The Five "I Love You's" of Keisuke Baji

I Love You - Since The Day We Met

Summary: When a new kid moves into the house across from yours, your parents insist that you become friends. Little did they know, it would be the start of so much more.

Warnings: blood and bruises.

The morning wind rushed through your shut curtains to invade your room, bringing with it the bright sunlight rays and the excitement of a new family moving into the house directly across the street.

You had known for weeks that someone was coming to live in that house, after all, the "sold" red mark had been hanging underneath the realty company's sign for the past month or so. Not that you knew anything about this new family, all that was told to you is that they had a child around your age.

You wanted somebody that would play with you and the only requirement felt like not much to ask, you simply asked for someone who wasn't mean. Not to you, to other people, or to animals. Maybe a little be mean to other people, but never to you.

Once they are parked right outside your window, you push the covers onto the side and rush towards the glass, hands, and face pressed against the surface as you watch closely while the family parks the truck.

And there it is, a little boy a bit smaller than yourself, his hair all messy from the wind from when he rested his face on the outside of the window, his tooth hanging out of his closed mouth, and a pair of goggles hanging from the back of his neck.

The family begins to disembark the vehicle and the boy hops off on the driver's side. His dark eyes make direct contact with yours and he waves his hand, hoping to say hi. In response, you put out your tongue and smile. He just laughs.

His mother calls for him though you can't make out what his name is and you notice that the first thing they take out of the truck is a small motorcycle, perfectly fit for a child to ride. Your heart skips a beat as you think about how cool that is and it makes you intrigued.

From downstairs, your mother calls for you.

"Are you dressed yet?" She inquires and your throat turns dry. You had been watching the new neighbors for the past fifteen minutes and completely forgot to get ready for the day. So as you rush to the closet, you decide to respond.

"I'm almost ready!" Though that is the furthest thing from the truth. Thankfully, whoever put you to bed last night had already prepared an outfit for you to wear the next day and it makes your life so much easier.

All you need to do is rush to the bathroom to wash your face. The warm water comes out of the faucet and you cup your hands underneath the stream to collect some of the liquid before splashing it onto your face.

Then, you proceed to pump the container of face wash onto your hands before rubbing them together, spreading the content against your palms. You bring it closer to your cheeks, making sure that the viscous gel is covering every inch of your skin.

Finally, you repeat the first step, washing away all the gunk and eye boogers that accumulated in your sleep. Reaching for the clean towel, you bury your face on the cloth, smelling the laundry detergent that is trapped in between the fibers. It's comforting.

Your name is called from the downstairs yet again and, this time, you can hear footsteps muffled by the carpeted steps. When your mother enters the room, you realize that you haven't brushed your hair and quickly grab the object, though while you attempt to undo a knot, the brush gets stuck to the locks.

A burst of heartfelt laughter leaves her lips as she comes closer, carefully removing the item from your hair as she sits behind you. While proceeding with caution, your mother begins the process of fighting the tangles, always making sure to not pull too hard.