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It was a quiet, empty house filled with a stale smell from being vacant for however long before your family moved in. You remember it was raining that day, despite it being summer in July. The summer before you started elementary school, your family had just moved to the dreary and cold, rainy state known as Washington. Though you were only five, you clearly remembered this day.
"No running on the stairs!" Your dad had yelled to you in warning as your little legs made their way to the flight of stairs to find your new bedroom your mom was unpacking in. You giggled as you ignored your dad's plea and excitedly jogged up those dark wooden steps to the balcony above the foyer. Your eyes quickly scanned the upstairs, looking into each open door as you ran down the hall to the light in your new room. As you approached closer, you could hear the rustling and ripping of boxes as your mom opened and unpacked all your things. You were so excited to be getting a new room bigger than your last one, not caring about anything else happening at the time, like moving to another state since you hadn't started school yet and had no set best friends that you would lose.
However, that changed later on that same first day at your new home when you heard the unfamiliar sound of the doorbell ringing, echoing throughout the house, overpowering the noise of your parents moving around furniture downstairs. You dropped the toys you were playing with and ran to the balcony to see through the railing that your parents had answered the door together. You couldn't see much of who was standing at the front door; your parents blocked your view. You descended the same wooden stairs and came behind your parents for a better look. Your mother turned around to see you standing there with curiosity written on your face. She motioned you closer, and you walked into the gap she opened for you, now standing before your parents.
"This is our daughter, y/n. She's five." Your mother spoke, hand on your back. You looked up to see two people who seemed the same age as your parents, a man, and a woman, both with dark hair and pale skin. They smiled brightly down at you with excited looks in their brown eyes.
"That's great! This is our daughter, Mikasa," the lady spoke as she pointed down at a girl the same height as you who also stood before her parents. She gave you a warm smile and a wave, to which you shyly waved back, now nudging into your father's side to hide yourself a bit, feeling nervous at the introductions. Your eyes scanned both sides of the Mikasa girl with two boys on either side of her.
"This is also Armin," the mother said, motioning to the boy slightly shorter than Mikasa. He had pretty blonde locks that reached his shoulders and bright ocean-blue eyes that looked down at his shoes shyly as he waved to you, his face turning red from becoming flustered.
"And Eren." Your eyes flicker to the other boy, taller than Mikasa by a few inches. He had intimidating, dark green eyes that were big and glistening. He gave you a brief wave as he looked away shyly as well. A pinkish tint stained his tanned cheeks, not as brightly as the Armin boy, though.
