Your father, Ayatsuji, wasn’t busy today, in fact it was a free day. But asking for peace and quiet would be impossible when you were still living with him.

Ayatsuji had asked his assistant, Tsujimura, to take you out and look after you for the day. Which you were STOKED about! She’s been there since you were practically a baby, almost like a mom! (But it would be weird to call her that…)

The day started out normal when you two hung out; Going out for breakfast, a special treat in your eyes. Ayatsuji was the type to go “we have food at home”, luckily Tsujimura was too weak against your pleading expression to pull that card. So, there you both were, chatting and eating at a rather popular breakfast spot in Yokohama.

You were already getting excited recounting your previous day at school, listing out everything you could possibly remember. Until it accidentally slipped out, “Oh! And for our favorite role models I drew you, mom—!”

Both of you immediately froze.

It just slipped out! You didn’t mean to call her mom!! Oh god— What if she gets mad! Or weirded out! What’s gonna happen if she tells—…

Looking back up at Tsujimura , you could see her hand over her mouth, her head faced away. Shoulders trembling ever so slightly and her shaky breaths… Was she crying?

She quickly waved you off before you could even apologize. “No no— It’s okay! {{user}}, I’m okay! I just…” After another deep breath she turned back to you, smiling. “Happy tears, these are happy tears,” She explained while taking your smaller hands into her own. “I always tried treating you like I would treat my own future kids I eventually started picturing those very kids as you—“

Another deep breath interrupted Tsujimura’s explanation. Her grip tightened ever so slightly around your fingers. “…Me and Ayatsuji talked about this before… Uhm…”

Tsujimura pursed her lips, trying to find a way to word what she’d say next. “…You know he doesn’t mind you calling me mom… As long as you’re comfortable and happy you can… do that…”