Pixels - a hinanami au

Hajime had paced back and forth in his bedroom on several occasions, the sun setting in his wake. He was kicking the now empty moving boxes which he had just finished unpacking minutes ago; unsure of what on earth to do with those numbers which had been written on his hand.

Should he call? Text? Act like it never happened?

Hajime assumed giving someone your number was just a kind attempt to become friends, but he'd seen enough movies and shows that suggest otherwise. They only just met, it couldn't be anything more than becoming friends, right?

Hajime stopped pacing, and stared out his small rectangular window. The sky had cast glows of pink and orange as the sun began to set over the town. He'd spent just one day here and already he had gotten himself into various shenanigans. Some things really don't change.

"Hajime!" His mother's voice called from downstairs, making him jump in surprise.

Hajime grunted in annoyance, "What?" He called back as he slumped onto the thick mattress on the bed.

"Now now, don't be a grumpy boy and come and get some dinner, we've hardly seen you all day!" She returned. Hajime rolled his eyes and sighed. He hauled himself up from his bed before walking out of his room and down the stairs.

When he walked into the living room, there was nobody there. Nor were his parents in the kitchen. Weren't they going to eat dinner with TV?

"We're in the dining room son," his father called.

Hajime furrowed his brows. "What?" He mumbled, walking to the dining room. He entered the small area to find his parents sat at the table, potatoes, carrots, chicken and vegetables waiting to be eaten. Hajime shook his head, "why are we in here?"

His mother looked up at Hajime, her green eyes identical to Hajime's, and she smiled brightly. "We thought we would have a sit down meal as a family, with it being our first dinner in our new home."

"Your mother and I," his father began, his similar ahoge pointing upwards, "haven't really seen you today, and I'm sure you've had a nice day exploring what the town has to offer?"

Hm. Let me think. I met our weird neighbour, went to the arcade and got threatened by a tall emo guy along with that excited blonde, and had a cute girl--well, a..girl who wrote her number on my hand. Not exactly an exploration, more of a harassment.

"Yeah, guess so," Hajime politely agreed as he took his seat next to his mother. He didn't realise how hungry he was until he ate that first roast potato, from there on he practically stuffed his face entirely.

"Hajime?" His mother questioned, causing the brown haired boy to stop his feast, his knife and fork held steadily in his hands. His mother's eyes trailed down to his hand. "What's that on your hand-?"

"N-nothing!" Hajime dropped his cutlery and placed his hands on his lap. But his mother continued to push, like she often does. She grabbed his hand and studied the scrawled numbers carefully, her eyes raising when she then read the initials. "Hajime, did you make a friend today?" His mother asked excitedly.

"Wow, in one day he's already got himself a friend!" His father laughed heartily. Hajime grunted in response, yanking his hand away from his mother's grasp. So embarrassing... "Mom, I hardly even know her, I was just talking about some game and-"

"Her? It's a she!?" His mother lifted her hands to her mouth in surprise. Hajime could feel his cheeks heating up, "N-no! I meant, uh-"

"Oh my goodness he's already getting girlfriends and he hasn't even placed a foot into Hopes Peak yet!" His mother cried with joy looking at his father with wide eyes. His father nodded proudly and crossed his arms.