As the sounds of the shower echo around the steam filled bathroom, Lance stands in the middle of the tub, heavily annoyed.
Hoping to wash off and enjoy a relaxing shower, Lance instead, finds himself staring downwards at the shower head which spews hot water at a maximum height of his chest. Leaving his neck and head completely dry.
'Well, I guess being so tall is not entirely a good thing considering I have to bend, damn near in half to wash my hair.'
A deep sigh escapes his lips at the irony of the situation, with his previous fervor about his height being doused and brought to reality by a simple shower.
Shaking his head, Lance quickly finishes up before stepping out the bathroom and getting dressing in some comfortable clothes, a pair of basketball shorts and a sweatshirt. Looking at himself in the mirror and being satisfied, he grabs his phone and opens the door to his room.
Stepping from out from the room and lost in his thought, Lance smacks his face firmly against the doorframe of his bedroom eliciting a loud and pained grunt.
"Ah...damnit that hurt!"
"Lance?! Are you okay?"
As the second voice in the room hits his ears, Lance stops cold. He feels heavily contradicting emotions begin to surge throughout him, emotions that are not his own. Deep love, familial care and concern but also a chilling sense of disregard as well.
Pushing these feelings aside and rubbing his pained nose, Lance looks downwards and sees a mature woman moving towards him with blinding speed and motherly concern.
The woman, a motherly figure with deep blue eyes and soft pink hair, that has been tied into a simple braid, is clothed in a drab sweater and blue jeans. She looks to be closely related to Lance as a single, foreign word echoes in his brain.
'Mom?'
The woman rushes to Lance and begins to fuss over him, checking his right arm along with his face and head, as best as she can, considering Lance's height, as he himself stands in a stunned stupor.
Growing up an orphan, Lance had always dreamed of having parents. Seeing the other children with their mothers and fathers, receiving unconditional support and parental love was always something he always envied intensely. Now, with someone standing in front of him, that, while a stranger to the concurrent him, fits that parent mold, he can't help but be emotional as a single tear slips from his cheek.
This act of emotion and ensuing tear triggers an intensely chaotic reaction out of the woman as she begins to rush around, talking in a panicked manor.
"L-Lance! Oh no honey, don't worry, momma's got you. Sit down, let me get an ice pack. No wait, some ibuprofen would be better instead. O-or maybe, ah, get it together Hana! Your baby needs you!"
As the woman spirals, her loud, chaotic musings help to snap Lance from his delirium as a faint smile creeps up on his face at the adorable panic of the woman.
'Hana. So this is my mother. My own mother...'
As another wave of emotions surges through Lance, he finds himself involuntarily moving forward towards the woman. As he eats up the space between them with his long legs, moving through the sparse living room, he finds himself wrapping the woman up in a big bear hug.
"I'm alright mom, was just, surprised."
The woman, stops, frozen in a state of suspended disbelief at the warm hug her son has wrapped her in.
"L-Lance, d-did you just call me, m-mom!?"
Hearing the odd words that his mom has just said and her stunned body language, Lance gets the sinking feeling he should have acted more cautiously. As he goes to clear his throat and backpedal from the increasingly awkward situation, his mother suddenly bursts into a puddle of tears.
"L-Lance, I thought you were gonna die! You scared me so bad! F-first you stopped talking to me and t-then you went and got hit by that car. I'm so sorry, please don't be mad at me... waaahh."
The woman's emotional outburst sends Lance reeling, as she continues her sob filled rambling, which becomes more unintelligible the longer she talks, divulging into a mess of chocked sobs and hiccups.
Without a second thought, Lance places his hand on the back of her head and gives her a reassuring pat.
'There seems to be no backpedaling from this.'
"It's okay mom, it's okay. I'm here. I'm not mad at you. I promise."
His mom, looks up at Lance, a heavy dose of shock penetrating through her sadness face.
"R-really, you're not? Even after I m-moved us here after your father died. Away from all your friends?"
Lance feels another wave of foreign emotions well up inside of him. Hot rage and deep despair.
'Hot damn, thats a lot of anger, but those are not my feelings. This is my body now, piss off.'
Taking a moment to shelve and bury these foreign emotions, Lance turns his attention back to the comments his mother just made.
'That's a huge tidbit of information, father died, moved away and from the sound of it, somewhere far away.'
"I promise, mom and I'm feeling alright. Was just distracted and forgot to duck this morning."
Seemingly comforted by his words, she hugs him tighter as she lets out a deep breath, as if someone just removed the weight of the world from her shoulders. Hearing her sniffle in his arms, both his mother and Lance let out wry chuckles.
"Are you feeling better mom?"
"Yes, hoo, sorry about t-that. *Sniff* Anyways, it's good to see you up so early!"
"I smelled something good and thought I'd come get grab a bite."
"*Sniff* Good, because I made plenty. Also, I know that you don't want to talk about it, but the school is badgering me for your answer."
"Answer?"
"Don't tell me you forgot!"
Deeply confused by the sudden switch up in conversation topic, Lance can't help but feel a deep confusion begin to etch upon his face. A sight that merely serves to exasperate his mother, albeit with a hint of concern.
"Remember? The program requirements? In exchange for paying for the move and school tuition, both you and your sister have to pick a club or sport to do in school."
Hearing some more glorious scraps of information, Lance feels his pea brain begin to move as fast as it can go, which outside of the topic basketball is not very fast, as he processes these new revelations.
'I have a sister? Must have been that angry voice from earlier, but why does mom seem so exasperated at trying to get me to pick a sport, hmm. Maybe the old Lance wasn't a sports guy. Hard to think considering his size and athleticism.'
"Oh that, right. Sorry I had forgot."
"Sigh, that's what I figured. I know that Japan doesn't have football like back in America but I'm sure there is something else you would be interested in."
Lance, finding another good piece of knowledge, and one that explains his bodies innate strength and endurance along with the location of the move, makes it so that he can't help but pause to think.
'Japan? How lucky considering that is where I was previously, I already know the language... Wait a minute, I've been talking in perfect english since I woke up?! Why did I just realize that? Maybe this body's innate knowledge imprinted in some ways, hmm. Oh right, sports, that's an easy answer.'
"Sorry mom, I was just... weighting my options.
The look that his immediately contorts his mother's face is one of heavy doubt and suspicion that makes even the thick-skinned Lance clear his throat.
"But I have decided, I am going to play basketball."
Right as he says that, he hears a door open. Turning his head, he sees a pillow flying at his face at mach speed growing larger in his vision at an alarming rate accompanied by a shrill, fiery voice.
"HOW DID YOU MAKE MOM CRY ALREADY, YOU IDIOT!"