their co-worker Bert.

“Imma juss wishing my buddy all the damn- happiness in the world!  Hopefully, your marriage is happier than mine!”  Rip sat down clearly woozy.  Rumor around the club was that his wife did not “approve of his dalliances” like he had hoped.  He’d recently spent some time warning the college boys about the value of pre-nups.

“Have some water, Rip,” Chadwick said, forcing a tall glass of sparkling water into his hands.  Even though it was John Howard’s day, Chadwick did a great job of ensuring he was generally at the center of things.  He’d been the best man, the bachelor party planner, the one who got everyone to relive fraternity induction by sitting around half naked drinking whiskey straight on a saturday afternoon.  There was something deeply fraternal about the thing.  Henderson could recall himself and a few dozen other young freshmen in a similar situation as their pledge master and rush chair had guided them through a vow committing them to the fraternity.

“I’m ready for another, not you Rip.  You’re sitting this one out,” came a highly affected male voice.  It belonged to Oswald V, practically a guest of honor.  John Howard had been absolutely beside himself when Oz had agreed to be a groomsman.  Henderson was happy for him.  J.H. was definitely a social climber and at Rolling Acres he could not do any better.  For his part, Oz was charming and congenial, born into a life of socializing and money, he had all the natural airs of an heir apparent.  

“So, I got the bridesmaid situation worked out,” Chadwick leaned into John Howard and Henderson.  “Missy was insisting on Kitty Bell being third, but I got her to swing her down the line and swap in Millie Cashon.  Oz doesn’t like her, but fuck him, he’s married.  So, Henderson, I got you set up with the hot one.  And the single one.”  Henderson looked bashfully at the floor as the other two stared at him.

“Oh, okay,” he sort of shrugged.

“Listen, Huck,” Chadwick had taken to calling Henderson “Huck” because apparently all men needed a nickname among brothers.  “This took a LOT of work on my part.  I’m not saying you have to marry her, but if you don’t get to at least second, I will consider you a waste.  Also, I owe Missy a doubles game of tennis now,” John Howard looked horrified at the prospect.  “So, J.H. is gonna have to slip into some tiny white shorts and I’m gonna deal with a ticked off aristocrat.  So have some fun!” Chadwick slapped Henderson’s shoulder in a paternal fashion as he returned to keeping up the fun in the room.  John Howard and Henderson made awkward eye contact for a minute.

“Sorry,” Henderson said sheepishly.

“She’s hot,” J.H. appraised.  “Dad’s not worth too much, but he does have some great boats.  Might as well make the most of it.”  He tipped his glass up to Henderson who met it solidly, producing a harsh click in the room.

“Here’s to J.H.!” Rip was attempting to make a toast, seemingly recovered from his drunken daze.  

“To J.H.-John Howard!”  Henderson polished off his drink and happily accepted a refill.  Without John Howard he never would have gotten a job at Hemplebaum, he’d never been sitting in this room, drinking liquor that cost more than a cable bill, planning on making an offer on a home in Chester, and planning on how to get into Kitty Bell’s dress tonight.  Cheers to J.H. indeed.

[elisela]

echo oscar mike buck x eddie, 1.9k, vermont verse @extasiswings​ wanted eddie to have a cat in vermont and I wasn’t gonna do it but then .... well, it’s chapel so.

Eddie learned, very shortly after moving to Vermont, that he likes routine. He thrives off it—blame his parents and their strict schedule when he was growing up, blame the military, or maybe just blame his personality—but he finds comfort in knowing what his day is going to look like when he wakes up in the morning.

And he has a good one, has had a good one since he met Buck and fell into an easy(ish) life with him, waking up in the morning to kick a seventy-five pound dog off his bed so he can have sex with his husband, said husband making him breakfast every morning, filling up his days with workouts, running the youth center a few days a week, taking classes at the community college just because he hates being bored, and being home by the time his kid and Buck are both back just to spend the rest of the day with them.

(Less Chris these days, now that he’s sixteen and more interested in girls, trying to convince Eddie to take him in for an exam so he can be cleared to drive, and spending every waking minute out of the house and with his friends. Eddie’s mom had said he was too permissive last time she called and Chris hadn’t been home, but Chris is happy, Buck is happy, and Eddie is certainly happy, so he tried not to let it get to him.)

So Eddie’s in the middle of his Tuesday routine—breakfast with Bobby, Combat to Classroom lecture at a community college in Burlington, and a run around the University of Vermont campus before he heads home to clean up before opening the youth center—when he passes the Delta Tau Delta house and stops.

He’s not sure why the cardboard box catches his eye, but it does, and laying inside is one tiny kitten, eyes closed against the soft rain that’s falling.

Eddie’s parents were not big on pets growing up. His dad was never home, and he can still hear his mother saying, “when you’re mature enough to take care of a pet on your own, then we’ll talk.” Christopher had been born before Eddie was ever deemed mature enough for a pet, so it wasn’t until he’d found Ox out on the trail that he had gotten any experience. But Ox was a monster, a beast of a dog who took up so much room that he and Buck had gotten new furniture just to accommodate him.

So this—this tiny tan and black kitten that might fit in Buck’s palm—he’s not sure what to do, so he does what he always does when he has a question, and he calls Hen.

“Eddie, being a surgeon is not the same as being a vet,” she sighs when he fills her in. “Is the cat warm?”

He bends down and strokes a finger over its fur and down to its paws. “Not really,” he says, “but her eyes opened so she’s still alive. Should I take her to the vet?”

“Sometimes I wonder about you,” Hen says, and Eddie grins even though she can’t see him. “Yes, take the cat to the vet. But you know you’re gonna have to keep it for awhile, don’t you? The shelters have been full for months, that always happens when it starts getting colder.”

“Well, what else am I supposed to do, leave her to die?” he says—

—which is the same thing he says that night to Buck, when Buck takes three steps inside the door, looks at Eddie bottle-feeding the cat, and says, “no.”

“No,” Buck says again, shaking his head as he toes off his untied boots and kicks them under the bench. “You already—” he leans down and kisses Eddie, a soft press of lips at the corner of his mouth, “—brought this beast into our—get off me Ox, let me get my jacket off first—into our house without asking.”

“She was in a wet cardboard box,” he says, looking down and tilting the bottle to get the last drops out. “What was I supposed to do, leave her to die?”

“Leave her at the vet,” Buck says, scratching Ox on the head and moving towards the kitchen, talking as he disappears through the doorway. “I put chicken in the fridge to thaw this morning but I think I want—Eddie!”

“I think he saw the litter box,” Eddie whispers to the little bundle in his hands, setting the bottle down and sliding her back into his hoodie pocket to keep warm. He stands up, sliding a hand into his pocket to make sure she’s secure, and goes to console his husband. Buck might be upset, but he’ll get over it. “The vet wouldn’t take her,” he says, leaning against the doorway and watching as Buck looks over the bags on the kitchen table.

Eddie’s never had a cat; he had no clue what to buy, so he just … bought one of everything.

There’s something—off, about it though; when he’d brought Ox home, Buck had sighed and complained about it, but he hadn’t looked—mad.

Like he does now.

“I named her Echo,” Eddie offers, expecting to be laughed at, for Buck to roll his eyes and finally crack a smile, but he just lets out a breath and allows the bag to fall from his hand. “Buck,” he tries again, “really, the vet wouldn’t take her and—”

“And did you try anywhere else?” Buck asks, looking at Eddie skeptically. “Because the seven bags from The Dog and Cat tell me that you didn’t.”

“Hen said the shelters were all full,” Eddie says. “Maybe I should have talk to you first, but you were busy—”

“Funny, you’ve never thought I was too busy working when you want me to come home in the middle of the day because you want me to fuck you—”

“—and you love cats,” Eddie says over him, because he can’t exactly argue with that. He’s definitely taken advantage of Buck working for himself now, not having a set schedule or time-frame unless it’s his own making, the couch out in the workshop getting so much use that Buck had joked about finally just bringing a bed in. “You volunteer at an animal shelter, I didn’t think it would be a big deal.”

“I walk the dogs,” Buck says, “and you didn’t think that, you thought if I came home and saw the cat that I’d just accept it like I did with Ox.”

Eddie opens his mouth to keep arguing, but Buck crosses his arms over his chest, and he closes it again. Buck doesn’t get closed off like this often, and although he still thinks he had a good reason—he’s not leaving any animal outside, exposed to the rain that’s now pouring down—but he’s also aware that Buck is … entirely right. Somehow, Eddie had fallen in love with Echo in between jogging back to his car with her wrapped in his hoodie and walking into the veterinarian’s office, and he really didn’t intend to look for a home for her anywhere else.

They haven’t fought in a long time, he thinks suddenly, because he has no clue what to do right now.

“I’m gonna go out to the workshop,” Buck says, “can you take care of dinner?” and leaves without waiting for the answer, motioning for Ox to follow him.

Ox goes, the traitor.

---

Eddie gives it an hour, calls the little italian restaurant that’s on the way to the ski resort—where Eddie had taken him on their first date—and orders Buck’s favorite dishes and a slice of peanut butter pie, because if he’s going to pull out all the stops he might as well get the dessert they’d shared that night. He checks in with Chris, who sends a picture of himself with three of his friends at Pizza Putt, grinning widely and holding up mini-golf clubs, and shuffles around the house cleaning up to kill time until the food is ready.

With just a few minutes left, he realizes suddenly that taking Echo with him is not a great idea, and he doesn’t want to leave her alone in the house, which means—

“Hey,” he says, stepping into the workshop. “I—are you okay?”

Buck’s laying on the couch, hand against his rib cage; he winces when he sits up. “I wasn’t watching where I was going in the house and I kinda ran into a dresser that May was bringing in,” he says quietly, and lifts his shirt. There’s a large bruise blooming under his skin, spreading across his side.

Eddie crouches down beside him, careful not to jostle Echo in his pocket, and rests his hand against the spot, pushing gently. “You want to go to the hospital? I don’t think it’s anything serious—”

“I’m fine, Eds,” Buck says, pulling his shirt down before Eddie withdraws his hand. “Dinner ready?”

“I gotta go pick it up,” he says, “but—I’m sorry. I should have called you, and I’ll call around tomorrow to see if there’s a shelter that can take her or someone who wants her. I’ll find a home for her.” Buck nods, but his gaze is on Eddie’s pocket, where Echo is poking her head out. “Would you watch her while I get the food?”

“Sure,” he says, and when Eddie sets her in his hand, Buck curls his arm to his stomach to hold her, and uses the other hand to pull Eddie down for a kiss.

---

There’s a fire going in the living room when he gets home, the first of the year; October is wetter than normal and Eddie makes a mental note to buy firewood over the weekend, because he has a feeling they’re going to need it more often this winter. Buck’s not on the couch, though, and there’s no trashy reality show playing on the television, so he goes through to the kitchen, pulling off his jacket and hanging it up on the coat stand.

Buck’s not there either, but all of the bags from the pet store have been cleared away, so he starts setting out dinner—transferring it onto plates instead of leaving it in the boxes like they normally do—and is wondering if they even own candles for a candlelight dinner when Buck comes around the corner, hair damp and wavy, clearly just out of the shower with his joggers and t-shirt on.

In the stretched out chest pocket of his blue shirt is Echo, curled into a half circle, eyes closed. One paw sticks out, and Eddie feels such a sudden pressure in his chest that he thinks he may be having a heart attack.

“Don’t say a word,” Buck says, fitting a hand around Eddie’s hip and kissing him. “Is this from Trattoria?”

“Buck.”

“No.”

“Buck,” he says, staring down at Echo’s fuzzy ears.

Buck kisses him again, his lips pressed sweetly against Eddie’s, and Eddie has to force himself not to press up against him, mindful of the tiny kitten residing in his husband’s shirt pocket. “Shut up, Eddie,” he says, but it’s soft, gentle.

“And he said we had to give you away,” Eddie says to Echo when he pulls back, stroking one of her ears with the side of his pinky. “Looks like you went and found yourself a home.”

[queen-of-my-goofball-army]

Sibling Day!

Hi everyone! This is the first request that I had for one of my fics that I wanted to write. It wasn't an official request but rather something that came up in conversation with the creator of Kai, one of my best friends in the entire world, @bio-hazard0us. She wanted a sibling day with Kai and Mitsu and that's what she got! I am still open for requests and I have only gotten one other one so if anybody has any ideas I'd love to hear them!

Kai: Hey tiny, I have a free day tomorrow with no homework. You. Me. Sibling day. I’m on my way to Vlad’s to get the requested day off-campus. I laughed a little bit at my brother’s familiar pushy nature. It was true, since he had started dating Katsuki it was rare for him to get any spare time with me apart from his boyfriend.

Me: Sounds good! I don’t have anything spectacular planned either. Really all I was going to do was study for Dadzawa’s next test on Thursday. I sensed you’re a nerd teasing comment coming back my way and I stretched my arms above my head the words blurring together.

“And you’re done for the night,” Denki told me pulling me back from the chair that I was sitting at knowing that I was working myself towards exhaustion.

“This is even starting to look more nonsensical to me so I can only imagine what it’s doing for you right now.” He pulled me back from the desk and carefully sat me over in my beanbag chair. He had texted me earlier on in the night wanting just some company while he studied. I knew that he was trying to get better grades without using Ari as a tutor.

“Thanks, Denks. I am getting really tired of just looking at words right now. This was nice though. It’s been a while since it’s just been you and me.” I reminded him and he just hugged me tightly to him. I smiled softly at my best friend that had always been there when I needed him to be.

“I know and I’m sorry that I’ve been spending so much of my spare time with Ari. It’s hard to explain how it feels when I’m around them other than soulmates.” I smiled softly at my best friend nuzzling his cheek lightly.

“You’re fine! I know how it is when you’re spending too much time with your partner. I’ve been neglected Kai as well he’s getting super on my case about it. It doesn’t help that now he’s dating Kats so it’s hard for us to get us time. He’s making a sibling day tomorrow.” I mentioned it to my best friend who leaned his head against my shoulder.

“It’s been a while since you’ve done those with him. I’m surprised that he hasn’t kicked open your dorm door yet demanding that you spend time with him yet. He’s probably too busy sucking face with his own boyfriend.” I lightly shoved him making a playful gagging sound that was way too over-exaggerated. I heard a soft knock at my door.

“Milady, it’s fifteen minutes until lights out time.” My boyfriend reminded me from the front door and Denki sighed before he extracted himself from my side.

“Always have to be such a buzzkill emergency exit Iida. See ya tomorrow Mitsu!!” He gave me a mock salute on his way out the door a light spring in his step. I watched him cross the way to the B dorms and couldn’t help but smile at him.

“He’s probably going to go and spend the night with Ari. Either he’s over there or they are over here.” I laughed a little bit at my boyfriend’s thoughts.

“I can’t really blame them, my knight, they are still in their honeymoon phase as a couple. It has to be difficult to spend time together as well since they are in different classes. The only class that they have together is lunch.” Tenya sat down next to me and I instantly snuggled into his side lightly. He kissed my forehead gently.

“I know it’s just shouldn’t he worry about getting caught?” I laughed a little bit hugging my boyfriend’s body towards mine.

“You haven’t known Denki nearly as long as I have but you’ve probably realized by now the sheer chaotic energy that he has. If he wants something he’s going to do everything within his power to get it. Besides he has permission from Dadzawa anyways so it’s all good.” I laughed a little bit as my boyfriend just smiled down at me.

“You always call him that outside of class, is that because you’ve known Shinsou for so long?” I nodded my head with a small laugh.

“Yep! He’s always been like my second dad so that’s why I squished his name. It’s super difficult for me to not call him that during class especially when I’m tired. Sometimes I’ll catch myself and Denki will have to kick my chair lightly. I was helping him study for the test on Thursday.” Tenya parted my hair softly between his fingers.

“You were helping him study?” I nodded my head with a small smile realizing that my best friend had forgotten his phone which was still in the bucket.

“He wanted my help, I think he’s trying to do better in school impress Ari. He has the motivation now. He wants to be the kind of hero that can protect his partner and I love that for him. He might be an idiot but damn it if he isn’t my lovable idiot. I’d do anything for him so of course, I offered to help him.” Tenya just smiled softly at me nuzzling my cheek.

“I’m just glad that you’re happy milady. It’s a good look on you.” I beamed back at my boyfriend taking a deep inhale of the calming scent that always surrounded him.

“I feel a lot better. I think I just needed a little bit of a break away from it all. I’m feeling more like myself after the cultural festival was well. It’s been a lot for me so far even just within these last three months. I went from mentoring under the man that I spent my entire youth looking up to, to losing him in the blink of an eye. It was hard to come back from that and I still cry thinking about it.” I put my hands into the pockets of my favorite sweatshirt. The perks of being still the same height that I had been both vertically and horizontally was that I was still able to fit into large children’s clothes. This was something that I had carried with me that was my favorite piece of hero merchandise. My Miss Joke hoodie went everywhere with me when I wasn’t in class.

“I know that it was a lot for you. I’m just glad that you eventually came around and came to me when you needed some help. I think that I’m going to let you get some rest though for tomorrow. It sounds like your brother and you have a sibling day planned?” I nodded my head kissing him gently before he rested his forehead against mine.

“The first one on our own in a really long time. I think it’s the first of this year officially because usually when we hang out Kats is around. I think it’s good that he’s taking a day just to spend with his favorite sister.” I joked and Tenya just laughed a little bit at me nuzzling his nose against mine with one last parting hug before I was left on my own. I picked up the picture that my mom took of Kai and me on the first day. He had me braid his hair that morning and we had gone to school in our selective favorite hairstyles. I took my hair out of its ribbons putting them next to me on my bed. Grabbing my Sir rabbit I snuggled underneath my blankets. The morning sunlight streaming through my window caused me to smile brightly. It was a sibling day! I had always looked forward to these when I was younger. I went through my closet humming a little bit to myself. I picked up my gray and white striped shirt and matched that with its pink skirt counterpart picking up my baby pink hair ribbons and brushing out my hair into the familiar Tohru Honda style that I felt most comfortable with by now. I heard the shave and a haircut coming from my door and knew instantly that had to be my brother and I flung my arms around his neck.

“Oof! Tiny, hey, it’s okay, you startled me and you’re a lot stronger than you look.” Kai caught me with practiced ease and hugged me tightly right back.

“Your damn right I am. I just missed you that’s all. I feel like I’ve barely seen you in the last few weeks.” He kissed my forehead with a small smile on his face fingering one of the ribbons in my hair shaking his head.

“I buy you one set of ribbons because of a joke that I thought was funny and I create a monster.” I stuck out my tongue at my brother grabbing my greek sandals and baby pink cardigan to tie the whole outfit together.

“These were the set of ribbons that you bought for me. It was just a simple joke but I grew to love the style. It suits me. What do you have in mind for today?” I asked my brother who looped his arm through mine and I closed my door.

“You’ll see when we get there I want to keep today a surprise for the most part. All I’m telling you is that it’s our favorite places when we were kids. I felt like going down memory lane when I was telling Katsuki about all of them earlier on the week.” I smiled softly at him tilting my cheek to rest on his shoulder even if I had to stand on my tiptoes in order to do it.

“Hero mini golf?!” I asked him excitedly and he just laughed a little bit at me pushing the hair behind my ear that was sticking out.

“We’ll see tiny, you always used to kick my ass at that game when we were little kids but I might have the room on the schedule for it.” I walked next to my brother hanging off his arm as he nuzzled my cheek with his.

“Not my fault that you were always a sore loser Kai. I don’t make the rules of mini-golf other than having fun there are no rules.” I joked and I saw Hitoshi and Litzy sitting on the couch him leaning against her and Eri on her lap watching Elena of Avalor.

“Hey, guys! Having your own sibling day?” I greeted them and Eri looked towards me with a bright smile on her face.

“Hi, miss aqua!” She greeted giving me a tight hug and I picked the little girl up dropping my brother’s hand for a second.

“Hey, there kiddo! I’m here as well.” Kai waved his hand a little bit awkwardly next to me and Eri smiled a little bit nervously at him.

“Hi, Mr. Kai.” I saw my brother’s heart melt at the small smile that the girl was giving to him and I softly handed him the little girl that we had helped save together.

“We are actually! Are you both heading out?” Litzy asked me and I saw her brother leaning against her shoulder lazily texting Django.

“Yeah, I wanted to do the things that we used to do when we were really little kids together. At least all the stuff that we still can do.” I smiled softly at my brother as he put Eri back down on the ground before taking my hand in his.

“Are you two going to that ice cream shop?” Hitoshi asked me from the couch and I smiled softly at him leaning against the furniture.

“I don’t know and if we do yes I will bring you back some of the sugary cold goodness that is themed to Dadzawa. I promise.” I promised the purple-haired hero in training and I saw him slowly start to smile at me.

“We’re not waiting until everybody and their mother wants ice cream. Just be lucky that she loves you troll hair.” I heard Hitoshi mutter oh thanks like I haven’t heard that one before and led my brother out of there before it became a full-blown insult argument.

“Why must you always pick a fight with him?” My brother just sighed a little bit blowing the fringe out of his hair.

“Because as a kid I just felt like he was always trying to take me away from you, you know? It was that possessive side of me that was like no I want you to just stay with me always. It wasn’t until you met Pikachu that I realized how twisted and fucked up that was. Now I don’t know how to go backward from here and how to make him start to even like me.” He explained a little bit to me about how he had thought about my best friend for all these years.

“Kai…” I cradled my brother’s cheek with a small smile on my face. I thumbed lightly at the small burnt patch of skin that was right underneath his left eye.

“I know it sounds stupid but for a really long time, it was like you were the one person that mattered to me. So when you met Hitoshi the year after you first met me it was like, do I even matter?” I had never thought about the fact of me meeting my best friend a year after I met my brother. It did make so much sense all of the sudden and the way that he grew up…

“I am so, so sorry Kai… you know that I love you right? More than anything? I know that sometimes I forget to say it because I feel like why should I say something that is as obvious to me as breathing. You’re more than just my brother to me. You’re the most important person in my life. More than Hitoshi, more than Tenya, more than anybody else. I could never, ever replace you with anybody or anything. I might have other friends now but none of them read me as well as you do. I can even fake a smile enough to get Hitoshi to leave me alone. Not you. You have never once fallen for one of my fake smiles when I’m too tired and my brain is too fuzzy to deal with anything at that moment in time.” I reminded my brother and he just looked down at me his eyes filling up with tears and he wrapped his arms around me tightly.

“You shouldn’t need to apologize for me being a possessive asshole. I just wanted to wrap you up in bubble wrap and tell everybody to stay the fuck away from my sister sometimes. I was like that a lot when you first started dating orange juice. Your fake smiles suck ass anyways, I don’t see how anybody falls for them. You only do them when you’re about to keel over.” I rolled my eyes softly at my brother as his arms just held me there. I couldn’t blame him for the extended hug. We hadn’t hugged in a really long time.

“I know I need to figure out a better coping method at some point. I’d rather just be happy and have fun today.” Kai just smiled softly at me kissing my forehead before pulling back from the hug and fixing the fringe on my bangs.

“Alright, you pick the first song.” He tossed me his phone which I carefully caught taking one of his headphones. We had always played this game in public ever since we were little kids. It was a game that our mom started where she gave us our first set of MP3 players when we were in elementary school and one of us would pick a song and the first one to crack lost that round of the game. I scrolled through his phone before a small smirk appeared on my face. My brother had a soft spot for 80’s hairband rock and roll and this was certain to make him crack.

“Gunter gileben glauchen globen… alright I got something to say.” My brother gasped at me for my cruel and unusual punishment.

“This has got to be the most not fair thing that you have ever done to me. That should be against the rules mom raised us on old school awful bands.” I stuck my tongue out at him putting my hands in my pockets to stop myself from doing the air guitar. It was extremely hard to not bop my head to the familiar beat of the heavy metal song but I could see my brother’s resolve slowly but surely start to crack at the seams.

“Rock of ages, rock of ages, still a-rollin', rock n’ Rollin…” My brother cracked at the sound of the familiar lead-in and I watched the color slowly start to drain from his face.

“In my defense, that song as a first try was absolutely one hundred percent uncalled for. I call practice round.” I shook my head waving my finger at him teasingly. He would never admit to the fact that he actually didn’t hate the music that he was raised on, actually just the opposite. I had it on good authority that he surprisingly loved a lot of my favorite artists.

“You can’t call a practice round after the fact Kai so sorry hun. You still cracked at the chorus.” I teased lightly and he just sighed a little bit taking his phone from my hands with a mischievous glint in his eyes that swore I would receive the wrath of my brother when I heard a familiar piano rift through the headphone in my ear.

“Oh no, no, no, no, I hate you so much right now this is not right…” I whined and my brother just laughed in that familiar soft way of his.

“You shouldn’t have played dirty then if you know who you’re playing with.” I sighed just hoping that I wouldn’t crack too early.

“Yesterday was a good day, it’s after midnight and I’ve got you on my mind, Come with me and never go away every day we will find yeah. Just the same way you love me…” I bit my lower lip to refrain myself from belting out the familiar love ballad at the top of my lungs. The internal part of my brain was also at the moment cursing our mom for playing Journey so much when we were children.

“Just the same way you love me…” I sang softly and my brother smirked snapping his fingers in a winning motion.

“It’s one to one now loser.” He lightly stuck his tongue out at me and I sighed petulantly pouting kicking a rock on the ground.

“I actually wanted to talk with you though. We can play more towards the end of the day and I think it’s best to end on a tiebreaker for later. I’ll just remember what we already picked, hard to forget since they’re such cheap shots.” I looked over at my brother finally taking him all in. He looked good, happier than I had seen him in a really long time.

“Kats is treating you good?” I asked him and watched as the scarlet blush went across his cheeks as well as the small nod.

“Yeah. He’s amazing, I never really thought that I’d actually find somebody that made me genuinely happy. I thought that I’d have to fight the guys after you off with a stick before that happened.” I laughed a little bit at my brother as he closed the gate behind him that left the school.

“You never had to fight them off with a stick. I’ve always been too much of an airhead and too driven for people to come up to me. I think I just had a certain type that I didn’t even know that I had until Tenya. You’ve always gone for the hot-tempered tsundere’s though.” I poked his still bright pink cheek and he sighed a little bit. “Says you, Miss Tamaki is the best host.” I flushed a bright pink at the memory lightly bumping his hip with my own.

“Oh shut it, I still say that the goofball type is the far superior archetype. I mean it’s hard to top it at least for me.” My brother just laughed a little bit at me resting his cheek against my head bending down slightly.

“Face it tiny you’ve always been the easy type. They just have to make you laugh and your putty in their hands. It’s your type.” He shrugged it off and I felt the flush of embarrassment across my cheeks biting back an insult that I thought was way too harsh and beyond light teasing.

“Fine, you win this round of bickering since I don’t want to take it too far.” I put my hands up in surrender and my brother blinked a little bit at me.

“How are things going with orange juice? Any better?” I nodded my head with a sad smile on my face. I knew that my brother had given up a lot of his own free time to make sure that my relationship was working and it broke my heart.

“It is better than it was a month ago. Sometimes I still worry that I’m bothering him and he’ll have to come and talk to me himself and bring me out of my own head. It’s scary how much I love him, Kai. He’s it for me.” My brother laughed a little bit at me nuzzling my hair with his cheek. It was always so easy to communicate with my brother about the minimal things in life that were bothering me. He was the nonjudgmental type at least when it came to me.

“I could tell that he was it for you the first time that I saw you two holding hands under the table and talking trying to look all discrete and shit. You really suck at lying to me tiny so of course, I was able to see right through that. I was just glad that you stopped mooning after Pikachu if I’m being entirely honest.” I rolled my eyes with a soft smile at Kai's scoffing. I heard a familiar ping on my phone and saw that it was Tenya making sure that I remembered my sunscreen and snacks in case I got hungry throughout the day.

“He’s definitely the mother hen type of partner. Exactly what you need in a boyfriend though because you suck at taking care of yourself.” I sighed a little bit because he was way too right. I did forget to take care of myself especially when it came to remembering to eat and take breaks.

“I’m glad that I got over my unrequited love and the same thing with Hitoshi. As much as it brought the two of us closer together all three of us are happy in our own relationships now. I couldn’t be happier with Tenya when things are working mainly when I’m not too scared to communicate.” I sighed a little bit and he kissed my hairline.

“It’s fine to be scared. I want you to remember that. It’s alright to figure out things by yourself. However, it’s not okay to completely ignore your partner and their needs. I know that you’re still learning that somebody would actually want to be with you sis and recently life hasn’t been very kind to either of us.” I nodded my head twiddling my fingers together in the familiar nervous fashion. I saw us standing outside of the familiar breakfast place that we had always gone to when we were kids.

“Come on tiny, I called ahead and made reservations yesterday. Hopefully, this place is still just as good as it was when we last came here when we got accepted. Not that their menu or your favorite thing ever changes.” I lightly pffted at him hearing the familiar laugh that always made me laugh right along with him.

“Oh, you! I remember you two, it’s nice to see you both again. How’s high school treating you both?” Since we had been coming here for so long and it was a small business they always remembered who we were.

“It’s going well ma’am thanks for asking.” My brother told her for me and I sighed gratefully at the fact that he was always so open about doing little things like this for me when I was too nervous.

“I saw you both on the news recently when that hero passed away. I’m so sorry for both of your losses. That must have been very hard for both of you especially you Mitsuki.” I nodded my head but smiled softly. It was something that while it hurt, got easier every day. I would always miss him but I was at least able to get sleep without nightmares and I was going to therapy now where I could talk about my feelings and emotions.

“There has been a small change to our hero menu but I think that you’ll like it.” She winked at me leading my brother and I to our favorite both towards the back and I looked to see what had changed.

“I’m not changing my order. It’s the same thing that it’s always been Plus Ultra pancakes…” My brother trailed off when he saw what was right below his favorite order and he tapped to where the pancakes were. I looked at them and saw my brother’s favorite but right below that was something that I had never seen before. In a place that was unanimous for never changing their menu they actually had.

“Bright side of life pancakes…” I felt tears suddenly well up in my eyes not able to stop the tears from flowing.

“He would have been happy, I remember him telling me that sometimes he would come here and get the All Might pancakes.” I smiled sadly at my brother as he ran a finger over my knuckle to remind me that it was okay to cry. Even if you were in public it was still alright to get emotional over things like this. I took a picture of the menu and texted it to Mirio with surprised emojis.

“I think he would have been happy too. I still miss him, so much. But it’s become something that at least I can easily talk about.” Kai nodded his head understandingly and the waiter came over to take our drinks. I flipped to the drinks and saw that there was a new lemonade.

“She’ll have the green apple lemonade.” My brother smiled at me as if reading my mind and the waiter just nodded.

“I’m so proud of you tiny. I know that you shut down for a little bit there but so did I. I’ve been talking to Jin a lot more and he’s a good listener.” I blinked a little bit in confusion before the idea of it all made me smile.

“He’s a good person despite his history. He did the right thing leaving after what happened with Kats. I didn’t know if I could trust either him or Violet before but now I can’t think of any two adults that I’d trust more other than Dadzawa and Dadzashi.” My brother laughed a little bit at the familiar pet names for the two people that had helped raise us to be heroes.

“I still remember when you first found out that Eraserhead was Hito’s father.” I laughed a little bit at the memory of an excited seven-year-old me practically vibrating.

“I was a sucker for the underground heroes when we were kids. I never got behind the hype of the overly popular ones other than All Might or Miss Joke. It was a bit of a pain to shop for me and mom had to do a lot of it by going to people that would make specific things. You were always the easy one Kai. If it had All Might’s brand on it you wanted it.” I lightly teased and my brother just scoffed at me knowing that I was right.

“As if you didn’t turn into a jumping bean whenever you saw Nighteye on something.” I laughed a little bit tucking a lock of platinum hair behind my ear.

“I had the excuse that very little amount of Nighteye merchandise was made. You had absolutely zero because his merchandise is literally everywhere. I love you Kai but it’s the truth.” My drink came and I felt tears come to my eyes at the fact that it came in a glass that I would get to keep.

“It’s a new thing that we’re starting where we have specialty glasses made for our drinks that the customer can keep. You two will match.” I smiled softly at the fact that even close to eleven years later my brother and I were still matching in every way, shape, and form.

“Cheers sis, to sibling days.” I clinked my glass with his taking a small sip from the drink. My eyes widened at the tart but still the good flavor of the lemonade.

“Trade?” I offered and he nodded taking a sip from the side of my glass and I tried the familiar blend of strawberry and blueberry lemonade.

“Have you finished Mic’s English assignment yet? I still have no idea what I’m going to do for mine yet.” I sighed a little bit nodding. I had finished it late last night. It wasn’t due until the week after next since it was a big project.

“It was really hard for me, I’m going to have Mirio read it before I turn it in. Writing about who inspired me to be a hero was obviously very hard for me.” I told him and he sighed along with me running a hand through the end of his ponytail.

“I’ve never even met All Might and now it’s nearly impossible because he’s no longer an official teacher right?” I shook my head. He was still a member of the staff but just couldn’t teach us as All Might anymore.

“I could have you meet him if that’s what you want! It might be good for you Kai. You helped me to meet my hero, it’s only fair that I repay the favor back to you.” I reminded him and I watched his eyes go wide and a small blush of admiration across his cheeks.

“You’d really do that for me…” I laughed at my brother nodding my head taking his hand in mine. I would have to talk to Midoriya since he was the one that was closest to what was once our country’s number one hero.

“Of course I would Kai, you’re my brother, my best friend, and the person that I would do just about anything for. If it means that you’ll get to meet your hero then so be it. I’ve met mine and I want for you to experience that same thing. Especially when your hero is as awesome as All Might.” I joked and my brother sighed a little bit smiling softly.

“I truly have the best little sister in the entire world.” I rolled my eyes softly at him. He still never let me forget that he was technically a goof five months older than me.

“What do you want to do after this?” I asked him and his eyes positively sparkled at the seams. I could see the bright expression on his face.

“That is for me to know and you to find out. Drink your sugary beverage and quit asking me probing questions.” I smiled softly at him shaking my head looking at my specialty cup. It had a chibi version of my favorite hero as well as the motto that he lived by.

“How was the Studio Ghibli museum?” Kai swiftly changed the subject to one of my favorite topics of conversation. Last week one of my dates with Tenya had led to me doing something that had been on my bucket list since I had first heard about it.

“It was so amazing oh my god! I wish that I could have taken pictures. But, I did buy you something.” I reached into my Loungefly backpack that I had picked up themed to Miss Joke and grabbed the object. My brother’s favorite movie had always been Castle In The Sky, he loved the idea of pirates ever since we were kids so growing up he had always wanted to be a member of the Dola Gang. I had picked out a handful of favorite items that I told my boyfriend that I would buy since they were for my brother.

“Holy hell, these are awesome! I love them…” My brother trailed off looking at the two main figurines that I had picked out for him. One of them was of the robots that are on Laputa and the other was of Patsu catching Sheeta.

“I’m so glad! I had to demand Tenya that I buy them myself since they were for you. I’m so glad that you love them. I was a little bit nervous. I got the Howl and Sophie version of that figurine for Denki. He loved him too.” I showed him the picture of everything that I had picked out for my dorm room and he stopped at one of the items.

“You bought a Baron?!” I nodded my head showing him a better image. It had been the most expensive purchase that my boyfriend had made.

“I tried to talk him out of it but he insisted on buying it for me especially after I told him how much I was obsessed with the character when I was a little girl. I also picked out Fio’s airplane! Ever since Shizuko built her’s it’s inspired me.” I showed him the mobile that I had bought. I often spent an extended amount of time just gazing at it.

“I still can’t believe that she actually built the fucking thing. Did she ever figure out what she’s doing with it?” I nodded my head with a small smirk. I had been so excited for her when she had told me about it and now I couldn’t wait to tell my brother.

“Apparently, somehow Goro Miyazaki got wind of her little invention and he wants it for the museum! He wants to put it on display!” I cheered and my brother’s eyes widened comically before the muttered holy shit left him.

“What did her parents say about the whole situation?” I sighed a little bit shaking my head. This was the part that wasn’t pretty.

“They told her that she couldn’t do it. That it would be just sitting there collecting dust. I think that it would be incredible though, like can you imagine? Shizuko worked so hard to make that machine and she did it. It should be shown to the public don’t you think?” I saw my brother nod his head and he whipped out his phone and instantly started texting, probably our favorite techie in question.

“She said that she’s actually going through with it. They want it on display next week. She’s going to have dismantled and reassemble it there. I’m going to offer to help her. I mean it’s a free pass to the museum grounds. Denki is helping her as well. This could be her big chance, to meet the man behind the magic.” I smiled softly at my brother. He had always stood by Shizuko and whatever she wanted to do. I think but was because he related to her and the way that she struggled to be heard by her parents. He understood that and the fact that he did never failed to break my heart.

“I think that she’d really appreciate that Kai! It’s a great idea, I think Django is probably going to help her out as well. He’s been wanting to go and get some Kiki’s Delivery Service merchandise.” I laughed at the memory of the Romani-American goofball that had stolen the heart of my stoic but loving best friend.

“Do you think that the man himself might see it?” I shrugged because anything at all was possible. Shizuko would probably faint if he did see it but it would be absolutely amazing for her. I couldn’t think of a person that was more deserving to meet him than her.

“He just might! He goes to the museum often even if it’s just to the gardens. I can’t think of a single person that is more deserving to meet him than her. Other than PJ his films are what keeps her going. It’s why she hasn’t lost the light of childhood that she carries in her eyes.” My pancakes appeared at the table and I looked at them wide-eyed. They looked absolutely delicious and I grabbed my fork instantly taking a bite from them.

“’S good!” I encouraged the waiter and Kai just laughed a little bit at me shaking his head. He tried his own familiar All Might pancake nodding his head at the familiar flavor.

“Thank you Pip from Enchanted, hasn’t mom told you hundreds of times to not talk with your mouth full,” I smirked a little bit at my brother waving my fork feeling the joke that was coming on.

“About the same amount of times that she has told you to watch your language.” I taunted and he just rolled his eyes at me with a small smile on his face.

“At some point, you just stop listening to her and it just becomes white noise. Especially when it’s me and it’s like talking to a brick wall.” I laughed at my brother shaking my head at him before cutting into my breakfast of sugar. We ate our food in the familiar companionable silence that we were used to doing back at home. It was easy for me to just sit quietly in the company of my brother since it was something that I had grown up with.

“I’ll pay.” He told me and before I could open my mouth and protest he had already laid down his credit card.

“I am taking you out on a sibling day, thus I get to pay for everything that you want.” He reminded me and I made a mental note for me to take him out the next time so that I could pay him back somehow.

“Come on tiny, we’ve got people to do and things to see.” I laughed a little bit at the familiar word backward that we had picked up from our dad. That had been one of the older ones from when we were smaller children and we had been going on a road trip when our mom had lightly teased him that it could be taken out of context.

“Next stop is the train station since we have to travel for a little while to reach our next destination.” He told me and I blinked a little bit in confusion but gave my student ID to the machine and it let me through the turnstile.

“I started watching Fruits Basket with Katsuki, mostly because he walked in on me watching the first episode when Kyo appeared.” I smiled softly at the fact that my brother was able to share one of his favorite shows with his boyfriend.

“I haven’t gotten around showing it to Tenya yet mostly because he’s never really watched anime, not even Miyazaki. So we’re starting off slow and I need to share with him more of the world that we grew up with. I’ve only been able to show him Totoro and Kiki’s so far.” I sighed a little bit since I had taken a huge handful of steps backward. My brother saved me a seat next to him and rested his cheek on my shoulder.

“I think that starting with the master of animation is a good idea especially if he hasn’t seen any anime ever. He loves you though tiny so I’m sure that he’s having just as much fun as you are with him. Did you have to explain a lot of the exhibits at the museum to him?” I nodded my head with a small laugh since I had to do a lot of explaining when my boyfriend took me to visit the museum of my special interest.

“All he really did was look at me all soft like the way that you tease me he does. I think that my next one might be Castle In The Sky. I have a feeling he’d really like that one.” My brother smiled softly at me entwining his fingers with mine.

“He does look at you like you hung him the moon and stars. At first, I really didn’t get it, it made me uncomfortable. I didn’t know whether or not that I could trust him. But then he followed through and I learned that this guy isn’t going anywhere and he clearly loves my sister so I might as well face it. She’s not going to be the pure and innocent baby anymore. And no I did not mean that as an insult before you get all sulky on me.” I smiled softly at my brother because for a time I was worried about the way that Katsuki would treat my brother despite me knowing that he was different.

“I was afraid for a small amount of time that Kats would hurt you as well. I know that his bark is way worse than his bite and everything but I was still a little bit weary. You two were so competitive at first it was tiring to keep up with you two when I would train you both.” In hindsight, I should have known that they would both be super chaotic when you put them together at first.

“I’m still not sorry about that and I blame him for picking a fight with me. It was not something that I wanted to do. Plus he got super sick due to me and I still feel awful about that…” I rubbed my brother’s back gently with a small smile on my face.

“But he still forgave you and look at where the two of you are at right now. I’m so proud of you Kai. I know that you’ve struggled a lot when it comes to self-love and why you want to be a hero but you’ve still come so far. You’re making friends of your own free will! Look at your relationship with Ari, I never told you that you should be friends with him. I encouraged you to befriend Shizuko because I felt like she needed another person fighting for her in her corner. But with Ari, you did that all on your own.” I saw my brother slowly start to relax into the comforting touch.

“They’re a really good person. I can totally see why Pikachu is so smitten with them if I’m being entirely honest. I saw him cuddling Ari before I left the B dorms to go and get you and I swear my heart melted.” I laughed a little bit at my brother because just about every time I saw them cuddling my heart melts.

“I can totally see that. They usually cuddle on our couches to the point where I think Kats is low-key jealous because he’s constantly bitching about it. You should come over to my side more often.” I teased lightly and the colors flush across my brother's cheeks.

“I’ll think about it…” I smiled softly at my brother. I knew that come tomorrow I’d see him and Katsuki on the couch opposite what was already becoming our class's number one OTP. I felt the train come to a slow and gentle stop and my brother instantly led me up the stairs making the broad hand gesture.

“The hero museum…” We hadn’t been here since we were really little kids. It was something that we would do whenever we had done something really good in school. I used to love coming here with Kai because it was mostly themed to All Might and his little eyes would light up.

“Come on tiny, it’ll be great just you wait. There’s something in there for you too! I checked and there are two new exhibits.” He led me to the front of the line and paid for the two of us to go in after showing them our student IDs and getting the hero in training discount. I had thought that the clerk was looking at me a little bit suspiciously like they recognized me or something. My brother quickly led me into the familiar front room where all the exhibit halls were. The floor was the familiar All Might colored and my brother seemed to be waiting for me to realize that something was different so I looked around and felt tears come to my eyes.

“It’s a permanent exhibit here now. You might need these.” He handed me a packet of Kleenex that he had brought with him from home in the familiar Miss Joke packaging. I took my brother’s hand and went through the entrance with all the other children that were wanting to see my hero.

“Welcome everyone to the Bright Side Of Life exhibit!” The worker introduced us standing at the front of the auditorium.

“We’re here to honor a hero that was long overlooked throughout his life, Sir Nighteye. Once the sidekick of All Might he created his own agency that was dedicated to helping the police save children from bad situations. He loved the smiling faces of children and they were what originally made him want to become a hero. For our exhibit, we have the last interview that he ever gave before he passed away. You will see three young heroes in training that worked with him on his last job as well that go to UA Mitsuki Haruka, her brother Kai Haruka and Mirio Togata.” I blinked in confusion before the information settled into me. I remembered that he told me about this interview that he had come up right before our fight against Overhaul. He told me that he rarely did interviews but this one was different and he knew it. The lights went dark and my brother put his arm around my shoulders comfortingly as I saw my hero.

“Why is my catchphrase to always look on the bright side of life? Well, it’s a song from a British comedy troop Monty Python. I’ve always loved smiling and jokes despite my usually cold exterior when I’m doing hero work. This song got me through a lot of bad times so when I hear from a fan that it helps them out as well that just means that I’ve done my job. It’s only been my catchphrase for the last six years. Before that, I didn’t have one.” I felt tears come to my eyes and we weren’t even a full minute into the interview yet. This was going to be really hard for me to sit through.

“Hero work to me isn’t all about the guts and glory. It’s about the feeling I get when I save a child. When I first see them smile at me and thank me for getting them out of that situation. That was what I loved about being All Might’s sidekick was that I got to save the lives of children.” His smile as he looked down at the photograph that was sitting on his desk all warm and soft brought a tear to my eye.

“My fan base is small but they’re loyal. They’re always there when I need them to be. I got extremely lucky I think. Two of my biggest fans turned out to be two of the strongest heroes out there. They work for me now and I couldn’t be happier to see them. Why don’t we go and visit them right now?” The interview led him down the hallway to his training grounds where my brother and I had been training.

“Good work Kai! Your sister is going to try for a water whip in the next few seconds so I’d block it.” I laughed at the memory and how petulant I had been.

“Oh sure, you’ll help him meanwhile I have to do this on my own?!” The auditorium of people laughed at me along with the hero that was the focus of the interview.

“I helped you yesterday Mitsu, you’ve got to do things on your own sometimes!” I saw Mirio watching the two of us with this look of pride as my hero went down the stairs to sit by his protege.

“This is my protege Mirio Togata, he’s a third-year and he brought Mitsu a few months ago. How’s she doing Mirio?” My friend smiled at the hero who had changed both of our lives growing up. I saw his grin at me.

“She’s amazing!! She’s going to be a super awesome hero once she gets older, I mean she is right now but I just have a good feeling about her.” I saw Midoriya fighting along with us and Sir smiled softly at my classmate and friend.

“Midoriya is the newest recruit around here he just got here last week but he already shows amazing promise for the future. I know that he can be a great hero, all four of them can.” The video faded away until it had stopped on his smile.

“We have a lot of Sir’s personal items for our exhibit that we were able to get our hands on so we’d love for you to tour around!” The worker explained and Kai took my hand softly squeezing it and leading me through the front doors.

“Alright tiny I know that you can do this. I’m really proud of you Mitsu and it’s going to be really exciting for you!” He comforted me and led me through the front doors to the exhibit. The first thing that I saw was a collage of all the different pictures. I froze when I saw one of me and my first day when Mirio had insisted that the three of us take a selfie.

“Hey, you’re the water hero in the video!” I looked down slightly seeing a small girl in front of me with a gap between two of her teeth.

“That I am sweetheart, it’s very nice to meet you.” I got down on her level as she fumbled with her pamphlet and a blue gel pen.

“Can you sign my pamphlet?” I laughed a little bit and my brother just smirked a little bit at me kneeling next to me.

“Not even a full hero yet and you’re already signing your first autograph. I’m Kai, I’m her brother.” He introduced himself to the girl and she fumbled with an orange gel pen.

“Can you sign it too Mr. Kai? You have a really amazing quirk! I saw you both on tv when you were fighting Chiasaki.” I smiled sadly at the small girl signing my name and doing the watermark that I was already fond of underneath my name.

“Of course…” My brother signed his hero name underneath mine with a small smile on his face. I leaned against his side a little bit as the little girl went skipping to show her mother what she got from us.

“That was unexpected…” I squeezed his hand softly and he leaned firmly against my side. He knew that it was only the beginning and even though I was dreading this part of being a hero I knew that it was mandatory.

“I wasn’t expecting that either but it made me really happy. I think that there’s a line forming though little brother.” I teased lightly and I saw a small boy coming in front of my younger brother. Kai knelt down so that he could sign his playbill.

“I have a dangerous quirk as well…” The young boy admitted and my heart broke looking at him. Kai just smiled kindly at him.

“Do you want to be a hero as well?” The little boy nodded his head and I got down to look at him as well. I gave the little boy a low high five.

“I know that you can do it! Being a hero isn’t about the quirk that you have, it’s about the heart that you have.” He pushed a lock of hair behind his ear with a small smile on his face. Kai put his arm around my shoulders comfortingly.

“I didn’t think that I had it takes to be a hero either. I didn’t understand what it takes to be a hero either until I met this one’s hero. He taught me so much about being a true hero. It’s not about the vanity of it all but the things that you’re able to do in order to save people.” I leaned against my brother’s side as the little boy looked up at us with tears in his eyes.

“Thank you very much, Mr. Kai!” He went back to his mom animatedly telling her about what he had just experienced.

“Do you want to see the rest of the exhibit?” I asked my brother who nodded his head and retied his hair into his ponytail the streaks of green in his hair showing off and matching my streaks of blue.

“I do if that would make you happy. This is something that I wanted to do for you. I know that I dragged you through All Might’s exhibit here way too much when we were children. This is your turn to do the same thing to me.” I laughed a little bit fingering the end of my skirt and one last small boy came up to me.

“I have a water quirk as well!” He showed me a little bit of what he could do with his quirk and I got down to his level.

“That’s amazing! I don’t meet a whole lot of water quirk users they aren’t as common as they once were with so many varieties out there now. I’m glad though. That means that you’re going to work hard and one day become a hero right?” He nodded his head as I signed my name with my watermark across the bottom of it. I tried to make it look similar to my quirk as his older sister picked him up.

“He really loves your work, this is his fifth time coming to the museum when I’ve babysat him this month. I always let him pick where to go and this is what he always says. You’ve really inspired him. He didn’t think that he could ever be a hero until he saw you skidding past on your water on the news with the USJ.” His older sister told me and I bowed before the little boy hoping that one day he would become a hero and would join the small number of water heroes that we had.

“That’s great! I’m so glad that I was able to inspire you. I can’t possibly understand why because that’s the first time that somebody has ever told me that but thank you for your love and support either way.” I thanked him and my brother just took my hand with a small sigh.

“You don’t know why tiny come on, you’re one of the most inspirational people that I have ever met.” I sighed running a hand through my long platinum-colored hair.

“Kai, I know that but you’re my brother and you're supposed to say those kinds of things to me.” My brother put his arm around my shoulders pointing the painting in front of me.

“Hey, I recognize that artwork!” He reminded me and I looked at the picture next to it. I felt my heart melt and tears come to my eyes. It was my painting that I made when I was ten.

“That’s my painting…” He kissed my cheek with a small smile on his face. I linked my finger through his with a small smile on my face.

“It is tiny! That’s your signature right over there.” He reminded me and I laughed a little bit at my best friend.

“I had such bad handwriting back then, I can’t believe that’s the painting that bubble girl picked for this exhibit.” My brother leaned his cheek against my head with a small laugh. He slowly walked me to the next slide when I saw him fighting alongside All Might.

“I remember this fight, it was one of the first when they had to save a quirkless child…” I felt tears come to my eyes because that was so much of me when I was younger. I sympathized with the girl in the video and saw a lot of myself in her especially when I was younger being quirkless myself for a really long time.

“You watched that fight so many times, you still were watching it even when I got there. I could see why though you saw yourself in the girl and wanted to be saved by your hero. As much as you were like Nausicaa growing up you were every bit the little girl that you always were.” I stuck my tongue out at my brother and he lightly pinched at my cheek.

“Oh like you didn’t watch the same All Might fight thousands of times once you found your favorites. It’s no different.” I mocked and he just shrugged it off not even ashamed to admit the fact that I was right in every way. “Here’s his old costume!” He told me and I looked over at the old suit and tie that he used to wear back when he was a sidekick and had yet to find his own sense of style.

“I loved his old costume. It was something that I associated with him but I do love his new costume more because I feel like it suited his personality a lot more. It was bright and boisterous a lot like his true personality. I feel like he buried and hid a lot from me even after he learned that he could trust me. I miss him so much Kai…” My brother nuzzled his cheek a little bit further into my hair squeezing me against his side.

“I know tiny, I miss him too. But he’ll always be with you in your heart as cheesy as that sounds when you say it out loud. I think of it kind of like Mufasa with Simba. Remember who you are…” I laughed a little bit at my brother lightly shoving him.

“I still love that movie and you will leave it alone. I know that you’ve watched it to death but I also know that if you had to have a favorite Disney movie that would be it.” Kai just heaved a heavy sigh as if I had just figured out that he wasn’t nearly as tough as he made himself out to be.

“Just don’t go spreading that shit around, Katsuki already teases me enough as it is for watching Fruits Basket. Even though he watches it with me now.” I smiled softly at the idea of the grumpy Pomeranian growing adjusted to having my brother in his life.

“I’m glad though that you two are getting along so well. It puts me at ease. I used to really worry about you that you’d never find love. I know that you were always secretly lonely especially in middle school when I started making other friends than Hitoshi. It wasn’t something that I planned on happening but I suddenly became somebody that people wanted to be friends with. I think a big part of it was making friends with Denki on the first day of school. He’s a bit of a social butterfly.” I joked and Kai just sighed a little bit but I could tell that he understood.

“You’re super social too, you just get overly anxious about things that don’t even really matter. You let your brain get ahead of what you actually want otherwise you’d be pretty normal. I started off being really mad at you, I thought that you forgot about m on purpose. But you never truly forgot about me. You just got busy which is different. I realized that you deserve to have your own life away from me. I learned a lot through you mostly that it’s okay to grow up. We grew up together but remained children. And that’s how it’s always going to be tiny. I’ll always be there for you whenever you need me.” He reminded me and I felt tears come to my eyes as he lightly thumbed them away.

“Cry baby…” I stuck my tongue out at him lightly swatting his lower arm glaring down at my shoes with a sad smile.

“Come on Kai, we still have more things to see around here!” I dragged him to the next section of the Nighteye exhibit which talked about how he had created his own agency. Even though I was already extremely familiar with his story it was still one that inspired me. He had come from being a sidekick to doing something truly amazing with his life.

“And so will you tiny, you’re already going to take over his agency with Mirio.” I looked at my brother realizing that I had said that aloud.

“Are you sure that you don’t want to join us, Kai?” My brother shook his head smiling softly at me leaning his cheek against my hair.

“No I’m alright, I’m sure. I would much rather maybe work with Katsuki one of these days. I don’t think I have the emotional strength to constantly save children from bad situations.” He squeezed my hand with a small smile on his face.

“Wow, already planning your future with our favorite tsundere?” I teased and he just sighed a little bit a bright pink blush on his cheeks.

“Well I-shut up!” I laughed at my brother as he followed me to the next booth over that had all the different types of merchandise that he had sold while he was alive.

“I can’t possibly judge you hun, I have done the same thing with Tenya so I don’t have a leg to stand on.” He laughed a little bit at me squeezing my hand. Kai snuggled a little bit further into my side moving one of the locks of hair out of my face.

“At least you two have been dating since you first started the school year. Me and Katsuki have been dating since last month.” I looked at my brother with a small smile on my face. I couldn’t believe that my brother had actually found happiness, even if it was with the last person that I expected it to be.

“Well you know as much as I do that I have problems in my relationship too that we’re working through. He makes me a better person and I’m so happy around him.” Kai smiled softly at me leading me to the last of the major exhibits here. It focused on various clips of him saving children when he became the sunshine hero.

“There we are again tiny!” He told me and I smiled softly at the moment on the screen. It was him, Mirio, Kai, and I getting ice cream together taking a break from the stuffy office work. I walked out of the room and something in the gift shop caught my eye.

“Can I peak into the gift shop really fast?” He sighed but nodded his head as I bolted for the gift shop and found the pillow that I was looking for. This was a new item. It was in the shape of a sun and had his glasses on them.

“Hand it over tiny, I’ll get it for you.” I sighed dejectedly wanting to pay for it myself but not wanting to break out into a heated debate in the middle of the gift shop.

“Do you see anything that you want Kai?” My brother paused looking at the All Might pillow that was in the bin next to the Nighteye ones. They were also a new design, they must have made them to match one another.

“I want to get that one.” I laughed a little bit at my brother biting back the teasing jab that I had inside of me.

“I’ll get it for you then. If you insist upon buying me everything then I want to buy you at least one thing. Hand the pillow over.” He tossed me the pillow and I laughed a little bit at my brother taking it up to the register to buy it for my brother.

“Here you go Kai, one more thing to add to your ever growing collection.” He mimed his hand with a higher pitched voice only changing my name instead of his.

“I know that I have a problem, it’s not my fault that there is hardly any merchandise for him. Where to next oh navigator? Back to the train?” My brother tapped his foot a little bit checking his phone for something.

“How about mini golf?” I cheered dragging him out of the museum as he fumbled a little bit with how fast I was going.

“Tiny slow the hell down I can’t keep up with you when you get like that.” I stopped outside of the train station my brother heaving for breath.

“Geez, you get so excited about the weirdest things. It’s just miniature golf. You always kick my ass anyways.” My brother leaned against my side waiting for the train to appear and I just sighed a little bit apologetically.

“Sorry, I guess it’s just been a while since I’ve felt this happy. I put on a brave face and a smile but it feels more forced now I guess. When I’m not around Tenya it’s just like oh there’s a person coming I’ve got to put on that fake smile and tell them that I’m fine.” Kai tucked a lock of hair behind my ear and I saw him sigh a little bit.

“You don’t have to do that shit around me. I hope that you know it’s normal to not feel happy all the time. I know that you’ve been through a lot lately but you’ve not been coming to me for help. Did you eventually decide what you’re going to do therapy wise?” I nodded my head with a sad smile on my face. I had already scheduled my first appointment for it on the first official day of summer break.

“I decided that Mirio made a really good point and that I can’t keep living like this. I need help Kai. I know that I do. It’s been four months and I’m still not getting any better. I’m still stuck in mud and I can’t get out.” Kai bundled me up in his arms making quiet noises to try and comfort me. He was always the person that could do the best job at getting me out of my own head. It wasn’t the easiest job in the world, especially lately but I still loved that my brother was able to do it so effortlessly.

“I’m really proud of you. I’ve been thinking about seeing a shrink myself for my own anger problems. I want to be better. I want to be able to see you with your other friends and not feel this burning sense of possessiveness. It’s not healthy. I’m already working on making more friends in my class. Mostly with Ari’s friend Honenuki. He’s a good guy.” I laughed a little bit against my brother’s chest at the memory of the boy that looked so unique.

"Litzy has a major thing for him, they’ve only met a few times though. I hope that she gets over her shyness around him really soon. I think that they’d be super cute together.” My brother pulled back from the hug just doing one more quick once over to make sure that I was alright physically.

“He likes her too, a lot. Ari teases him about it all the time. For somebody that spend basically the better part of four weeks mooning after their partner they sure are cocky.” I laughed a little bit at how self assured the partner of my best friend had turned out to be.

“Part of me hopes that Litzy will get to have her quinceanera for the entirely selfish reason that they’ll get together in the process.” Kai leaned against me waiting for our train to approach the station and I felt the familiar gust of wind. This was a much faster train then the one that we had taken to get here. I always loved sitting on the bullet train and watching the world go by.

“Come on tiny, I know that you hate having to stand on these trains. Let’s go snag us a pair of seats.” I followed my brother to the back of the train sitting down next to him. I leaned my head against his shoulder once we were seated kicking my legs back and forth.

“I heard that the mini golf place has a new course themed to Nighteye. Do you want to see it or would you rather be surprised.” I muttered softly be surprised next to him. I can’t really say that I was surprised with all the new things that were going around for my hero. There was a reason that people said we don’t even know what we have until it’s gone.

“It seems that everybody is doing things for him. It makes me a little bit angry if I’m being entirely honest.” I blinked in confusion at my brother as I watched the world go by outside of the window with rapt attention.

“Why? I mean I’m not exactly surprised. People never appreciate the underdogs while they’re here. It’s just something that I’ve become accustomed to. I’m just glad that he’s getting the love that he so deserves now. Besides, that hero mini golf course has a bunch of courses for different heroes.” I shrugged it off like it was nothing but Kai just leaned against me.

“I think it’s because he worked his ass off. If I hadn’t have been such a big All Might stan I might have joined your side across the road. After knowing him as well as we did it just seems like the world’s biggest coup out. I know that you’re happy because you get to celebrate his life but to me it just is offensive. It just seems like they’re milking his legacy sometimes. That segment at the museum wasn’t what I was expecting it to be. They barely even mentioned the things that he did in his life only how he died.” I hadn’t really thought about it at the moment but my brother has usually made a decent point. He had always seen things through a more cynical pair of glasses while I was the more optimistic type.

“I don’t think about that but you’re probably right hun. I’m sorry that you’re feeling that way. I wish that people celebrated him when he was here too. But I’d rather it be the way that things are. I was his biggest fan and that makes me happy. I was there before everybody else. That makes me the trendsetter.” I joked hearing my brother’s soft laugh.

“I love you Mitsu.” I smiled softly. He hardly ever used my real name it was almost always the nickname that he gave me when we first met ‘tiny’. He only said my name when he reminded me that he loved me.

“I love you too Kai. More than anything.” Kai took my hand in his and I felt the familiar comfort from my brother coming off him in waves. The bullet train came to a steady stop and I stood up dusting off the hem of my skirt as we walked to the mini golf course.

“Alright prepare to go down this time, I’m ready.” My brother threatened and I rolled my eyes already picking the Miss Joke designed ball and putter.

“You best be ready to eat those words, this game is one of the few that I’m confident at. I love playing miniature golf. We start at the Thirteen?” My brother nodded his head going first and made it through the hole. I saw his eyes light up with a bright cheer.

“Hole in one! I got a hole in one, suck it.” I rolled my eyes at him softly chuckling at him. Leave it to my brother to be absolutely obnoxious over the littlest of things. I putted my ball watching it go the same route that my brother did before sinking into the hole as well.

“What?!” I heard my brother’s indignant squawk but unlike him, I would not a show-off about this. I grabbed my ball walking along the sidewalk to the familiar next hole.

“That was just round one tiny, I will beat you at this game.” I softly laughed at my brother retying my right ribbon.

“We’ll just see about that, now is not the time to get cocky Kai.” I watched him put the ball through the right of Miss Joke’s laughing emoji eyes. I heard the familiar laugh that went along with it as he skipped over the hole.

“Aw, man!” I laughed a little bit at my brother moving to stand next to him and I went through the middle of the bright smile. I watched as the ball softly rolled to the hole.

“You went a little bit too hard through the left side. I’ve learned that when playing this hole your best bet is to shoot it through her smile. True you won’t get the laughter sound effect but you will get a hole in one.” I taught my brother watching as I saw him angrily try to get the ball into the hole. I shook my head at the familiar impatience levels that he had.

“Also this is not the game to play angry.” I teased him twirling a lock of hair that was sticking out of my ribbon.

“Yeah yeah tiny, move along.” I chuckled lightly at him as he finally made the shot that he wanted. I walked down the pathway seeing the next shot. I felt a tear come to my eye when I saw the group in front of us make the shot and the notes of Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life come out of the speakers.

“I didn’t know that they were going to do that…” I handed my brother a tissue and he just dried his eyes and went for his shot. He went through the ramp and out the other side into the hole on his first try. Seeing my brother smile softly at the sky.

“Thanks for everything…” I smiled softly at my brother pushing his foot lightly out of my way since he was blocking my path to success. It went up the ramp and out the other side of the sunshine and saw that it also went through the hole on its first try.

“Can I take a picture of the course?” I asked one of the workers and he nodded his head as I took the picture editing it and posting it with crying emojis to my Instagram.

“This next hole is new too! It’s a FatGum one!” I told my brother excitedly since I had been following the hero since I met him when we went after Chiasaki together.

“Really?!” My brother sprinted to catch up with me as he went first and it stopped just before the hole and I saw the lines of irritation go over his face.

“Don’t let it get to you little brother. I might miss this shot too.” I reminded him as I made the shot stopping even farther back and shot him the look you see expression.

“See? Sometimes I miss the shot too and you don’t see me throwing a childish fit.” My brother put his arm around my shoulders with a small smile.

“You’ll still beat me at this round anyways. It’s just how it works sometimes.” I watched my brother make his shot and he went into the hole. I went after him hearing the sound effect that made me smile. They had recorded his voice saying great job. I knew that Ei would love this course so I sent him a picture of it with exclamation marks.

“How is Kirishima doing by the way? Has he made a move on Mika-chan yet?” I shook my head with a heavy sigh.

“It looks like they are going to be pining after one another for quite some time brother of mine. At least you’re not best friends with one of them.” I joked and watched as my brother went first into the Best Jeanest course.

“No but I talk with Mika a lot, she’s cool.” I laughed a little bit at my brother knowing that was the closest thing to a compliment that the shy girl was ever going to get from my usually surely brother.

“Can we get ice cream after this?” I saw my brother nod his head and I cheered with a bright smile on my face. We would have to get back onto the bullet train to go to the hero ice cream shop close to school. It was hard to believe that it was now early afternoon. We had gotten an early start to the day but still, it felt like the day had flown by and it left me wishing that it hadn’t. I made a mental note to start doing these siblings' days more often. I made it through the Best Jeanest course in three tries. The holes started to get tougher from here on out. I almost never got a hole in one doing the All Might course which was the last one.

“Whoever loses has to buy it. I’m only saying that because I am for sure going to lose since you’re kicking my butt right now.” I chuckled at my brother as we went to the Eraserhead course, another newer one it looked like. It was right before the older All Might course. It made me really happy that Dadzawa was getting the respect that he had worked so hard to earn. It made me happy that this place was still making new courses and scrapping the ones that were no longer relevant. I was relieved to see that they had replaced the Endeavor one with a Hawks one. I saw next to it one for the bunny hero Mirko one next to it.

“This one could be difficult…” My brother thought to himself before just taking his best shot and going through the right ramp that would lead him to the hole in one shot.

“Kai! That was awesome, I don’t think that I’m going to get a hole in one in this one despite my admiration for this hero.” I bit my lower lip trying to go through the right wing that would lead me to get a hole in one in the Hawks course.

“Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby…” I muttered watching it spiral around before deciding that the luck was on my side and it went into the hole.

“Barely went through it Kai, you were all in that one. I thought that I wasn’t going to make it.” I walked with my brother watching a younger family at the Mirko course. The younger brother was trying to get it through the proper ear that would get him to the other side.

“Does that remind you of somebody?” I jokingly asked my brother who heaved a heavy sigh running a hand through the base of his ponytail.

“Can it tiny.” I laughed at my brother as the little boy made it through the right ear and got a hole in one as his parents picked him up encouragingly. My brother went next as my phone buzzed and I got a series of surprised emojis from Ei.

“Tiny, your turn to try, I made it there but not a hole in one. I should have known not to trust the rabbit.” I laughed at my brother and went down the left ear that caused me to go straight to just outside the hole.

“I think I can trust the rabbit. There are very few females in the top ten heroes right now so I’ve got some mad respect for her. Thanks, Miro!” I thanked the hero giving her a thumbs up and my brother just chortled with laughter at the fact that I had just thanked a miniature golf course. He went through the end at the second try and I just lightly putted through it.

“Now we have to do this beast, this looks like a nightmare happened. I think Hitoshi would still get a kick out of it though. There are so many paths how do you know which one is the perfect one. And of course, they had to make it above the water on purpose just to screw me over.” I listened to my brother’s ranting and laughed a little bit as he overanalyzed the hell out of the course in front of him. He eventually decided to aim for the perfect ramp that he thought would take him to the end course before the bottom opened up and I let out a shocked laugh when his ball went straight directly into the water.

“OH, YOU SON OF A BITCH!” He ranted and I couldn’t help but fall into hysterics of laughter. This was just too priceless.

“Alright laugh it up tiny, this is highway fucking robbery.” I glared at my brother jerking a thumb behind me at the parents with kids behind us. I watched all the color drain even farther from his face.

“I’m sorry about my brother ma’am. He gets really irritated with this game and didn’t know that there were children behind us.” I lightly smacked my brother upside the head in a chiding fashion and he just huffed a breath sitting down at the end of the course to wait for me obviously stewing his own fumes right now. I made the shot that would allow for me to stick the landing on the other side and smiled brightly when it didn’t wind up like my brother’s shot in the water. My brother just smiled softly at me as I made the final shot.

“Good job tiny, but can you get through the All Might course.” He taunted and I saw the familiar behemoth course.

“I’ll let you know when I get there.” I sighed a little bit angling my ball to go right through the middle and let out a sound of surprise when it did.

“No way!” My brother got excited right as the ball went into the proper hole at the end of the course. I gave my brother a tight hug, usually, this was the course that put me into the water because I would do it in the wrong fashion.

“Good job tiny! I’m proud of you.” Kai cheered for me as I crossed the course and got my ball. He handed in our cards to the worker and we went on our way back to the bullet train to get some ice cream. This time we spent it in companionable silence. That was the best thing about my relationship with my brother it led to me being able to not have to talk if I was getting too tired. He ordered my ice cream for me and we went back to the UA dorms.

“I’ll see you soon alright tiny? I promise I’ll eat lunch with you more often and drag Katsuki with me.” I laughed a little bit at my brother.

“I’ll hold you to that, thank you for today Kai. It was amazing!” I thanked my brother taking my new stuffed animal and he just shrugged it off.

“It was nothing, now go give that to Hitoshi before I never hear the end of it.” I balanced my best friend’s ice cream and handed it to him with a wink on the way back to my own dorm room for some much-needed downtime after all the excitement of the day.

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On The Loose: released official fourth single from Flicker, including a radio edit, lyric video (rip), official video, behind the scenes video, Basic Tape remix, Slenderbodies remix, acoustic version, acoustic video, and vertical video So Long: performed unreleased song on piano throughout Flicker World Tour dates Mirrors EP: released on vinyl for Record Store Day 2018 Seeing Blind: released acoustic video, live video, and radio single in Australia Finally Free: released song for Smallfoot soundtrack and live video recorded at the Greek Theatre, Los Angeles Flicker (song): released as a radio single in the Netherlands Flicker featuring the RTÉ Concert Orchestra: released live album in Ireland, featuring nine songs including an official live version of previously unreleased song So Long

81 tour dates: across Europe, the Asia-Pacific, and the Americas, playing arenas, amphitheatres, state/regional fairs, and large theatres Featured opening acts & special guests: including Wild Youth (Killarney), Julia Michaels (Europe), RuthAnne (Dublin), Lewis Capaldi (Glasgow), Hailee Steinfeld (London), Maren Morris (NZ, Australia, the Americas), Jayda (Manila), Ming Bridges (Singapore), Sugar Me (Tokyo) Setlist: featured 14-15 original songs and 3-4 covers Regular covers: Dancing in the Dark (Bruce Springsteen), Crying in the Club (Camila Cabello), Drag Me Down and Fool’s Gold (One Direction) Covers for select tour dates: Dancing in the Moonlight (Thin Lizzy - Dublin night 1), Where the Street’s Have No Name (U2 - Dublin night 2), Won’t Back Down (Tom Petty - Greek Theatre LA, Red Rocks & others), New York State of Mind (Billy Joel - Jones Beach Theater, Long Island), Life in the Fast Lane (Eagles - final September tour dates) Filmed Red Rocks show: for potential future release Top 50 worldwide tours of 2018: selling more than 445,000 tickets

BBC Biggest Weekend: played a six-song set on the second day of the festival in Swansea Reputation Tour: special guest for Taylor Swift’s first night at Wembley Stadium, performing Slow Hands together RTÉ Concert Orchestra special: performed nine songs from the Flicker album for broadcast in Ireland, later broadcast in France & South Africa Sounds Like Friday Night: performed acoustic version of On The Loose & interview  New York State Fair: played the headline show on the final day of the fair Official livestream: of Flicker World Tour Amsterdam show, in partnership with Live Nation, for a global streaming audience Late Late Show: performed Slow Hands on London episode Virtual reality concert: made London Flicker Sessions show available on MelodyVR platform

Sounds Like Friday Night: interview on BBC RTE: interview with Eoghan McDermott, as part of RTE Concert Orchestra Special The Project: interview on Australian TV The Voice Australia: guest mentor with Delta Goodrem Today Show: interview on Australian TV Sunrise: interview on Australian TV Studio 10: interview on Australian TV Late Late Show: guest on London show, brief appearance on show in October

TalkSport: co-hosted breakfast radio show in January & September Dubai Desert Classic: played in Pro-Am with Rory McIlroy and a competition winner, and participated in a golf clinic, helping two of his Modest! Golf clients gain entry to the pro event US Golf Masters: ambassador for Drive, Chip & Putt competition Ladies golf: signed Maguire sisters to Modest! Golf, announced Ladies event for NI Open in 2019 Ryder Cup: played in celebrity match & Team Europe ambassador BMW PGA Championship: played in Pro-Am with the winner of a BBC Children in Need charity auction Sky Sports British Masters: played in Pro-Am Interviews: ESPN, SkySports, BBC Radio 5, Golf Channel, Bunkered, Ladies European Tour, The Irish Times, Golf Magic, among others LUFC: provoked an infamous Twitter clapback from Leeds United Modest! Golf: supported four players who have secured tour cards for 2019

Irish referendum: supported the yes vote to legalise abortion March for Our Lives: supported cousin’s participation in march for gun control US politics: publicly denounced Trump (again) US mid-term elections: urged US citizens to vote

Horan & Rose: hosted the second edition of the charity gala & golf event, upping the total money raised for charity to £1.5 million to date Charity t-shirt: released second charity t-shirt raising funds for Cancer Research UK and the Kate & Justin Rose Foundation Rays of Sunshine: hosted teens at Flicker World Tour London soundcheck & show, donated Jingle Bell Ball Santa shirt for charity raffle Charity auctions: donated items for multiple fundraisers, including a signed guitar & VIP concert experience for a Grammy auction raising $4,500 for Musicares Foundation; signed boots to a Small Steps charity auction, raising £1,130; signed artwork; signed guitar to Cystic Fibrosis Foundation auction, raising €4,000 Anti-bullying Week: supported efforts to stop cyber-bullying on Twitter Instituto Projeto Neymar Jr: supported Brazilian football superstar’s work providing education for kids in Praia Grande, Brazil World Cancer Day: supported Cancer Research UK’s Unity Band initiative LauraLynn Hospice: spent time with kids in hospice care before Flicker World Tour Dublin show

BBC Radio 1 Breakfast Show with Nick Grimshaw: how real are these Niall Horan ‘facts’?, can Niall Horan remember his own lyrics? BBC Radio 1 Biggest Weekend: when Niall Horan met Shawn Mendes BBC Radio 1 Biggest Weekend with Matt & Mollie: Niall Horan answers questions he’s never been asked before EW: Niall Horan listens to Dua Lipa, Springsteen and more on tour - check out his exclusive playlist Billboard Pop Shop podcast: Niall Horan on new song 'Finally Free,' 'disappearing' after tour to work on next album & 8 Years of One Direction MORE FM: Niall Horan talks about his “intimate” connection with NZ The Edge afternoons with Jono, Ben & Sharon: Niall Horan talks about being mates with Dan Carter The Edge 30: Niall Horan says NZ is his favourite country to perform in Nova 969 Smallzy’s Surgery: could new Niall Horan music be on the way? Nova 969 Smallzy's Surgery: Smallzy’s backstage tour with Niall Horan Nova 969 Fitzy & Wippa: exclusive chat On Air with Ryan Seacrest: Niall Horan recalls best Flicker World Tour moments so far FUN 107 The Michael Rock Show: Niall Horan surprising secret to great hair Walk 97.5 Christina Kay: interview Coup de Main: interview - Niall Horan on his upcoming NZ show, recording live, and honesty in writing ‘Flicker’  Coup de Main cover story: interview - eye to eye with Niall Horan GQ Italia cover story: Niall Horan: my life after One Direction George Ezra & Friends the podcast: Series 2, Episode 1 Zeit Leo: "I get restless very quickly." Singer Niall Horan has a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder. How music helps him, he tells here.

GQ Italia: Music Issue cover shoot Paul Smith: guest at Paris fashion show and spent time with the designer in his studio Revista GQ: Niall Horan is, right now, the only person who knows how to wear a shirt with undershirt as it’s done in 2018 Fashion Bean: best-dressed men of the week

US RIAA certifications: Slow Hands 3 x platinum, This Town 2 x platinum UK Official Charts certifications: Flicker x gold Australia ARIA certifications: Slow Hands 5 x platinum, Flicker x gold Canada Gold/Platinum certifications: Slow Hands 5 x platinum, Too Much To Ask x platinum Chile certification: Flicker x platinum Songwriting awards: BMI London Pop Awards Song for Slow Hands, BMI Los Angeles Award Winning Songs for Slow Hands & This Town  Spotify milestone: Flicker surpassed 1 billion streams in June 2018 Billboard #1s: achieved his 9th solo Billboard chart number 1, with Too Much To Ask reaching #1 on the Dance Club Songs Chart Billboard Year-End 2018: achieved album, song, radio, social and artist entries on the year-end charts US radio: On the Loose became Niall's fourth Top 20 single on Hot AC radio, and fourth single to chart on Mainstream Pop, Hot AC & AC radio formats, reaching #22 on pop radio Hollywood Music in Media Awards: Finally Free nominated for Original Song - Animated Film RTE Choice Music Prize: Slow Hands nominated for Irish Song of the Year iHeartRadio Awards 2018: winner of Best New Pop Artist & Best Lyrics (Slow Hands)

April: using soundchecks to come up with ideas October: wrote a tune on the piano November: ‘3 days into making tunes and it’s feeling good !!!!!’, ‘exciting watching ideas come to life in the studio’, in the studio with Julian Bunetta & John Ryan in Los Angeles I / II / III / IV, RuthAnne Cunningham tells CelebMix she will be writing with Niall for NH2 December: ‘exciting week of writing’, writing session with Jamie Scott, Mike Needle & Dan Bryer in London, ‘very much in writing mode’

Everyone loved Niall: and Niall loved everyone, but especially Hailee Steinfeld, whom he quietly dated while avoiding the media circus which often surrounds celeb relationships.

Soundcheck Q&A and Meet & Greets: made fan engagement a central part of his Flicker World Tour experience Golf events: made time for fans who came out to see him play at pro-am events Maintained boundaries: called out fans for taking creep shots & obnoxious behaviour Calmed audiences: and looked out for the wellbeing of fans at his shows, especially in Latin America Twitter & Instagram: read and responded to fan tweets and questions with a mixture of sincerity, gratitude, brutal honesty, and humour Jade: made one young fan’s night (/life) by inviting her up on stage to dance at the Allentown Fair show

Baby Marit: melted hearts everywhere offering reassurance to two new dads

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