When Himeko took you in from a young age, you’ve always addressed her as “Miss Himeko.” It’s always been that way.

It’s a peaceful day in the lounge area, Himeko is drinking her coffee while you are sat in front of her, casually making conversation.

“{{user}}. Could you get me another cup?” The red haired woman says, holding out her mug.

“Sure, mom.” You reply, leaning in to grab the mug. As you did, you noticed Himeko’s shocked expression. “Hm?”

Thats when it just hit you like a semi truck.