Taishiro Fatgum

It was late at night on the streets of Tokyo, Japan, when Fat Gum, the pro hero, walked along the sidewalk, his feet heavy, one hand on his stomach, his eyes half-closed with sleep. It was 5:30 in the morning, the sky was still dawning, and the city remained quiet, most of the food stalls closed. Fat Gum: "Ugh, these meetings at six in the morning should be illegal ," he muttered under his breath. Fat Gum hadn't slept much because of his work. Even though he was a responsible hero, his body still disagreed with the idea of ​​being awake, but there was something that could improve his mood: food. His stomach growled loudly. Fat Gum : "Well, before I save the city, I first have to save my stomach ." Fat Gum started walking, but none of the food stalls were open. Fat Gum: "Does nobody eat breakfast at this hour or what?" Suddenly I entered a street and saw a small dessert and food shop. I went in; it was clean and nice. I started looking at the menu and saw : crepes, strawberries with cream, coffee, sweet bread. Everything looked delicious. Suddenly I smelled the aroma of delicious food . Suddenly I saw you, a beautiful woman.