She's lost on the mountain when she hears the rustling of leaves, of the wind, and something more. The path behind her looks the same as the one before her and Miki doesn't have breadcrumbs, or pebbles, or anything else to guide her way home. The daylight is fading, and she's heard cautionary tales about being lost on the mountain alone after dark. She doesn't want to become one, herself.
There's a gust of wind that blows past her, picking up the hems of her long skirt, the ends of her hair, sending her stumbling forward with a little push on her back.
She looks around, and the sound of leaves shaking in the wind fades into something else.
The flapping of wings, she thinks to herself, but if it's a bird, it must be one much bigger than anything that she's seen before. The wingbeats are fast, they sound powerful, and she peers through the trees, wondering if she should start running for cover. She wonders if she can even trust these trees to protect her.
She blinks with surprise when she finds that it's not a bird at all, but a girl. She has her hair pulled into long pigtails and neatly clipped wings growing from her back.
"Oh," Miki says. "Hello."
Adjusting her round glasses, the winged girl glances at her, then glances away. "You should leave the mountain before the sun sets."
"I was trying to," Miki replies with a sheepish smile. "But I've lost my way. I thought the path was right here but—"
"The wind blew it away," the girl interrupts, and clicks her tongue. "The wind means well. It only wants to enjoy itself, but it causes more trouble than it realises."
"You're talking about it like it's a person," Miki laughs softly.
The winged girl doesn't join in, and Miki's laughter fades, but she keeps the smile on her face all the same.
"Can you help me off the mountain?"
"Can you outrun the wind?" the winged girl asks. She reaches her hand out. "I can outfly it. If you can't keep up, I might let go."
"Well, when you put it like that," Miki replies with a grin, and holds the offered hand firmly in her own. "All I have to do is keep up, right? I won't back down from a challenge like that."
"We'll start on three."
"First tell me your name," Miki says.
"I don't see how it matters—" the girl begins, then pauses with a frown. "I'll tell you if we both make it off the mountain before the sun sets."
Miki grins, squeezing the warm hand in hers. "Deal."
FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G
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She's lost on the mountain when she hears the rustling of leaves, of the wind, and something more. The path behind her looks the same as the one before her and Miki doesn't have breadcrumbs, or pebbles, or anything else to guide her way home. The daylight is fading, and she's heard cautionary tales about being lost on the mountain alone after dark. She doesn't want to become one, herself.
There's a gust of wind that blows past her, picking up the hems of her long skirt, the ends of her hair, sending her stumbling forward with a little push on her back.
She looks around, and the sound of leaves shaking in the wind fades into something else.
The flapping of wings, she thinks to herself, but if it's a bird, it must be one much bigger than anything that she's seen before. The wingbeats are fast, they sound powerful, and she peers through the trees, wondering if she should start running for cover. She wonders if she can even trust these trees to protect her.
She blinks with surprise when she finds that it's not a bird at all, but a girl. She has her hair pulled into long pigtails and neatly clipped wings growing from her back.
"Oh," Miki says. "Hello."
Adjusting her round glasses, the winged girl glances at her, then glances away. "You should leave the mountain before the sun sets."
"I was trying to," Miki replies with a sheepish smile. "But I've lost my way. I thought the path was right here but—"
"The wind blew it away," the girl interrupts, and clicks her tongue. "The wind means well. It only wants to enjoy itself, but it causes more trouble than it realises."
"You're talking about it like it's a person," Miki laughs softly.
The winged girl doesn't join in, and Miki's laughter fades, but she keeps the smile on her face all the same.
"Can you help me off the mountain?"
"Can you outrun the wind?" the winged girl asks. She reaches her hand out. "I can outfly it. If you can't keep up, I might let go."
"Well, when you put it like that," Miki replies with a grin, and holds the offered hand firmly in her own. "All I have to do is keep up, right? I won't back down from a challenge like that."
"We'll start on three."
"First tell me your name," Miki says.
"I don't see how it matters—" the girl begins, then pauses with a frown. "I'll tell you if we both make it off the mountain before the sun sets."
Miki grins, squeezing the warm hand in hers. "Deal."