[As the lock clicks open, Yato spares a quick glance behind to make sure none of his other selves are any the wiser, then slips inside with heat beginning to pool on his cheeks. Somehow it feels slightly devious to be sneaking into Hiyori's room when there's other people nearby, even if they are himself. And he likes that sensation, the pervy bastard.

Once he catches sight of her flustered state, though, guilt swells up. He never meant to make her uncomfortable. He just - once again - failed to think things through all the way. Likely because he would be fine with a flock of Hiyoris gracing his presence. Even if it might lead to a nosebleed.

For now, though, his concern is all about her. He debates on taking her by the hands in an attempt at reassurance but decides against it save for brushing over her fingers lightly. Enough contact to let her know he's he for her if she wants it while he launches into an explanation.]

I told you those mirrors were gonna be trouble. [He childishly has to get that out there first.] As for why, I dunno, but they just kept showing up this morning one by one until I figured out where they were coming from and could cover up the bathroom mirror. Still not sure what to do about them, though. Thankfully they seem harml--

[At that point Hiyori explodes with that line of thought, stunning Yato into silence for several seconds. Then he starts laughing lightly and can't resist getting his arms around her in a warm embrace so they're nose to nose.]

I guess so! In that case, make it up to me~ I haven't had my kiss today...