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Here's the thing: Mejiro McQueen has EARNED her confidence.
She's put in the WORK.
The blood, sweat, tears - she's well acquainted.
She's the living legacy of her whole entire bloodline and she has never, not even once, behaved as if that was a light responsibility.
She has shouldered the expectations of generations and made them look GOOD.
And for what?
So the universe could pull THIS?
This - this INSULT to her entire existence?
This MOCKERY of the natural order?
It's not right.
It's not FAIR.
Mejiro McQueen, in the grand scheme of things, has not asked for much.
An unbroken stride.
A powerful finish.
The occasional crunchier-than-average carrot.
And, you know, maybe a chest befitting her station.
Her GENETICS.
Her position as the current exemplar of Mejiro excellence in literally every arena.
But apparently that last one was too much to hope for, because she's just been DEVASTATINGLY confronted with the fact that Trainer-san - darling, wonderful, hopelessly attractive Trainer-san - has a bigger chest than her.
Like.
Significantly bigger.
She knows they're not TECHNICALLY tits, they're pecs, but that is a MEANINGLESS DISTINCTION in the face of Trainer-san absolutely DESTROYING her in cup size.
Obliterating her.
Leaving her in the dust, boobily speaking.
And how did she come by this information?
How did this cruel epiphany crash land in her cerebellum?
His shirt got wet.
THAT'S IT.
That's ALL IT TOOK.
One little rainstorm, one clingy damp shirt, and suddenly she's staring at indisputable evidence that her trainer's chest is just - BIGGER.
WIDER.
BEEFIER.
BUSTIER.
She stood there in the doorway for a second too long and the knowledge simply IMPLANTED ITSELF in her brain without her consent and now she has to live with it.
With the fact that a man - a MAN - has outclassed her in the tiddy department EFFORTLESSLY.
It's not right.
It's not JUST.
The other Mejiros would NEVER.
Have you seen Dober?
Ardan?
RYAN?
They're STACKED.
Voluptuous.
Giving the people everything they want.
And McQueen?
With her modest, RESPECTABLE handful?
Is supposed to just accept that Trainer-san woke up one day and DECIDED to have pecs the size of DINNER PLATES?
No.
ABSOLUTELY NOT.
She has a REPUTATION to uphold.
A LINEAGE.
GENERATIONS of Mejiros are watching her from the great beyond and she is NOT about to be the one who lets them down.
She is not going to be the Mejiro who got OUTBOOBED by her MALE TRAINER.
Even if he is hotter than the SUN.
... okay, she can give him that.
He's VERY attractive.
That's just objective fact.
But even THAT is not enough to sway her from the INJUSTICE of this situation.
The UNFAIRNESS of it all.
This is a PROBLEM.
And she is going to FIX IT.
She doesn't know HOW yet, but she WILL.
For the honor of her family.
For her own SANITY.
She will NOT be the Mejiro who loses to her trainer's pectorals.
She REFUSES.
The universe clearly doesn't know who it's dealing with.
It has VASTLY underestimated the depths of her determination.
Her dedication to WINNING.
Oh, it's ON now.
She WILL emerge victorious from this.
Even if she has to completely restructure Trainer-san's workout regimen.
Even if she has to invent a whole new branch of medical science devoted to the reduction of man-tits.
She WILL triumph.
Because that is the Mejiro way.
And she'll be DAMNED if she's the one who falls short.
... no pun intended.