You, (Y/N), was a industrious yet savage girl that lived ordinarily in a small, isolated village on a coast of Japan. You had two close friends, both of which boys, called Ryo Asuka and Akira Fudo- one inhumanly intelligent and the other a crybaby...
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You had just finished my track race with Akira, Miko, Miki and another random guy from your track. Sweat dripped down your forehead as you walked to the seats to settle down. Akira had already rushed infront, talking to two boys who sat there.
"You two are amazing. You're so fast!" Miko panted through heavy breathes.
"You were fast too, Miko!" Miki smiled in return, squeezing her eyes.
"Yeah.. thanks Miko." exhausted, you grabbed your towel from the seating area and wiped your forehead. Your whole body was drenched with your sweat: your face, arms, legs, torso, everything. It helped that you wore revealing clothing though: your gear was like a green and black bikini fit, instead your top was thicker. You finished drying your face with your fresh towel, opening your eyes to see Miki walking up to Akira; Fudo's head was plopped down, his drops of tears slowly disappeared onto the ground.
"Akira's crying again, was someone sad?" Miki knelled towards a phone one of the guys Akira was talking to held. He glanced at Miki's cleavage, his face noticeably glowing bright red, "Ah, the super highschooler. I'd cry too if my friend died."
"But this guy isn't crying, is he?" someone else joined, pointing at the phone.
"that super highschooler lost someone, it has an impact on him. Anyway, (Y/N), let's do a 4-by-100-meter relay, a mixed relay!" It was surprising Miki was up for another track relay, it was only a few minutes from your previous run. She'd always pick you to participate in relays with her because you were titled one of the fastest runners in Japan, both of you were. You two were skilled with outstanding muscle and breathing endurance, you and her could go on for hours on end non-stop.
"Sure, but isn't it a memorial service? Who knows what's going on nowadays, all this demon shit, you know.."
"I guess. There's constant 'demons' on the national news, and the cases are rising quite quickly." Miki turned back to the boy, realising he was staring at her, "Hey, you seem concerned. Wanna run the 4-by-100 with us?"
Before he could answer, Miko interrupted by calling for Miki.
"Miki!" Miko was sat distant from where you were, waving Miki's phone in the air, "It's Mr. Nagasaki!"
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