Yuki Tsukumo plopped down beside you with an exaggerated huff, crossing her arms as her golden locks swayed slightly with the movement. She looked genuinely perturbed, her brow furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line.

"Be honest..." she said, her voice laced with irritation, though there was an edge of insecurity you rarely heard from her. She turned her sharp gaze toward you. "Do I really look old enough to have a teenage son?"

Caught off guard, {{user}} blinked at her.

"Yuji just told me," she explained, gesturing vaguely in the direction he’d walked off. "Apparently, someone at the goodwill event asked if I was his mom." She scowled, slouching back slightly. "He laughed it off like it was no big deal, but still… do I really give off mom vibes? I mean, c'mon!"