"Tokito."
Naiomi sighed, grabbing Muichiro's shoulders and leading him back onto the path. "Stop getting distracted, we have things to do."
"I was just trying to look at something." Muichiro sighed. "I thought I saw something, and I'm a Hashira you know. I should be the one leading you."
"You can lead me when you get your head out of the clouds." Naiomi muttered.
It had been a few months since Naiomi met Muichiro. They had been sent out on a mission together, and somehow, a bond had been formed between the two of them.
They were an unlikely duo. Naiomi was over 6 feet tall, blonde, and had a rather burly figure. Muichiro was tiny, with dark hair and an almost petite figure.
"I'm hungry, at the next village let's stop and grab something to eat." Naiomi said, taking her hands off of Mui's shoulders.
"Has it been that long since we last ate...?" Muichiro asked, looking up at her.
"I mean, yeah. It's been a few hours. We also have to change your bandages, so next village over we can stop and do all that." She sighed.
This was the second time the two of them had been sent out on a mission together and Muichiro had gotten hurt. It wasn't a bad injury, he just had a few slashes on his arm where the demon's claws had touched his shoulder.
A similar thing had happened the first time Mui and Naiomi were on a mission. Muichiro had gotten hurt, and Naiomi helped to bandage his wound, scolding him as she did so.
"I can do it myself." Muichiro shook his head. "Why are you following me again...?"
"Because you won't remember to change your bandages." Naiomi replied.
"...who are you again?"
Naiomi have Muichiro a blank stare, then sighed. She took a piece of paper from her pocket, and handed it to Mui.
"Read."
My name is Naiomi Boturo. I'm your friend. I'm helping to take care of you. We've known each other for around a month, maybe two. I'm staying with you, and you can't drive me away, Muichiro.
Mui read the note, then slowly nodded and handed it back to Naiomi. "Oh... I see. I get it now." He nodded.
"Good grief..."
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"Mist Brain" A Muichiro + OC fic (NOT A SHIP)
Fiksi Penggemar"Being my Tsuguko, you should know this by now." "Being my trainer, you should have taught me this." "Don't talk back to me." Naiomi Boturo was a strong slayer who uses wind breathing, and has terrible social anxiety. She often comes off as scary or...
