A few weeks had passed since Emilia told her mum and dad that she wanted to become a model. Junko had made a few calls and managed to get her daughter a photoshoot to see if Emilia was going to crack it at being a model.

"Hey, Emi are you ready?" Junko shouted upstairs. The model was standing at the bottom of the stairs. She was holding Emilia's jacket.

"Yes, mum," Emilia shouted back as she appeared at the top of the stairs.

"Good stuff," Junko smiled. "We are ready to head."

Emilia walked downstairs wearing jeans and a pink top on. Her mother was also wearing jeans and had a black jacket on.

"Are we ready?" Makoto said as he walked into the hallway. He was wearing jeans and a heavy jacket.

"Yes, we are Sweetheart," Junko said as she shook her head.

"What?" Makoto said.

"It's not that cold outside," she replied. "There is no need to wear a heavy jacket."

"Hey, we are still in January, I want to keep myself from catching a cold."

"Alright, fine," Junko sighed. "I'm not going to argue with you. But don't complain when you start sweating and catch the flu."

"No chance!" Makoto smiled.

Junko rolled her eyes and handed Emilia her jacket.

Kyoko walked downstairs, holding some towels she used for the shower. She paused as she looked at Makoto. "Makoto it's not that cold outside."

"I've tried telling him Babe," Junko replied. "But he ain't for listening."

"I will be fine," Makoto said relaxed.

Emilia finished putting her jacket on. "I'm ready!"

"Emilia," Kyoko said, smiling. "I hope things go well for you."

"Don't worry aunt Kyoko," Emilia grinned. "I've got this!"

"That's my girl," Junko said as her heart began to melt. "Right let's go."

The trio left the house with Kyoko saying goodbye to them.

30 minutes later

The trio arrived at Junko's place of work. It was a two-floor building and inside was where Junko did all her modelling. Makoto and Emilia had been to the building plenty of times in the past.

The trio got inside, and they met a woman whose name was Yui Sato. She was roughly the sight height as Makoto and Junko. She had blue eyes and black hair. She was in her mid-30s. Her role was to get the correct clothes ready for the model to wear for the shoot.

"Hi, Junko," Yui smiled.

"Sup, Yui," Junko said. "It feels weirds that I'm not coming here for a shoot or to anything work-related."

"You've got the easy job. Look amazing, do a shoot, and you're done."

"I've got business meetings and other boring stuff as well," Junko replied.

"Ah business meetings everyone's favourite event," Yui said sarcastically. "Anyway, Emilia, are you ready to become a model?" She asked the young girl.

"Yes, I am," Emilia replied with determination and a fist pump to go with it.

Yui laughed. "She is certainly your mini-me Junko. Mother like daughter. Right, follow me to the changing room. Mr Naegi, you can be in the photoshoot room if you like?"

"I'll do that once I make a cup of tea," Makoto replied. Then he looked at his daughter. "Emilia."

"Yes, dad?" The young girl replied, looking up at her father.

"You've got this!" He smiled.

Emilia nodded. "I will be a model in no time."

"Come on let's head," Junko said.

Makoto watched the trio walk away. "I just hope Junko allows Emilia to model."

The trio headed upstairs and headed into a changing room.

"So what have you got Emi to wear?" Junko asked.

"Nothing special," Yui replied. "A few pair of jeans, skirts and tops. Brand new stuff, I may add." She walked over to the hanger rack and took jeans and a top from it. She walked over to Emilia and handed the clothes to the latter.

"Come out when you're ready, and I will take you to the shoot," Yui said.

"Ok," Emilia replied.

Junko and Yui left the changing room to allow Emilia the privacy she needed to get changed.

"I must say I'm surprised by all of this," Yui said.

"What do you mean?" Junko asked as she leaned against a wall with her arms folded.

"Not once have you nor Emilia said in the past that the latter wanted to become a model."

"Emi she wanted to become one as we entered into the new year, I was against the idea at first."

Yui sighed. "Because of all the creeps correct?"

"Yeah, but it wasn't just that," Junko said, shaking her head. "In this day and age. We have trolls who say nothing but nasty things. I've heard about what is written on social media, and some of it is toxic. I didn't want Emila to be faced with all of that nonsense. But I craved in and allowed her to become a model."

"You, Emilia and your hubby seem pretty confident that she can make it," Yui replied.

"Of course she can!" Junko said, annoyed. "Emilia is my daughter!"

"Alright, chill!" Yui said, putting her hands up. "I didn't mean to offend anyone. I was making a point. Emilia hasn't done a shoot before."

"I know that, but if Emilia is so keen to become a model. Then I'm sure she has watched me I how model and took that information in."

Makoto appeared holding a cup of tea. "Is Emilia getting dressed?" He asked.

"Yip," Junko nodded.

The changing room door opened and Emi walked out. "Ready!" She said.

"Ok, let's head to the shoot," Yui said.

She leads the family to the photoshoot room. A room that Junko knew very well.

Once they get inside, they saw a middle-aged female photographer with blonde hair getting her camera ready.

"Right on you go Emi," Junko said.

Emilia walked over to the shoot and waited for instructions.

"Hello young Naegi, my name is Fumi Ito," Fumi said. "Just listen to my instructions, and you will be fine. Are you ready?"

"Yes," Emilia said firmly.

"Good," Fumi said. She walked over to the young girl. "Right I need you to put both hands on your hips."

Emilia did as she was told. Fumi began to take a few pics from different angles.

"Good, now keep your right hand on your hip. Put your left arm down. Keep it close to your body. Then pull your right leg slightly.

Again Emilia did what she was told and got into the position that Fumi wanted.

However, on the sidelines, Junko felt Emilia was doing the pose all wrong. "Hey Emi, pull your right hand up a little bit more to your rib cage. You're doing the pose all wrong."

Emi pulled her right hand up a little bit. "Like this?" She asked.

"Perfect Emi," Junko smiled. But it quickly vanished when Emilia returned her right hand to her hip.

"I don't like my hand being up that high," Emilia replied as Fumi took a few pics.

"Emi!" Junko said, annoyed. "I'm trying to help you here."

"Mum, you're not the one taking the pictures!" Emilia said, annoyed. "Miss Ito is in charge. If she wants me to pose in a certain way, I will do it."

"Emi! You will be a rubbish model if you don't listen to me!" Junko said in anger. "I've been doing this for over 10 years. I know the poses, so if you want to be as good as me and not a rubbish and useless model. You will listen to ME!"

Emilia froze in horror as Junko's words hit her hard. "I'm not useless," Emilia said almost in tears. She ran out of the room, leaving Junko horrified by what she had said.

"What have I done?" Junko said as she burst into tears. "I call my daughter useless."

Makoto let out a sigh. "I'm going to find our daughter, and once I do, she will finish her shoot while you and I have a little chat."

Before Makoto got a chance to move, Junko walked out of the room quickly.

Makoto shook his head. "I'm sorry about this."

"Why are you saying sorry for?" Fumi said. "This isn't the first time. I've seen a mother trying to ensure their daughter copies them. It always in tragedy because the daughter wants to be themselves and not their mothers."

"Yip, couldn't agree more," Yui added.

"Right," Makoto said. "Ito, could you finish the shoot. If I get my daughter back in here."

"Of course," she replied.

"Thank you. I won't be more than a few minutes."

"Do you know where to look?" Yui said.

"Changing room," Makoto replied. "If Emilia isn't in there. Then it will be a massive game of hide and seek. It's a good thing I made this cup of tea."

He left the room and headed for the changing room. He knocked on the door. "Hey, Emilia are you in there?"

"Leave me alone!" She shouted.

Makoto sighed. "I'm coming in if you like it or not!" He opened the door and saw Emilia sitting on a chair with tears running down her face.

Makoto closed the door and drank some of his tea. Then walked over to his daughter. He went down on his knees and put the cup on the floor and wrapped his arms around Emilia.

She responded by putting her arms around Makoto and cried into his shoulder. "Mum called me useless."

"She didn't mean it," Makoto said softly. "She angry like you were on new years day. Do you remember what you said to your mother?"

"I said I hated her," Emilia sobbed.

"Yes, but what did you do when you saw her again?"

"I said sorry to her, and we spoke to make things better again."

"That's right," Makoto replied. "Your mother only wants the best for you. Because she has been a very successful model, your mother, no doubt, thinks her ways of modelling is better than everyone else. I think its important to go with a style that you're happy with. Which hopefully your mother will agree with she calms down and thinks."

"But what if mum was right?" Emilia said weakly.

"About what?" Makoto asked.

"That I could be a rubbish model? That I will never be as good as her."

Makoto began to laugh. He pulled back to look at his daughter. "Are you kidding me, Emilia? You are the daughter of Junko Naegi. I have little doubt that you will be a fantastic model." Makoto's face became serious. "You should never compare yourself to your mother. You are you. Would it bother you if you made loads of money and became very famous but nowhere the levels of your mother?"

"No," Emilia said, shaking her head. "I would be happy that I became a famous model."

"Good," Makoto smiled. "Besides your mother is only super famous because she was dating Kyoko and me at the time. Something which was unheard off in Japan. Anyway, I will go and find your mum and speak to her while you go back and finish your shoot. Come on, clean yourself up."

"Dad thank you," Emilia smiled as she hugged him.

"You can thank me when you get flying results in the photoshoot."

Emilia released her hold on her father, allowing him to grab his tea and stood up. Emilia went to the bathroom to clean up her face.

Makoto finished his tea. "Mmm that was good," he said. Then he sneezed.

"Daddy, are you ok?" Emilia said, running out of the bathroom.

"Yes, it was me letting out a sneeze… It's pretty hot in here, isn't it?"

"It's because you're wearing that heavy jacket dad," Emilia said. "Mum and aunt Kyoko were right. You didn't need to wear that jacket."

"Yeah yeah," Makoto replied. "Come on, let's head back."

The pair left the changing room and headed to the photo shoot room. Emilia headed inside to continue her shoot.

"Now, where do I find my wife?" Makoto asked himself. "If only Kyoko was here. Her detective skills to be helpful here…" He shook his head. "Second thought, no that would be a bad idea. No doubt, Kyoko and Junko would find an empty room to make out."

Makoto looked around on the second floor to find Junko. But he didn't have luck on his side. He headed downstairs and went into the staff room to find Junko sitting on a sofa with her hands over her face.

Makoto began to smile as he had thought of an idea. "Hey Kyoko, I've found Junko." He said.

Junko jumped slightly, and she pulled her hands away to look at Makoto. "You brought Babe here?" She said weakly. Makoto saw Junko's face, and it was wet due to the tears.

"No, I thought I would say it. So, I could get you to look at me," Makoto replied.

"Argh!" Junko moaned. "That wasn't fair!"

"And calling our daughter useless was?" Makoto replied coldly.

"Sweetheart… I didn't mean it," Junko said weakly as she hung her head in shame. "I lost my temper."

"I know," Makoto said as he walked over to the sink and put his cup down. He walked to Junko and sat beside her. "Remember how Emilia said she hated you when she lost her temper. She didn't mean it. But you two spoke afterwards, and everything was fixed."

"Sweetheart, I know what I need to do…it's just," she sighed.

"You can't bear to look at Emilia correct?" Makoto said.

"Yeah, I shouldn't be one calling her useless. It's me that is useless."

"Junko," Makoto sighed. "You're not useless. You're talking rubbish about yourself because you're feeling down. We all have said stupid and did stupid stuff in the past. We are only human. Emilia wants to become a model, and you've allowed her the chance. But you need to let her learn the ropes by herself. She won't get anywhere if you try and force your style of modelling onto Emilia."

"But I'm successful," Junko replied.

"Yes, I know," Makoto replied. "But do you not agree it's important that Emilia tries and find her own style. Instead of being a carbon copy of you?"

Junko's eyes widened in realisation. "You're right."

"I don't think Emilia will mind if you give her a few tips. But it's important to let our daughter be her own person."

"I agree with you, Sweetheart," Junko said, shaking her head. "Argh! I feel stupid. Thanks, Sweetheart, making me see sense."

"That's all I seem to be these days. Emotional glue and someone to have sex with," he laughed.

"But your 'glue' after sex is yummy," she said playfully.

Makoto rolled his eyes. "I'm glad Kyoko isn't here."

Junko burst out laughing. "You love it, Sweetheart." Junk stopped laughing and went quiet. "So where is Emi?"

"Oh, she is finishing off her shoot. I spoke to her and gave her one of my awesome speeches, and she was good as new well almost. You two need to speak."

Yeah, I know, also awesome speeches?" She looked at her husband.

"Yeah, I seem to know what to say at the right time to pick someone up. It must be a hidden talent or something. You and Kyoko have it too. The number of times you two have picked me up over the years."

"It's called love," Junko said with a warming smile. "I love you, Sweetheart. That will never change." She leaned over and kissed him. "Can you do me a small favour?"

"I'm not having sex with you in this building."

"No!" Junko said horrified. "Can you take off your jacket please."

"Fine," Makoto groaned. Then he turned away to sneeze.

An hour later

The photoshoot was over. Emilia was in the changing room, getting changed back into her clothes. While Makoto, Junko and Yui were in the photoshoot room looking at the pictures on the computer.

"Looks like we have a second model in the family," Makoto said chuffed.

"I'm proud of our little Emi," Junko said, feeling proud.

"Mother like daughter," Yui said. "Pure talent. Junko you said you were her agent correct?"

"Yip," Junko nodded.

"Well no doubt when the bosses see this, they will have a contract in hand for you and Emilia to sign."

"I know," Junko smiled. "But I will ensure my daughter's safety comes first if that is not the case. Then I'm leaving this joint."

"If you didn't have such a strong following, then your threats of leaving would fall on dear ears," Yui replied.

"I'm aware," Junko said, folding her arms. "But it's a good thing I'm in such a strong position. I mean jeez, if I wanted to, I can go independent and pick jobs as I choose."

"Or you could start up your own modelling company?" Makoto said.

"Fuck that! All of that paperwork? No, thanks!"

"I could give you advice on how to deal with paperwork," Makoto replied. "Since I've been dealing with paperwork since I left Hope's Peak and returned. Plus I will be doing more when I become Headmaster in the summer."

"I don't fancy running a whole company," Junko said. "Anyway, I'm away to speak to Emi."

Junko left the room and headed towards the changing room. She knocked on the door. "Hey, Emi are you still in there?"

"Yes!" Emilia shouted.

Junko took a big breath and opened the door and headed inside.

"Hey…" Junko said as she looked down at the ground. "Emi, I'm sorry. I lost my temper, and I said stuff, that I regretted straight away."

"Mum, it's ok," Emilia said softly. "I said stuff that I wish I didn't say. When I said, I hated you a few weeks ago."

"Emi," Junko said, lifting her head to face her daughter. "Regardless of what you said to me. I as your mother should never call you useless. The last thing I want is to put you down before you even get a chance to model. Your father made me realise something."

"What is that?" Emilia asked.

"It's for you to grow and develop your own modelling style instead of me trying to make you a carbon copy of me." Junko walked over to Emilia and got on her knees. "Can you forgive me?"

Emilia smiled, and she hugged her mother. "Yes."

"Oh Emi," Junko said in relief as she hugged her daughter back. "Thank you."

"Mum, I really enjoyed myself today," Emilia said softly.

"Your father and I have seen the pictures, and you look amazing. We are so proud of you Emi! You've got a bright future in the modelling business." Junko pulled back and looked at her daughter with a firm look. "We will work together to see what you are most comfortable with. But as your mother, your safety is my top and most important priority."

"I thought loving daddy was your top priority," Emilia teased.

Junko began to giggle. "You rascal… Come on, let's get out of here and head home."

Junko and Emilia left the changing rooms and headed back to the photoshoot room to find Makoto missing.

"Your dad must be downstairs getting his jacket," Junko said.

The pair headed downstairs and went into the staff room to find Makoto's jacket still hanging on the wall.

"Where did he go?" Junko said.

Yui walked past the pair and headed towards the fridge.

"Hey Yui, have you seen my husband?" Junko asked.

"He is in the bathroom, he said that he needed to blow his nose," Yui replied as she opened the fridge.

"Thanks," Junko replied. "Emi let's wait for him."

Before Emi got a chance to reply, Makoto appeared.

"Ah good, both of you are here," he said. "Are we ready to go?"

"Yes, but are you ok, Sweetheart?" Junko asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he lied. Makoto began to get the feeling he had caught the early stages of the cold. "Do you two want to head out the town for a few hours? I will buy lunch."

"Yes please," Emilia replied, put both of her arms in the air. "After all that hard work. I'm hungry," she joked.

All three adults started to laugh.

Hours later

Makoto, Junko and Emilia were in the car sitting just outside the house; it was a good day out. However, Makoto's health fell apart as the common cold hit him hard. Junko drove the trio home, so she could Makoto rest.

"Right, you're going to bed mister," Junko said.

"I'm fine," Makoto said, sounding ill with his nose fully blocked.

"Listen to mummy," Emilia said. "She will protect you."

"From what?" Makoto asked.

"From aunt Kyoko."

"Your mother won't protect me from Kyoko. Once she finds out, I've got the common cold. Kyoko will have meds and everything else at the ready to help me overcome this stupid virus."

"Hey, Babe and I love you very much," Junko said warmly. "We want to make sure our hubby is healthy."

"Yeah yeah," Makoto sighed. "Argh!"

He got out of the car as did Junko and Emilia. Makoto went to the boot and picked up a few bags of shopping.

"I will take them!" Junko said firmly. "You! Bed! Now!"

"Alright fine, stop being an overprotective wife for five seconds please!" Makoto groaned.

Junko smiled at her husband. "Five seconds, huh? I think I can do that."

Makoto let out a groaned.

"Come on, daddy," Emilia said as she stood at the front door opened. "If you don't hurry up. I will tell aunt Kyoko that you're sick."

Makoto's eye widened in fear, and he rushed into the house and went upstairs.

"Geez Emi," Junko giggled as she headed into the house.

"He was stubborn," Emilia replied. "I only want dad to get better."

"What's wrong with Makoto?" Kyoko said as she appeared from the living room.

"Our husband has got the flu," Junko said.

Kyoko sighed. "I will go and get the meds and that. But before I do that, how was the shoot?"

"I passed with flying colours!" Emi replied with a fist pump.

"Yeah, Emi looked amazing, I have little doubt that a contract is coming her way," Junko said, feeling proud.

"That is very good to hear," Kyoko smiled at the pair.

"So how was your day? The house must have been quiet with just you and Kira."

"Yes, it was," Kyoko replied. "I did a bit of cleaning, while Kira has been in his room playing his video games."

Emilia began to giggle. "Maybe I could convince my brother to become a model."

Junko burst out laughing while Kyoko looked amused.

"One day of modelling and my little Emi is full of confidence," Junko said.

"It would be amusing to see you ask him," Kyoko replied. "I better go and get the meds."

"Mum, I will put the shopping away," Emilia said as she took the bags from her mother.

"I guess I'll head upstairs then to get changed," Junko said. She headed upstairs.

While Kyoko and Emi went into the kitchen, the latter started to put away the shopping. It wasn't much, to begin with. So it wouldn't take Emi long.

Kyoko grabbed the meds and headed upstairs to the master bedroom where she found Junko only in her bra and pants while Makoto was lying on the bed sleeping with his heavy jacket lying at the bottom of the bed.

"I like that sight very much," Kyoko smirked.

"What me being almost naked or Sweetheart sleeping?" Junko giggled.

"The latter," Kyoko smirked.

"Oh, you tease!" Junko said, disappointed.

Kyoko let out a low chuckle then she looked at Makoto. "The cold must have hit him hard."

"Yeah, Sweetheart got worse by the minute," Junko replied as she put on a t-shirt and yoga pants.

Kyoko put the meds on the bedside table. "At least he is home and sleeping."

"Yip, and out of that heavy jacket," Junko said, looking down at her husband. "He looks cute, doesn't he?"

"That he does…and he is all ours," Kyoko replied.

"Yes, he is," Junko said warmly.

Thank you for reading.

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