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

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟹𝟹: 𝚆𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝙰𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗

"GENYA?!" Fukurō exclaims, having to tilt her head upwards to meet his gaze, "Sumimasen— I mean Shinazugawa-san..— But how— When..-?" Finding her words, her eyes shoot back down to  her hands, "When and how did you.. uhm— change your appearance..?"

Genya didn't mutter a word. The only response he gave was a quick glance, a glare, possibly, at Fukurō before his eyes began darting around him. In a blink of an eye, his face turned scarlet red, skin suddenly feeling hot. Even a bead of sweat fell from his forehead.

'Why the hell is she here?! Why do I feel so feverish?!' 

At this moment, Genya's mind was in fight or flight mode. He just didn't know what to do.

Fukurō didn't bother to look back at him, as she already knew how he was looking at her. He probably hated her right now, showing up randomly at his door. She could feel the odd glare he was giving her. ".. Sumimasen." She apologized for the third time, holding the cat close to her, "That was a weird question. But uh— How are.. you..?.."

Was she really asking him how we was?! Well, he was definitely and clearly pondering the current situation, that's for sure!

"... f-.. fine. I think." Genya murmured in a quiet voice, trying at his best to keep basic eye contact. He failed, quite easily.

'... He's probably weirded out by me— Maybe I could try smiling to cool the tension..?' Fukurō curls the corner of her lips upwards, showing an awkward, nervous smile.

 Great. Now she was smiling?! Genya's skin was probably melting off of his face right now. At this point, he definitely chose flight mode.

.. BAM!

Abruptly, The newly opened door was clamorously slammed in front of the grinning slayer's face, taking her by surprise. What was up with him? 

"... did I have something in my teeth..?"

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Still toying around with the stranded cat, Fukurō still stifled the aching of the draining pit in her stomach. 

"Hey! Kazekachi-san!" 

Fukurō raises her head from her slouched position, recognizing the voice and steps of the person. "Tsuyoshi-san?" She says, blinking back the bright sun.

"You were told to meet here, weren't you? For a mission?" Minorikoji inquires, his voice, as usual, only showing optimism. ".. I was. Were you told the same thing?" Fukurō brushes the blade of grass across the cat's nose, holding back a laugh when it does a small sneeze.

"Hai!" Minorikoji smiles, looking down at the white feline. "Oh— That's.. a cat. Uh— Anyways, how long have you been waiting here for?"

"An hour and a half."

"HUH?! That long?!" Minorikoji takes a step back, intimidated by the look both the cat and Fukurō were giving him. 'Is Kazekachi-san angry?! Oh man— I'm in trouble, aren't I?-'

"I'm sure the other two will get here soon." Fukurō shrugs, peering over Minorikoji's new attire. Nothing changed really, he still wore the same haori. The only difference in his appearance was that he wore the Demon Slayer uniform, thankfully not made by a perverted kakushi, unlike Fukurō's experience. "... You remember Shinazugawa-san from Final Selection, right?"

The muscles in Minorikoji's hands tensed up, attempting his best to hide his annoyance. "Mhm! The weird-haired guy?" He nods, taking a seat beside Fukurō on the ground while keeping a fair distance between the silent furball of an animal.