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"DID YOU HAVE FUN, KIDS?" Haru asked as they trailed into the house, water still dripping in droplets off their hair.
"Yes, we did!" Y/N smiled politely, determined to be an entirely different (and quite probably more respectful) person, with her realisations of the past hour.
"Kids?" Denki pouted instead, rolling his eyes. "Come o-"
His mother gave him a good-natured slap before he could finish the sentence. "Just go get changed for dinner - I'm not having you make my nice floors all slippery."
Y/N followed her instructions, giggling at the still-scowling Denki as she once again ducked into the bathroom. "Don't come in, kid."
He groaned, and something hit the door, presumably a book from his room. "Goddamnit, Y/N."
She made sure he could hear the grin in her voice as she pulled on a simple f/c dress for dinner, pulling her soaked strands of h/c hair out of her face. "How old are you this year, Denki? Five, maybe?"
He slammed open the door with a scowl on her face, Y/N jumping backwards with her hands over her chest before she remembered she was already changed.
"I'm maybe this close to beating you up," he growled, though she could see a joking glint in his eyes as he demonstrated the emphasised word with his hands.
