Chapter 1 - Meeting
At first, when she heard her parents talking about moving out, she hated it. She had spent her WHOLE life inside these walls (4 years)! How could she feel comfortable in some unfamiliar place?
She cried. Again and again and again.
But it didn't change anything.
She didn't want to pack up her stuff, she pouted while her parents and her brother did the job. They had to threaten to throw away her toys to make her help out. Then, she watched her family starting to put away the cardboard boxes in the truck. In the meantime, she took a last look at her home. It looked slightly bigger than before. But to her, it just looked empty. Memories flooded her mind. She could see herself playing in her room, sneaking inside her brother's to "borrow" some of his toys then being kicked out by her angry sibling. She felt a huge wave of new, foreign emotions spread over her body. Silently, she started to cry again, letting all of her tears come out her body.
They called her name. She had to go in the car. To go to that place.
At this point, she was too tired to make a scene. Pouting, she entered the car and stayed silent during the whole trip.
Not because she fell asleep or anything. She didn't need naps, she wasn't a child anymore.
… She really didn't fall asleep, ok?
Her parents asked her to come out. That's when she first saw "her new house" as her parents liked to say. She tried to tell herself that it wouldn't be better than her old home, that this place was horrible. But slowly, she became impressed by the spacious rooms and felt like a lady inside a manor (in reality, the house was pretty average, but small children tend to see the world bigger than adults).
She thought that maybe, just maybe, life here wouldn't be so bad.
Once all of the boxes were inside the house, everyone was too tired to open them and decorate the house, so only the necessary was unpacked. She asked her mother if she could accompany her brother to go around and see their neighborhood. After some convincing, she got her permission. Happy, she took her brother's hand and went outside.
The last house of her street was the most noticeable. It was pretty isolated from the rest, but it was gorgeous. She had never seen a real Japanese traditional house before. And it was huuuge! If her house was a manor, then this was a castle. Her brother hurried her to come with him back to their new home, but then she saw an odd white and red head in front of the "castle", picking up a ball.
It was a young boy about her age and, curious as she was, she approached him.
"Hi! she said brightly, I am Tanaka Sayaka. You have such beautiful hair! I just moved here. Who are you?"
The boy was startled by her appearance, but he still let out his name: "T-Todoroki Shoto".