[ there's another pulse of her heart that makes itself known above all other beats. like it's crying out at those words. yato isn't often so soft (he has been more often) but every time he is, she's reminded that he does have a gentler and more sensitive nature than she ever imagined. that even if he did scary things in his youth, and now does creepy things to her, she's important to him and he doesn't know better.

sitting together like this, listening to yato be honest about what he's thinking is just as rare. ]

O-oh. Um. I, um.

[ her mouth opens to protest. she didn't do anything special besides be here, but that's what's significant. she was here. she closes it. it has been fun. far more fun than if she had been alone or with anyone else. yato is-- ]

Yeah. Me either. There's no way I would've gone on any of those rides on my own or tried any of that food on my own. I would've just wandered around.