“Mummy! Someone is moving in next door!” Your four year old voice rang out down the hall as you sat at the front window, peering out through the glass with one tiny hand holding the sheer curtains back. “And there’s a boy!”
Your mum chuckled to herself from where she was chopping vegetables for dinner. “Well then why don’t you go out and say hello?” She called encouragingly back to you. “But stay in the yard please Y/N!”
“Yes mummy.” You yelled back as you jumped off the top of the lounge and scurried to the front door. Reaching up on tippy toes you placed both hands on the front door knob and swung it to the side. The door jab clicked out from the hold and the door swung open.
You jumped down the front steps and skipped over to the white picket fence that surrounded your front yard. You pressed your face up to the painted wooden posts and peaked through. Strong men carried boxes and furniture past your viewing place and up in through the front door of the neighboring house. You followed their moments and gazed up at the house.
“I wonder where the boy went?”
“Umm. Hello?” A small voice said from beside you on your side of the fence. You jumped back and looked to your left. There was a small boy about the same height as you, standing there looking at you.
“What are you doing here! This is where I live!” You squeaked. Why was he standing in your yard? Didn’t he know he was supposed to live next door? “You live over there!” You pouted pointing authoritatively to the neighbouring house.
The boy looked to where you were pointing and grinned. “That’s my new house!” He said excitedly, flashing you a wide smile. Your eyes were drawn to his sharp pointy teeth.
“You have sharp teeth.” You stated bluntly.
He blushed and covered his mouth hurridly. Slightly embarrassed that you had pointed out his teeth so quickly. “Umm yeah.” He mumbled through his fingers.
“Oh but I like them! They’re like a shark’s teeth, sharks are cool.” You said proudly, placing your closed fists on your hips. “What’s your name, my name is Y/N.”
“I’m Eijirou.” The boy replied shyly, slowly taking his hands down from his mouth.
“Is that your first name? Don’t you know you’re only supposed to tell people your first name when you are really good friends with them?” You chided.
“Oh…” Eijirou blushed again and lowered his gaze, stubbing his toe into the soft grass of your front lawn. “Well…Do you want to be my friend?”
“Yeah, ok.” You replied confidently. “Would you like to be my best friend? Because you live right next to me.” You beamed at him.
His shy eyes shot up and met yours. “Really?! We can be best friends?!”
“Of course we can!” You replied, rolling your eyes. “Come and meet my mum! Then it’s real.” You said, grabbing his hand and marching towards your front door.
“Oh, umm…Ok? And then you come and meet my Mum so that she knows it too.” He said, running a little to keep up with you.
You dragged the cute little black haired boy with the pointy teeth up your front steps and pushed your front door open. “MUMMY!! I WANT YOU TO MEET MY BEST FRIEND!” You hollered down the hallway, dragging Eijirou behind you.
You found your mum in the kitchen and proudly presented your new neighbour. “Mummy, this is my best friend.”
Your mother turned and smiled down at the shy little boy as he hid behind you a little and peaked out. “Hello sweetheart, have you just moved here today?” She asked, crouching down so she was eye level with him.
“Mmhmm.” He replied with a small head nod.
“What’s your name, darling?” Your mum asked him.
Before Eijirou could reply you piped up and answered for him. “Umm his name is Shark, mummy because he has really pointy teeth, look!” You reached for the poor little boy’s mouth and pulled his lips apart so your mum could see.
Eijirou pushed your hands away and hid his mouth, tears welling up in his eyes from embarrassment. You saw and felt bad immediately.
“Oh I’m sorry best friend.” You said, hugging him. “I didn’t mean to make you sad.” You patted his head softly.
Eijirou looked at you and then at your mum then back to you.
“I’m sorry.” You added. Taking his face in your hands and turning him to you. “I really like you and I want to call Shark because I love sharks.”
Eijirou seemed ok with that explanation and removed his hands from his mouth and sniffed. Wiping his eyes gently.
“Well what do I call you then?” He asked, cocking his head to the side.
“Well my quirk is I can make glue come out of my fingers. It’s really strong glue.” You said straightening with pride.
“So it’s sticky?” He asked.
“Umm well I guess so?” You replied, thinking about it.
“Is it Icky?” He questioned again.
You giggled. “Yeah, it’s definitely Icky.”
“I’ll call you Icky then!” Eijirou said, happy he had come up with an acceptable nickname.
You giggled again and placed an arm across his shoulders, turning to face your mum who was still an amused onlooker of this very cute interaction between her little girl and the new neighbour. “We are best friends, Shark and Icky.” You proudly presented. “And now I’m going to go and meet my best friend’s mummy.”
Your mum stifled a giggle and stood up. “Ok sweetheart, well I would love to meet your best friend’s mum too so I’ll come with you.”
She followed as you as you and your new best friend, Shark, ran for the front door. She was so happy you had made a new friend so quickly. She had hoped that you would find someone soon so that the move to this new area would be less daunting for you. Looks like you would be fine after all.