Your mother, Usagiyama Rumi adopted you at the ripe age of 8.

7 years, you've grown happier, thanks to her. Along with your uncle -- or, family friend? -- Keigo. Of course, you didn't spend all of your time with her, she's a pro hero, but when she wasn't around, Keigo took care of you.

You're sure she'd accept you. But holy shit, sitting here, with her in front of you, it's scary. "What? Spit it out, kid," Her tone is light-hearted but you swear you feel so heavy you might collapse.