{Nagisa's POV}
I was out with my mother that day; I think I was about five or six. It was a cool autumn afternoon, and I was bored. My mom had found one of her friends outside the grocery store when we were heading to the car.
They had been talking for almost an hour and it didn't seem like they were going to stop anytime soon.
Mom had allowed me to go to the park across the street while they talked. I played on the climbers and swung on the swings. I remember playing in the sand when two older kids strolled up to me.
They were bullies; I remember that they pushed me around before kicking me to the ground. They ran off as I sat up; and I began to cry.
My knees and elbows were scratched up badly and stung harshly. That's when I felt a hand on my shoulder; I had flinched, thinking it was another attacker.
But when I looked up, I saw golden eyes and red hair looking back down at me. The boy, who couldn't have been much older than me, sat down beside me.
"You okay?" he asked.
I shook my head and showed him my injuries. He made a 'tsk'ing sound and mumbled something before standing up.
"Wait here." he said simply and ran off.
So, I waited. After ten long, painful, minutes, he returned panting and holding a box of bandaids. He plopped down beside me and opened the box.
I watched as he bandaged my scratches and got up. He held his hand out to me and pulled me up.
A smile formed on my face as I held his hand in mine.
With teary eyes I said, "Thank you."
Who would've known we'd meet again years later and become best friends, and, maybe more...?
