#eigth post

“hi my name is m/n! i’m your neighbor from next door. this is my husband, d/n and my daughter, y/n.” your mom smiled while grabbing you by your arm, giving you a warning to get off your phone and have some manners.

you put your phone away into your back pocket and gave the lady a smile.

“aww, why thank you m/n! these cookies look wonderful, are they homemade?” your mom nods, knowing good and well that her “homemade” cookies were actually just pre-made cookie dough from the nearest store.

“well thank you, would you guys like to come in?” the lady asked, gesturing her head towards her living room.

if only you had a choice you would’ve said no, yet your mom just had to say yes as your mom placed her hand on your back and slightly shoved you towards the door. nearly making you fall forward, you walked into the house and could already smell the aroma of f/n for some strange reason. there were still some unopened boxes that were scattered around the house yet it was pretty much put together. you thought you were over f/n moving, but being inside of the house was overwhelming you with nostalgia.

the lady had then called down her son downstairs to greet the three of you as she sat you and your family down on the couch. the boy dashed down the stairs and jumped over the couch in a blast of energy. now getting a good look at him, he’s even cuter in front of you instead of seeing him from afar. you guessed he was about two years older than you based on his strong physique, but he was actually the same age as you.

he was tall; looked about 5”10 1/2, had abs, veiny big hands, shit, even his muscles had muscles. he had golden short hair that was parted to the right with a black lightning-shaped streak on the left of his side fringe. once again he gave you that cute teethy smile while waving at you, you couldn’t help but wave back with the same energy.

“this is my son, and i’m narihana kaminari.” she introduced you guys to him, squeezing her son’s shoulders.

“hi, I’m y/n,” you blushed at the sight of seeing the boy manspread on the couch across from you.

your parents and his mom were talking non-stop about the neighborhood and the school systems. you managed to make eye contact with the boy a couple of times, yet still being zoned out. you were sunken into the couch with everything going in one ear and out the other. none of the conversations sounded truly important to you until you heard “that tree” come out of someone’s mouth, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“yeah i’ve seen that tree that connects to y/n’s and denki’s room, a little weird. i’ve thought to just maybe cut the tree or something—”

“cut the tree?” you looked around and questioned. “sorry miss but that’s my tree, you can’t come up into this place like it’s yours thinking you’re gonna cut down the tree!”

your parents looked at you like you were a madman. yet the mom only kept a smile on her face, “actually sweetie, i do own the house. brought it just last week.” she smiled.

you scoffed as you stood up and left the house. you ran back into your house, running up the stairs into your room. you already knew all hell was going to break loose once your parents got back into the house, but for once you didn’t care. you curled up in your cover in frustration, a tear strolling down your cheek in anger. who did she think she was destroying your childhood tree house?

you were still drowning yourself in the horrid thought of your childhood tree house getting destroyed that you didn’t even realize that someone was knocking on your window. your eyes shot over to your window, seeing the boy from next door tapping on your window.

you went over and opened your window, “hey, are you okay?” he asks, looking at the stained tear mark on your cheek.

“yeah, I’m fine,” you swiftly wiped the tear off your cheek.

he looked at you with a smirk on his face. “that was so bad ass what you said earlier.” he chuckled at you, leaning against your window frame.

your eyes widened, not expecting him to say that. “oh—really? sorry i didn’t mean to yell at your mom like that. i hope she’ll forgive me.” you played with the sleeves of your shirt.

“tch, you’re good,” he shoved it off, “she definitely didn’t care. but can i ask, why do you like this tree so much?”

you were a little reluctant to tell him the reason since you thought he wouldn’t understand but you decided to tell him. “my childhood best friend, f/n lived exactly where you do now. we’ve been in the same house since we were in kindergarten, and now that your mom is trying to chop it off, it’s not fair.”

he looked at you with understanding in his eyes. he smiled at you, “so that’s the reason,” he oh’d himself, “i thought you had a weird obsession with trees or something.” he laughed.

you laughed as well, looking back up at him. “well don’t worry, i’ll convince her to not chop down the tree since it matters to you that much.” he half-smiled, tracing his finger along the tree branch.

your eyes widened. “you would!?” you gasped, “thank you so much—uh,”

“you can call me denki.” he smiled.

“oh yeah, you can call me y/n.” you smiled back at him.

“alright then, y/n,” he chuckled “i’ll see you later” he climbed back over to his window.

you waved at him, “bye denki!” you shouted as you closed the window but kept your curtain open.

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