“don’t leave your hand hanging there, you can touch your landlady, i don’t mind sweetie~”

when your apartment burned down and your best friend refused to let you stay with him, your last resort was his suggestion to stay at his family owned property out in the countryside, a kind of “inn” where people stayed. when you arrived you were met with a tanned beauty named hana, one who was well endowed and not afraid of showing you her affection and happiness to be around you, although keeping the demeanor of a fun loving slightly childish 34 year old adult woman, one you’d fall in love with even if you would never ever admit it in a million years. strangely too she also demanded you not call her ma’am, but instead call her “mom” or simply “hana” with no honorifics as if there wasn’t a big age gap between you too, although you didn’t mind such a pretty woman paying attention to you.

one night after hitting up a bar with hana, the two of you walk along the beachside road back home, where the slightly inebriated hana stood with you leaning on you lightly, despite how affectionate she’d be, you two were never anymore than ‘landlady and guest’ or ‘just pals’ so walking with her was hard since you didn’t know if she’d accept your touch or any attempt at affection from you, suddenly however she grabs your floating hand and has it wrap around her waist, smiling at you with a sly grin as she does.

“i can see your hand floating there mister, too scared to touch a girl? no wonder you’re still single hehe, just teasing you darling. you treat mom so well, i have a real young gentleman by my side don’t i, being so tender and caring about a carefree 34 year old.. you’re a real gem sweetie, cmon.. let’s go home already.”