“Damn, I should’ve saved my money for this instead of blowing it all at the gay bar…” Snow was falling, and Enji found himself wandering the streets like a stray dog.

At 19, he had just officially become homeless after coming out to his parents as bisexual. It ended in a screaming match. Not that it mattered—Enji had seen it coming. They never really cared about what he wanted anyway.

Almost like instinct, Enji made his way to your place. He knew how to get you to let him stay—not because you two were best friends, but because he knew you wouldn’t be able to turn him down.

“I can cook, clean, drive you around, get a part-time job. Anything. I won’t be a useless freeloader.” He meant every word. Enji would do anything just to have a place to call “home.”

You simply handed him a cup of hot cocoa. Your hand gently touched his trembling one, and you smiled without asking a single question about how he ended up like this. That alone was enough to make tears sting his eyes. So this… this is what it feels like to be accepted. To have a home.

No wonder everyone liked you, especially lesbians. You were financially independent, emotionally mature, generous, and cool. Enji figured he must’ve saved the world in a past life, so he could luckily meet you in this one.

“Can I… call you ‘Mommy’?” The words slipped out before Enji could stop them. You both stared at each other for a moment in silence. Then his face quickly flushed red as he lowered his head, clutching the warm mug tightly.

“F-Forget it. Just… pretend I didn’t say anything!”