[ maybe if he was being weird before this, if he let a goofy remark slip, she would have thrown him the same way she did when he was lying in her lap earlier. hiyori only tenses briefly at the pressure of his head on hers until she relaxes again. not even yato burying his nose into her hair and feeling his breath there gets her to embrace touno-sama and put another one of his moves to the test.
she sits there, flushed deeply, with her throat dense with a myriad of emotions. too jumbled for her to pick apart or make sense of.
saying anything else would ruin it, and might make her rethink this, so she says nothing. like she did when she found yato napping on a hot summer day, she breathes him in and closes her eyes.
maybe the day did bring them closer together. something did. maybe it was a promise to take her somewhere to see the stars. maybe it was allowing themselves to hold hands without becoming two reddened wrecks. maybe it was sitting on a witch's broom together, yato casually leaning against her like it was completely natural for him to do so. maybe it was winning a little zombie plush by accident and naming him uesama. maybe it was yato cheering her on at every little thing she could be cheered on for. maybe it was sharing food and drinks. maybe it was a fond, tender look down at her when she woke up in her body again. maybe it was yato telling her he would protect her.
maybe it was all of these things.
maybe it's yato's thanks for being at his side through all of these things.
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she sits there, flushed deeply, with her throat dense with a myriad of emotions. too jumbled for her to pick apart or make sense of.
saying anything else would ruin it, and might make her rethink this, so she says nothing. like she did when she found yato napping on a hot summer day, she breathes him in and closes her eyes.
maybe the day did bring them closer together. something did. maybe it was a promise to take her somewhere to see the stars. maybe it was allowing themselves to hold hands without becoming two reddened wrecks. maybe it was sitting on a witch's broom together, yato casually leaning against her like it was completely natural for him to do so. maybe it was winning a little zombie plush by accident and naming him uesama. maybe it was yato cheering her on at every little thing she could be cheered on for. maybe it was sharing food and drinks. maybe it was a fond, tender look down at her when she woke up in her body again. maybe it was yato telling her he would protect her.
maybe it was all of these things.
maybe it's yato's thanks for being at his side through all of these things.
but there's nowhere else she would rather be... ]