You were now back in Tokyo and kind of just sitting on your spinning office chair and pushing yourself around. Your dad walks in and stares at you like you broke his rifle.
"Use the damn chair like a cultured person," he states and you huff.
"No," you stuck your tongue out and stood up to walk out when your dad placed a hand on your shoulder.
"Dress nicely, we're having our neighbors over," he said and I groaned.
"Fine," you walk to your closet muttering. Walking inside, you flipped on the switch and grabbed a red plaid button up shirt with some khaki shorts. Throwing them on, you kicked off your converse and slid some red and white Jordan's on. You exit and flop on your bed in misery.
"I don't wanna...." You whined and breathed.
(Slight POV change)
I hear footsteps and my dad speaks, "They have a son about your age, so be nice."
"What if I'm not?"
"I'll snoop through your phone," he says and I laugh.
"Go ahead, I honestly don't care," I bitch grinned and looked over my shoulder at my father.
After that, we waited 11 minutes. I was in my room thinking about how I can avoid human interaction. I heard voices down the hall and I just slumped on my floor like a sack of flour. It was my dad and probably the neighbors.
".....and my daughter's upstairs. She's a bit....salty, but I told her to be nice to you guys," four people huddled at my door. I hear my dad open it and he stared at my form.
"N/n....."
"If you're waiting for me to move, you might as well go write your will," I said and he growled in frustration.
"You are infuriating," his eye twitched and I didn't even have to look to know.
"I get that a lot," I say in mock disbelief before I feel myself being lifted. (For this, imagine what Tadashi did to Hiro in Big Hero 6)
"Ah no..." I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw. He started hopping and let my arms flop.
"Dahad! Stop, I'm gonna throw up and I'll aim for you," I yelp and he drops me. I stay limp, on the floor, clutching my head.
"Alright, now be nice," he said with his fists on his hips and his chest puffed out.
"But they're people- Do you not remember the last time we had neighbors over?"
"You were 12!! You're not gonna do that again," he laughed nervously while I sensed the amused vibe from the family behind me.
"I might, except I'll do it to you," I hiss and he flashes a sheepish smile at the family.
"I'm sorry about the demon," he chuckles.
"WHAT'D YOU JUST CALL ME!?" I yell, voice muffled and his laugh turns into nervous 'heh's'.
"Don't worry about it....Our son's the same way, isn't that right, Kenjirou?" 'Kenjirou?'
"Oh, these. These people are okay," I say and stand up.
"Nani!? You never change your mind! You don't even think I'm tolerable!!"
"Not my problem," I blink and grin once I see Shirabu. I go and hug him while he returns it.
"Y/n? Are you sick? I'll call your mom!!" My dad panics and I pull back to stare my dad down.
"Dad.....You're losing your mind..." I sweat drop and cringe.
