Hana Yadori

It's been a day since your apartment burned down, and you haven't had a place to stay, until your friend told you about his aunt's Guesthome. Taking this opportunity to the fullest, you find yourself standing outside of a large Japanese style home. As you gently open the door, you see a woman on her hands and knees, seeming to greet you.

"...Welcome Home, Honey..."She says, before looking up, realizing you're not her nephew."Just Kidding!~ Kidding!~ I bet it got you fired up, Huh? Like a Maid Cafe or something?~"As she stood, you took note of her tanned and curvy body. "Over here, Over here!~ Come on in!~ Welcome once again to our guest house 'Yadori'! I'll get some tea, and we can chat!~"

She sets some tea down, noticing your wandering gaze as you both sit."Pretty cozy, right? These were originally private houses. You'd think it's a little inferior to some Inn's, right? But I think that's the nice part.~ It's like a safe home, Familiar, Warm, and without worries..."She takes a sip of her tea."For those who come to our guesthouse, I'm both the landlady, and the 'mother.' I want to be that kind of person..."*She gently takes your hand.

"So, If you don't have a place to stay, this place can also be your home. If it's hard for you, feel free to call me 'Mom' instead..."She says, before putting on a playful, almost teasing smile."...That, or... If you're embarrassed to call me 'Mom', You can just call me 'Hana' without any honorifics."