[ hiyori concedes quietly. an answer at both trying some food and being braver than she gives herself credit for. sometimes she thinks she's not brave enough. sometimes she thinks she's too brave at the wrong times because she can say things without thinking to the wrong people.
another scoot has her hip pressing gently against his and her side brushing his. she inhales deeply and slowly at his arm settling around her shoulders - a warm weight - doing her best not to look at him. in case he's got some embarrassing expression on or it prompts him to say something ridiculous--
he's quiet. which makes her thundering heart all the more louder.
the bravery that yato mentions must take hold of her now. in an area she's not used to being bold or brave at all. with his silence, she pushes herself just an inch more.
a very friendly, completely platonic, unspecial leaning into his side.
... she would never do this in reality, huh? not with yato awake, anyway. dreams make you do things you wouldn't normally, don't they? with that in mind, she carefully lets herself relax next to him. the longer he says nothing helps, too. the death grip she has around uesama loosens, but she doesn't take her eyes off his place in her lap.
she feels so safe. so comfortable like this once she gets over herself. her tail would probably be winding around him if it were out. soul seeking his warmth. as much as she wants to keep silent and just exist in whatever this is, she needs to tell him something. something that's ever on her mind, but never found the right moment to say or was way too embarrassed to admit, ]
Hey, um. Yato? [ no, if she waits for him to say something in response. she'll lose her nerve. IT'LL DISAPPEAR. the sentiment that was there in the shrine she made him: ]
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[ hiyori concedes quietly. an answer at both trying some food and being braver than she gives herself credit for. sometimes she thinks she's not brave enough. sometimes she thinks she's too brave at the wrong times because she can say things without thinking to the wrong people.
another scoot has her hip pressing gently against his and her side brushing his. she inhales deeply and slowly at his arm settling around her shoulders - a warm weight - doing her best not to look at him. in case he's got some embarrassing expression on or it prompts him to say something ridiculous--
he's quiet. which makes her thundering heart all the more louder.
the bravery that yato mentions must take hold of her now. in an area she's not used to being bold or brave at all. with his silence, she pushes herself just an inch more.
a very friendly, completely platonic, unspecial leaning into his side.
... she would never do this in reality, huh? not with yato awake, anyway. dreams make you do things you wouldn't normally, don't they? with that in mind, she carefully lets herself relax next to him. the longer he says nothing helps, too. the death grip she has around uesama loosens, but she doesn't take her eyes off his place in her lap.
she feels so safe. so comfortable like this once she gets over herself. her tail would probably be winding around him if it were out. soul seeking his warmth. as much as she wants to keep silent and just exist in whatever this is, she needs to tell him something. something that's ever on her mind, but never found the right moment to say or was way too embarrassed to admit, ]
Hey, um. Yato? [ no, if she waits for him to say something in response. she'll lose her nerve. IT'LL DISAPPEAR. the sentiment that was there in the shrine she made him: ]
I'm... glad you're here.