so, the following fic is a commission I did. I will be posting the first part here, and here’s the link (https://archiveofourown.org/works/24759058) to which you can find the whole thing :) hope you enjoy!
“We didn’t realize we were making memories
We just knew we were having fun”
At five years old, you were already quite perceptive of life around you. You knew subconsciously that your parents were trying to give you the best life they could. You knew that the fights your neighbors had all the time across the street meant that they would be leaving the neighborhood soon. So, why did it surprise you when you woke up one morning to your mother’s baking and your dad helping movers? Waking up that morning, you had no idea that the new neighbor was soon going to become your best friend. So, let’s go back to that morning.
You wake up to sunlight streaming through your window and you slowly get out of bed. Your little baby feet pitter patter on the floor as you follow the smell of cocoa to the kitchen. Your mom is hard at work filling piping bags of frosting all while the stand mixer mixes away.
“おかあさん? What are you making?” you had said in your soft, baby voice.
Your mother barely looked up and was surprised to see you out of bed.
“みなさん, what have I told you about sneaking up on Mommy?” she had said.
“To not disturb” you had said confidently with your goofy little smile.
“Exactly. Now go wash your hands, breakfast is at the table.”
You followed her directions and pitter pattered off to the bathroom. You had pulled out the stool that was meant to help you reach the sink. You washed your hands singing the Alphabet song to yourself: “Ay Bee Cee Dee Eee Eff Gee” and once done you put everything back in its place and dried your hands. Then you had returned to the kitchen to see another kid at the dining table.
You had scrunched up your little nose and had scrunched up your brows. You watched in the doorway as your mother ruffled the child’s hair and set a plate in front of them. They thanked your mother and she had smiled at them.“おかあさん? Who is this?” you had said bitterly because how could another child just swoop in while you were washing your hands and be served what is supposed to be your breakfast?
The other child turned and looked at you, and that is when you realized that this was a BOY.
You had frowned even more and waited for your mother’s reply. “みなさん, this is our new neighbor...what has おかあさん and おとおうさん always taught you?” she said gently, noticing your expression. You sigh, “to be respectful” you mumble, the tips of your ears burning in embarrassment.
You practically waddle over to the table and sit down across from the BOY.
“I’m Tobio,” he whispers to you, and you almost miss how blue his eyes are.
You roll your eyes, grabbing your fork before whispering back, “I’m Mina”
“Nice to meet you” he murmurs and thus shoving a forkful of eggs in his mouth.
(hope you like this little bit. the japanese mean mother, father, and minasan)
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