░『Zephyr』░(KNY OC STORY/ KNY OC X KNY-OLD/DISCONTINUED)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟽: 𝙽𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛

Fukurō chases Aoi around the room, reaching out every few moments to tap her with her hand. She was now doing Full Body Training, which Fukurō had not found so bad. It was pretty fun, like a game of tag.

A game of...

* * *

Fukurō's feet thud against the forest floor as she runs, gaze focused on Sekiei's back.

"You can't catch me!" He taunts, laughing loudly as Fukurō is falling behind him.

"It's not fair! You know how slow I am!" She had said once they had taken a break, leaning against a tree. She takes a breath, looking at Sekiei with a pout.

"Well, that's because you spend too much strength taking steps. Your feet need to push harder against the ground when you take your steps." He goes into a lunge, pointing at his feet. "When you use more strength when you push your feet off the ground, you propel yourself farther than what you're doing now; Using more strength on your balance."

Fukurō glances at her own legs.

"You have to even it out. Some power for pushing, some for balancing your body." He concludes, moving his hair away from his face, "You up for a rematch now?"

Fukurō nods, "Definitely!"

* * *

Fukurō tenses her leg as she pushes her feet off the floor, seeing herself move a few inches further than she did before. She feels herself stumble, which is when she instantly places her other foot to the side, stabilizing herself once more.

'Almost...'

Her hand wraps around Aoi's wrist, eyes brightened in triumph. 'I did it!' Aoi's head turns around, looking at Fukurō's hand. "Ah! You did it, Fukurō -chan!" Fukurō eyes widen in pride, letting go of Aoi's wrist. "Am I finished training?" She asks, stretching her arms.

Aoi shakes her head, chuckling. "Well, Once you are able to catch Kanao-chan, you are!"

Fukurō slumps in defeat, "Nooo..." She grumbles, placing her hands over her face.

* * *

Mikio wraps a bandage around Ayame's arm, glancing at her once in a while.

The expression on Ayame's face is of gratitude and joy, eyes shimmering in a pleasant manner, "You have such soft hands, Mikiko-chan." Ayame states, leaning her head on her hand as she sits on the side of the bed. Her fingers twirl around her braids, humming softly to herself.

"Oh! I do, Ayame-chan? You think so?" She smiles appreciatively, the bandage around Ayame's arm slightly tightening. She looks incredibly focused on her task. Ayame nods, "Mhm. And you have such shining hair, it looks heavenly in the sunlight.."

Mikio's eyes widen, cheeks a rosy hue. She was flattered by Ayame's compliments, and laughs to herself. "What's with you, lately? You're acting so nice ever since I quit the corps. I know you're my friend, but it's pretty funny seeing you act so soft."

Ayame laughs, "Because I care deeply about you, Mikiko-chan. You're my..."

She pauses, trying not to use 'only' to seem lonely.

".. Your my best friend. I wish you stayed in the Demon Slayer Corps, then maybe we could have gone on missions together." As Mikio finishes treating Ayame's wounds, Ayame takes her hand in her own. "Then maybe I would be the one helping you, wouldn't I?" Ayame jokes. Mikio laughs, "Yeah, yeah. Maybe in another life." She says, "Now, I'll go make your favourite dish; Shogayaki*."