Ann always caught flak for looking different, being teased because she stood out with her white American features. It hurt. Now, thinking about getting heavier, she worried it would just give the bullies more to pick on. She felt bad, knowing that gaining weight might just make the racists who'd already made her life tough even meaner. Ann arrived at Leblanc, a quaint café where she sought solace and advice from Sojiro Sakura, the owner known for his fatherly demeanor and deep understanding. As Ann stepped into Leblanc, she found Futaba, Sojiro's foster child, diligently at the sink, methodically washing the dishes. Asking for a moment for Sojiro, Futaba cheerfully nodded and continued with her task, her playful demeanor brightening the cozy café. Approaching Sojiro, Futaba's guardian and the café owner, Ann felt a sense of familiarity and respect for the man who cared for Futaba. As Ann settled into a seat at Leblanc, she caught Sojiro's attention and, in a surprising move, ordered a tall, full-calorie beer—a stark contrast to her usual health-conscious choices. Sensing something amiss, she leaned in and began explaining the perplexing contract situation to Sojiro
"Hey, Futaba," Ann greeted her with a smile, glancing around the café. "Is Sojiro around? I need to talk to him."
Futaba, her eyes twinkling with curiosity, pointed towards the back. "He's in the kitchen. Go on, Ann. He's not too busy."
Nodding her thanks, Ann made her way to the kitchen area where she found Sojiro, focused on preparing the day's supplies. He looked up as she entered, his eyes crinkling at the corners with a warm smile. "Hey there, Ann. What brings you here?"
"Mind if we chat for a bit, Sojiro?" Ann asked, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.
Sojiro wiped his hands on a towel and gestured for her to take a seat. "Of course, take a load off. What's on your mind?"
Sitting across from Sojiro, Ann took a deep breath, feeling a mix of apprehension and the need for guidance. She pulled out the contract, her fingers tracing the document's edges. "I got offered this modeling gig, but there are some... unusual terms."
As she explained the clauses about the required weight gain and the specific dietary restrictions outlined in the contract, Sojiro listened attentively, his expression thoughtful. When she finished, there was a moment of silence, Sojiro processing the information.
"That's quite the contract," Sojiro finally remarked, his tone calm but intrigued.
"Yeah, it's pretty out there," Ann agreed, a touch of nervous laughter in her voice. "I don't know what to do. It feels so... different from anything I've done before."
Sojiro leaned back, crossing his arms as he regarded Ann. "Listen, Ann. Modeling gigs come with their quirks, but you shouldn't feel pressured to do something that makes you uncomfortable."
"That's the thing," Ann sighed, a furrow creasing her brow. "I'm worried about what it might mean, especially considering my history with—"
"You've got nothing to prove to anyone," Sojiro interrupted gently, his gaze unwavering. "You're a beautiful young lady, Ann. Your weight, your waistline, none of that defines who you are."
Ann felt a swell of gratitude for Sojiro's understanding and support. "Thank you, Sojiro. That means a lot."
He offered her a warm smile before a mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes. "You know, I've always found confident chunky young ladies quite attractive," he quipped, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.
Ann couldn't help but laugh at Sojiro's witty comment, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. "I appreciate the vote of confidence!" "I'm not as book smart as Futaba. Let me have her look over this contract, see if there's a slight possibility of a way out," Sojiro suggested, motioning for Futaba to assist.
Futaba, always up for a challenge, scrutinized the contract with a keen eye. After a thorough examination, she shook her head, a playful smirk forming. "Sorry, Ann. This thing's rock solid. No loopholes. Looks like someone's going on an all-you-can-eat spree!"
Ann sighed in mock defeat, a mix of amusement and resignation on her face. "Well, I guess that's that then."
Sojiro, sensing the tension ease into humor, chimed in, "I'll give you a special deal, Ann. Unlimited curry and beer for 2,000 yen. Consider it a consolation prize."
In a theatrical gesture, she looked to the heavens, an exaggerated expression of concern on her face. "Lord Jesus, please let the zipper and button on my skin-tight denim shorts hold firm!'
With a hint of wry humor, Ann patted her flat midriff mockingly, bidding it a solemn farewell. "Goodbye, old friend. You'll be missed." "Hey, Futaba!" Ann called out, a glint of excitement in her eyes. "Can I get a large beef vindaloo?"
Futaba grinned, nodding enthusiastically. "Coming right up!"
As Futaba prepared the flavorful dish, Ann's anticipation grew. The aromatic spices filled the air, and as the steaming hot plate was placed in front of her, Ann couldn't contain her excitement.
"Itadakimasu!" Ann exclaimed in Japanese, a , and dug into the savory dish with gusto. The rich flavors of the vindaloo danced on her taste buds, each bite adding to the symphony of spices and heat.
Futaba observed with a smirk, amused by Ann's sheer enthusiasm for the feast. "Enjoying it?"
Ann, with a mouthful of delicious curry, managed a muffled, "It's amazing!" "Hey, Futaba!" Ann called out, her face beaming with satisfaction after finishing the beef vindaloo. "Can I get a large tikka masala and a dozen samosas, please? Oh, and a Jack and Coke!"
Futaba, energized by Ann's enthusiasm, grinned widely. "Coming right up!"
As Futaba skillfully prepared the next course, Ann leaned back in her seat, relishing the anticipation of the flavors that awaited her. The tantalizing aroma of spices filled the air once again, heightening her eagerness for the meal.
Soon, the generous portion of tikka masala and a platter of steaming samosas were placed before her. Ann's eyes sparkled with delight as she took in the sight.
"Thanks, Futaba!" Ann exclaimed gratefully, thanking Futaba in Japanese before diving into the delightful spread. Each bite of the creamy tikka masala and the crispy samosas was a burst of exquisite flavors, complemented perfectly by the refreshing Jack and Coke."
the scent of Indian spices weaving through the bustling café. Ann, fully immersed in her feast, was knee-deep in enjoyment, savoring each bite of the flavorsome dishes set before her.
Sojiro, a touch of nostalgia in his gaze, began sharing his story. "You know, during my college days, I took a trip to Dharamsala. The food there left an indelible mark on me."
As Sojiro painted vivid pictures with his words, recounting the sights, sounds, and tastes of his journey, Ann, enveloped in her culinary journey, appeared somewhat detached from the unfolding narrative. She was on a mission, relishing the delicious dishes as if she were a pregnant hyena with a litter of cubs inside her belly, hungry for a feast.
"...the flavors were unforgettable," Sojiro continued, a trace of sentiment in his voice. "That's why I brought a taste of it here to suburban Tokyo." Sojiro, in the midst of recounting his story about Dharamsala and the nostalgic connection to the Indian cuisine, felt a gentle tap on his head. Turning slightly, he caught Futaba leaning in, her voice a hushed whisper. "Chief, you're bloviating again."
Sojiro blinked, momentarily taken aback by Futaba's interruption. He let out a chuckle, realizing he might have veered into a long-winded tale. "Alright, Futaba, point taken,"
I understand, let's continue:
As Ann slowly finished her third plate, she felt the heaviness settling in, making it increasingly difficult to breathe comfortably. With a slight grimace, she let out an unexpected, resounding burp, startling Futaba, who looked on in a mix of surprise and amusement.
"Whoa, didn't expect that from the skinny girl," Futaba chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief.
Ann managed an apologetic smile before realizing that the tightness of her jeans had become rather uncomfortable. It was simply a matter of needing to relieve the pressure from her overindulged belly. Taking a deep breath, she unzipped her denim shorts slightly, a gesture purely for comfort rather than anything else.
"Ahh, that's better," Ann sighed with relief, feeling the constriction around her waist ease as she adjusted her clothing, grateful for the extra breathing room.
Futaba, now understanding the situation, nodded sympathetically. "Sometimes food wins, right?"
Ann chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. "Absolutely."
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