You guys begged and begged and begged for a Fatgum lemon but FYI, FATGUM IS 8'2!!! The average height of an American female is 5'4 and the average for a Japanese female, of which is the Reader's technical nationality, is 5'2. YEAH, HE'S A DAMN GIANT!!! Just look at the picture below, that's Fat compared to my height.

Heroes from all over Japan were brought together to one place for one reason only: To bring down the Shie Hassaikai. The Hassaikai is a gang, Yakuza as many like to call them. They've been around forever, just barely surviving. It wasn't until recent news that there came speculations the Hassaikai were responsible for a growing underground drug ring across Japan. Quirk enhancing drugs, bullets that neutralize quirks and more beneath the surface. What pulled everyone together to take down the Yakuza once and for all, was the little girl that lied hostage within the Hassaikai's abusive leader's gloved hands. Everyone deliberated, throwing around boundaries, plan B's, but the end goal remained on the mind from minute one to the end.

"It looks like we've all came to an understanding," Sir Nighteye, a fierce sharp dressed man, stood with his head held high at a podium. His face remained deadpan as usual, devoid of all emotion. His taunting gold eyes held a gaze as sharp as a fresh blades. He shifted his attention to a young girl who's stood off to his side of the room since the very beginning of this joint collaboration of Japan's finest heroes. "I'll provide as much aid as I can to all of you, any intel or services you can think of, be it old or new. I'll be sparing of my quirk since it has a cool down of twenty four hours which is where Miss Sasaki comes in," that lady from before had finally stepped forward with a bashful smile whereas she embraced a clipboard between her crossed armed chest. "Miss Sasaki has my same exact quirk... Although not as strong and different guidelines," Sir Nighteye regrets to admit. At that point, were they even the same quirk? "We both see into the future, except, her cool down time is far less. No more than four uses in one day, although she can forfeit one of those uses to see one day further into the future. Use her wisely everyone," Nighteye clamped down one of his stamps upon his podium, much like a judge with their gavel. "Meeting adjourned."

Nearly everyone dispersed, like a flock of birds. Most of the pros stuck around to get a folder of intel about the Hasaikai's latest movements and potential places where their stronghold could be, then left with the wind. A select few, some of Japan's better known and higher ranking Pros: Eraserhead, Ryukyu, Rock Lock and Fatgum, stuck around to converse a little while longer.

Miss Sasaki approached the three representatives of the Fatgum Agency. Three folders at hand as she gave the two teenagers their own. However, she quickly grew annoyed by Fatgum as he just couldn't stop stuffing his face with sweets of the savory variety. Too busy to pay her any mind that's for sure. "Fatgum," the woman spoke with a dark voice and it snapped the bulbous blonde out of his eating fit. "You know... It's not like you're fighting crime right now, you don't need to keep fueling your metabolism as if your life depends on it."

Kirishima and Tamaki blinked wildly as the woman basically just called their mentor a gluttonous slob. Fatgum too was taken by surprise. Wasn't this girl acting all bashful an hour ago? "You're not wrong," Fatgum stuffed his sweets into his coat pocket. "I'll hand you that."

"Sorry!" The girl suddenly screamed as she massaged a throbbing vein that occupied her temple. "It's been a long day and very few things get on my nerves. Loud eating is one of them," Miss Sasaki admits with a sigh.

"My apologies then," Fatgum bowed... As best as he could being the bulbous man he was. It really just came off as a head nod. "Food is everything to me. It never really crossed my mind that fueling my quirk could be quite bothersome on others."

Tamaki hid himself behind the hood of his suit. "I swear this internship is what gives me most of my anxiety..."

"If my loud eating bothered you that badly why didn't ya say anything sooner Tamaki?" Fatgum frowns.

"I hate talking even more..." He moaned.

Miss Sasaki gently rubbed the teenager's backside. "Poor thing... And I thought I had problems..." Easily embarrassed, clingy as all heck, and much more on the list.

"What's the other things that bother you, Miss Sasaki?" Kirishima asked.

"Don't be so formal, just call me (Y/n)!" The girl insisted. "Only my brother calls me by that name in public."

"That explains the similar quirks!" Fatgum snapped his fingers.

"Sure does," she beamed. "Anyways... I really can't stand loud eating, bone snapping, being talked over OH!" (Y/n) gasped. "Not that I should let you all in on my dating preferences, but Is it wrong to say I don't like bad boys?"

"Not at all," Kirishima snickered.

"Cool," she rubbed the back of her neck. "I genuinely don't find bad boy good looks and shitty behaviors attractive. It's kinda sexist, and rude. Like I don't wanna feel like I'm under the control of someone. Sorry if any of this is too much information or if I'm talking too much. I tend to babbel on for a while. It's not often I find guys, let alone anyone, who's actually invested in what I have to say!"

Fatgum on the other hand, didn't feel that (Y/n) was talking too much, not in the slightest. Clearly, someone's told her she's went on for too long in the past, and that only means they never cared for her in the first place. Nobody should have to apologize for being human. "Don't sweat it!" Fatgum cheered. "Depending on the day, I could yip my yap from dusk till dawn. Not to forget," Fatgum ruffled the head of his red haired apprentice. "This thing has quite a mouth on him too."

Kirishima chuckled, "guilty as charged."

"I haven't met so many warm and inviting heroes in such a long time," the girl admired the small group. "Over the years, the Pros have been slowly growing more intimidating and cut off from the world like Endeavor and Orca. My brother too!" (Y/n) remembers a time when Mirai was such a child in his adult age. He'd smile and crack jokes whenever he found the chance. Ever since he had a falling out with All Might, he hasn't been the same. "Welcoming or not, I really shouldn't talk your ears off because we have a little girl to save. Unless you three want to discuss business, I hope we all meet again."

"Actually," Fatgum hummed, and (Y/n) couldn't help but notice the man was slowly 'deflating' like a balloon by the second. His clothes become more and more baggy by the minute. Does he burn through fat THAT quickly? No wonder why he eats like there's no tomorrow. "Since nobody bothered to talk to you, I was wondering if you can use up all four of your quirk uses on me or... Maybe one of my kids? It could help us discover a lead."

"Oh..." (Y/n) actually wasn't expecting Fatgum to ask for her quirk in general.

He frowned. "Did you... Already use up your quirk for the day?"

"I haven't used it at all today actually," she reassured. "Just look into my eyes and I'll predict four days into your future."

"You have my full attention," Fatgum snickered and stared down upon the small female. She grew lost in the male's radiant amber before activating her quirk at full potential. He watched as her eyes grew cloudy, a misty lavender, antique movie reels formed images atop her eyes like a movie yet he couldn't understand a single image. They remained transfixed upon one another, Fatgum felt nothing but pure emotion pour out of him up until the very second (Y/n) could part ways with him with a disappointed sigh. "Did you see anything?" Fatgum rested a large hand upon her shoulder.

(Y/n) kept humming with a tinge of deeply rooted disappointment. "Nothing helpful..."

"Well," Fatgum too began to frown. "What did you see?"

(Y/n) grew flustered by the second. "N-Nothing..." She murmured.

"Your face says differently..." Tamaki pointed out.

"Dude!" Kirishima elbowed Tamaki, earning a high pitched yelp.

"I can say the same..." Fatgum peered behind himself at the two boys. "I just wasn't gonna point it out unlike them."

"I really shouldn't say anything..." In which she wasn't wrong. Nighteye tends to use his quirk whenever possible, but he rarely ever spoke of his visions unless it was absolutely necessary as it could drastically change the future. Only to turn around and claim that his visions CAN'T be changed.

"Oh alright, I won't pester you further," Fatgum had his ideas, but he feels (Y/n) is too easily an embarrassed person to enact on her visions. "The effort was appreciated though!"

"My pleasure," She hummed. "I'd be more than happy to help you out further. Keep my offer in mind."

"Same from me to you!" Fatgum waved. "I should really get my kids back to school."

"I won't keep you."

Much to (Y/n) and Nighteye's surprise, the Pro Heroes were quite neglectful of the help they were offered. Only Fatgum and the Nighteye Agency themselves were keeping updated on the Shie Hassaikai case and their gift of future sight. Ryukyu and Eraserhead were thankfully delivering regular updates but once again wanted nothing to do with future sight. Therefore, for days now, Fatgum's future remained stained upon (Y/n)'s mind like a parasite. That's one downside to (Y/n)'s quirk, until the next time she uses her quirk, the future of the last person she used it on will remain etched upon her mind, detail for detail. She mostly saw him eating a glutinous amount of food in the four days she predicted, but the final day in particular stood out, and it's not like she can forget about it either, which she cursed yet all at the same time it piqued her interest.

Nighteye peered up from the clutter of papers upon his desk, since his sister's unusual silence was unsettling. Usually she's talking his ears off, in which he found to be bothersome, but her silence was all the more uncomfortable. He had found the woman sitting in a lounge chair nearly in a coma like state. Even more concerned, Nighteye sat forward in his seat to get a better look for her eyes were illuminated by a ghostly lavender. Nighteye cleared his throat, "I take it you envisioned something vital to our investigation?" Because (Y/n) very rarely lingers on a vision of hers. Not unless it was significant in some way.

"Oh," Nighteye's words drew her out of her trance and she shook her head justly. "No... Not really."

"How many times do I need to tell you?" Nighteye shook his head in disapproval. "I can see right through you."

"Literally," she growled. That damned future quirk of his...

"What did you see?" He asked once more.

"Nothing important to the case," (Y/n) sighed.

"Yet it's bothering you so?"

"I- Um..." (Y/n) grew flustered just thinking about the vision. She's highly debating on how to break the news. Either come clean or Mirai's just gonna use his quirk to squeeze the truth out. EIther way, he's gonna know. "You know how Fatgum and I hit it off really well the other day?"

"I do," he hummed. Yet another topic she won't she the hell up about but he won't bring that up.

"I foretold him... Taking me out on a date tomorrow."

"And you're making such a big fuss about this... Why?" Such a waste of time.

"Brother... You haven't dated anyone since All Might's prime. As if you'd understand," (Y/n) rested one leg over the other and leaned back in her chair. "I haven't gone on a 'nice' date in years Mirai... They always end up in disaster because my date's usually rude or sexist or want more than just a 'fun time'... Even the last girl I went out with only went on a date with me because I'm a 'celebrity.' I can tell Fat is gonna be genuine it's just... I'm excited and stuff... I just don't want to mess it up or get too attached."

"Sister..." Nighteye took off his glasses and gave those strained eyes of his a firm massage with his fingers. (Y/n) looked at him awaiting his wonderful words of wisdom. That's what she assumed will come out anyways. "I don't condone dating a fellow Pro... But I could tell you both connected that day. I want you to go out there and have fun."

"Mirai-" (Y/n) awed, but choked upon witnessing Mirai's golden gaze fade away to a piercing purple. "H-Hey! I don't like it when you do that!!!"

"You say you're afraid of messing up," Mirai spoke as he viewed his sister's film reels of the future with careful inspection. "But all I see is you having the time of your life."

"Oh..." For once, Mirai wasn't being nasty or spoiling the future, just being a good brother. "You're so sweet."

"Much to my surprise... He's your soulmate. Don't worry about anything-"

"S-soulmates!?" She squeaked. "We've only spoken a few times!!!"

"I'm really not gonna argue against a ring around your finger."

Ring Ring Ring!!!

Went Mirai's desk phone. His eyes went back to normal and he pressed a button aggressively to put it on speaker. "What Bubble Girl?" He growled.

"Pro Hero Fatgum is here to speak with (Y/n)!" She spoke happily.

"What!?" (Y/n) jumped backwards throwing the chair she sat upon backwards as well as herself with it. "Oh no!!! It's happening!!!" She cried.

"Send him up..." Mirai put his glasses back on and held a stamp between his fingers. "For Fuck's sake get off the floor... You're thirty, not six. Act like it."

"Right when I thought you were being nice too..." She rolled off the chair and stood up. She blew the hair out of her face with a large huff of air and picked up the chair with reluctance.

"Well I have to get my baby sister to blossom somehow," Mirai shrugged. "Do you want me in here when he pops the question or would you rather I left?"

"Stay... Just stay," she told him. "You have work to do." She wanted moral support but she'd never admit to that.

"Fair enough," he returned to work without a care.

(Y/n) paced about the room, anxiety induced, until the very moment Nighteye's door was knocked up and in popped Fatgum himself. He was skinny today and out of uniform as it seemed. He lacked his black face mask and his hair, although still rather messy, but better kept and wind blown. He strolled in wearing a button up that fit his body nicely unlike the other times he was in his oversized hero uniform that was made to complement his bulbous form. He still looked nice in baggy clothes! But today, the white button up and blue jeans complemented his body nicely as if he was a model.

"Nice to meet you both again Mr. and Miss Sasaki," Fatgum was all smiles this very morning.

"You're making it sound like we're married. Just call me (Y/n), Fatgum!" She returned the smile happily.

"Same from me to you," Fatgum cleared his throat. "I know your name but you don't know mine! I'm not the formal type, so I'm Taishiro by the way. If you wanna call me Shiro, that's fine too." Because apparently Taishiro is too much of a mouthful apparently. It's a cute yet bearable nickname too.

"I like Taishiro," (Y/n) grinned. "Anyways... You come here for another vision or something?" Gotta make sure Fatgum has no clue she knows about the truth. Preserve the fun somehow right?

"Actually, I came here today not because of work but because of you. I MEAN!!! Because I wanted to see you! I um..." Taishiro was a stuttering mess and scratched at the back of his neck with a small blush to his cheeks. "I was thinking, after our phone call the other day, I want to treat you to a special night in town. The boys really seem to like you, and so do I. Maybe if tonight goes well, we can be more than just business partners?"

"After our phone call? All we talked about was the case," which makes no sense actually. Falling in love over a drug ring.

"I mean yeah, that's all we talked about," Taishiro was just as flustered as (Y/n). "You're a sweet girl and I thought we really hit it off the day we met. I figured the feelings were mutual."

"Yeah," (Y/n) hid her face behind her hand. "I like you too."

"A date then," he chuckled.

They stood there in silence for a minute. Then it hit her, "Wait right now!?"

"That was the plan," he suggested. "I wouldn't dress all nice if I were doing anything else."

Dressing to impress. "O-oh," she blinked then turned around towards her brother with a pleading look. He could only stare back thinking 'what the fuck are you doing? He's in your hands! Go on your date! "I got work to do and-"

Nighteye threw his stamp square between (Y/n)'s eyes hoping to knock some sense into her as she nearly fell to the ground in pain. "Be lucky that wasn't the steel one... Go on your date you workaholic brat..."

The Date and lemon will be on the next update. Hope you look forward to it!