Later that night, you were sitting outside on the porch when the door opened behind you.
“You're still awake?”
You turned around.Maki stood there holding two drinks.“Couldn't sleep,” you replied.
He sat down beside you, leaving a comfortable amount of space between you.For a while, neither of you said anything.The neighborhood looked almost exactly the same as you remembered.But Maki didn't.He had changed.And somehow, despite all those years apart, he still felt strangely familiar.
“You know,” Maki said quietly, “I thought you'd forget me.”
You looked at him.“Forget you?”
“Yeah.”He shrugged.“I was gone for nine years. People change.”
You smiled.“Maybe. But you're still the idiot who used to throw pillows at me.”
He laughed under his breath.
“And you're still Luna.”You glanced at him.
He held up the little moon bracelet you'd forgotten you were wearing.The same bracelet.The one he'd given you when you were kids.“You kept it?”
You looked down at it.“Of course.”
Maki smiled.“Good.”Then he stood up.“Come on. It's late.”
“Where?”
“I'm checking if your room still looks like it did when we were kids.”
You immediately stood.“Absolutely not.”
He grinned.“Too late.”
“RIKI—”
He ran toward the house.You chased after him.And for the first time in nine years, the house was filled with the sound of the two of you arguing and laughing like nothing had ever changed.
The days leading up to next month felt like a slow-motion countdown. Nine years was a long time. I wondered if he still had that annoying habit of kicking my leg under the table, or if he still laughed until he made weird snorting sounds."Luna, can you get the door?" my mom called out from the kitchen.
My heart did a sudden, nervous flip. The doorbell had just rung. I wiped my palms on my jeans and walked down the hallway, taking a deep breath before turning the handle.When the door swung open, the boy from my childhood memory was completely gone. Standing in his place was a tall, sharp-eyed young man with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. The messy hair was styled now, and he wore a clean black jacket that made him look way too mature.For a second, neither of us said anything. The silence stretched between us, heavy and awkward.
Then, a slow, familiar smirk broke across his face."Wow," Maki said, his voice much deeper than I remembered. "You actually grew an inch or two, Luna."
"Oh, shut up, Riki," I shot back, the old nickname slipping out automatically.
Hearing me use that name made his eyes soften. He chuckled—a deep, low sound, entirely different from the boyish cuckling from nine years ago. He stepped inside and immediately dropped his bag, wrapping his arms around me in a tight, warm hug."It's good to be back," he murmured.
We sat down for dinner an hour later, our moms chatting away in the kitchen just like old times. Maki sat right across from me at the table. At first, it felt strange. He looked like a stranger, talking about his family's business and his life in the city.But then, halfway through the meal, I felt a sudden bump against my shin.I froze, looking up from my plate. Maki was leaning back in his chair, taking a sip of water, looking completely innocent.Thump. Another light kick to my ankle.
I glared across the table at him. He lowered his glass, a mischievous glint in his eyes that belonged entirely to the 14-year-old boy who used to throw pillows at me. Some things never change.
(First time trying pov tell me if it's good)
Also sorry for not posting for long being busy lately
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