[ he doesn't get far before she's reaching for his shirt again, stepping forward as he backs up. praying to the heavens does nothing. she saw him almost do something. ]
Wait, don't run off!!
[ it's a plea. but what happens after this? when they're both bright red, so hot in the cheeks she's surprised that they haven't started to steam up the entire house. this is what she gets for sidestepping and ignoring yato, isn't it? that when she wants to talk about the something, he's trying to brush it off and move on. this just feels so different! and he must realize that too or else he wouldn't be running off. he would be playing it up more. ]
It's not nothing, i-is it?
[ what is she asking? it's not like she wants to know what he was doing but her heart has taken hold of her tongue. ]
It felt different! I wasn't creeped out or anything like I usually am when you take things too far! [ hiyori. ] It was like those other things I enjoy! [ holding hands. new: hugging. hanging out on the couch together. being together. ] But I had to watch it... s-so that was a little off-putting...
[When Hiyori grabs his shirt for a second time, it's like she's got a hold of his throat. Caught like a gazelle by a lion. He can't bring himself to flee even if he easily could. Not only would that hurt her, but it'd be all but admitting his guilt.]
I'm not...!
[He totally was. But he stops anyway, as does his breath. Briefly for that, at least. Though his face only continues to redden as they face one another properly, this time he finds himself looking directly into her eyes instead of elsewhere. It's like she has some kind of spell over him, one he fears almost as much as his dad.
What if... this is what drives her away? What causes her to leave him finally, for good? Without noticing, his hands begin to shake, leading him to clenching them into fists to try stilling them.]
M...Maybe.
[Where to go from here, though? Should he come clean and explain what he was trying to do? No. No way. That would give everything away, expose his heart to her... He couldn't bear it. Thankfully Hiyori continues, surprising him until his eyes are wide with shock at how brazen she's being - at how much she didn't mind what he'd done. That she... actually... like it?]
O-Oh... T-Then, I won't do... that anymore, unless you're in your body. 'kay? [That should make things right, right?]
[ she doesn't want him to be afraid, not that she can read his thoughts but his expression says enough. those shaking hands say it. enough to get her to let go of him and take a step back herself, mouth pursing nervously and guiltily.
"maybe"...
despite her guilt, she doesn't look away as their eyes meet and yato stumbles over a response. her stomach flips around itself, and her hands clutch to her pajama bottoms in a white-knuckled grip. ]
O, okay. [ she murmurs with a tiny nod. what thing is he making right? nothing was... wrong, per se. if anything, watching as a spectator might have been the sort of separation she needed to see she would be fine with it. that she wants--
whatever IT was.
only hiyori and yato would have this very specific problem of him IT'ING her unconscious form for her spirit form to watch. ]
Okay. [ she says in a tone of more finality, nods more firmly, and thence continues down the hall and back to the kitchen. heart somewhere up in her throat. beating so hard it hurts. yes, it hurts. ]
[Both of them are practically a mirror of one another: locked eyes and clenched hands and beating hearts. Well, Yato has to assume that hers is pounding away like his own based on her own posture and having seen what she did.
It's truly a wonder that she didn't smack him, demand to know what the hell he thought he was trying, and and-- he wants to know, too. Get a grip, Yatogami...! At least pay attention to your surroundings if you're gonna try to plant one on your follower! Geez... He's such an idiot.
But wait, does that mean that she actually wouldn't mind if he... Or did she just mean the whole putting her to bed bit? Which in itself is one hell of a leap in the relationship department, he feels, but what he'd intended to do was decidedly non-platonic. But does she know that? He can't imagine that she does.]
Y..Yeah. [This is definitely a Them problem, for sure. So ridiculous.] Alright.
[His own heart continues to pound as Hiyori heads back, leaving him standing dumbly in the hall alone. Then he's burying his face in his hands as he lets out a shaky, nervous laugh. He's still got to face her during clean up.]
...shit.
[His feet feel heavy as he slowly drags himself to the dining table, mind elsewhere as he picks up their plates and heads for the kitchen, nerves shot.]
[ part of her, that remembers creeper stalker yato who wears her uniform when he wants, is demanding to know what the heck he thought he was trying and why she hasn't laid him out. most of her, however, the hiyori that's been living with yato and has witnessed him change-- also wants to know what he was trying but without all the indignance and fury. with more curiosity than anything.
yato takes the empty plates and she works on cleaning the table, wiping it down.
it's silent as they work. typically, hiyori makes small talk about this or that because she's interested to hear yato's opinion on things. she doesn't catch his curse at any point as she's lost in her thoughts, too. doing her best not to look at him in the kitchen as the water runs and she can hear him scrubbing away at plates.
what's going on? living in this dream world is changing her. at least, it's certainly changing what she can and can't tolerate from yato. it's making her nervous to talk to yato and not in the way she was when she was unsure if he was a scary guy or not. is this because they live together? is this why yato and yukine are so close? daikoku and kofu-- she can't think of them. she can't compare them.
while he's finished the second plate, hiyori appears with the pan and utensil he used at the stove and hands it over. ]
[Knowing what a close call that was for both of them, Yato's thanking his lucky stars that Hiyori hasn't cornered him bodily and forced him to talk regarding what just happened. He wouldn't put it past her, no way. But since she hasn't and her words were that of approval to a degree, he can only assume she doesn't want his guts for garters. Or to bend any other part of him into uncomfortable shapes.
Also stuck in his own head, he doesn't realize how odd the silence is for them, not when his mind is loud enough for two. Part of him is screaming at himself for being such a damn fool for trying to place a kiss on her forehead, and the other for being such a damn fool for not trying it on Hiyori, herself. In the end he comes to the conclusion that yes, he is indeed an idiot.
He mutters as much under his breath while he washes the dishes, face still heated from the incident. This is... definitely a dangerous situation. Maybe one of them should move out...? It would have to be him - he couldn't ask her to leave. But... he likes living with Hiyori, no matter how tempting it may be. Maybe she does, too...? She said she didn't mind, so--
He visibly jumps when the subject of his thoughts makes an appearance, offering him the pan and spatula. Swallowing hard, he nods and takes them from her, struggling to get his voice to work normally.]
T..Thanks. I'll be done in just a minute. So you don't have to worry about helping with the rest.
[ the reason she doesn't is because of that exact thing; it was already a close call. as much as she wants to know, it might be better if she just doesn't. what if things get awkward? ... more awkward. deep down, they both know what just happened anyway. a line was almost crossed. what line was it?
not the guts for garters line, fortunately. or pretzel yato. that's already been crossed before.
all this because of a forehead kiss he couldn't go through with when hiyori has already kissed the back of his hand. wh-what would a kiss on the forehead be! hah!!
(a lot.)
it was never dangerous before. they only have to go back to that "before" again. she wouldn't let yato leave unless he had a place to stay, anyway. going out there and sleeping outside in the trees or something isn't going to happen. she wouldn't be able to live with herself. it's hard enough knowing brc is doing the same dang thing. ]
I want to help. [ as ever, but she can take the hint. it looks as though she wants to say something, but just bites at her lip. suddenly she reaches up, cups his hot cheeks in her hands, and gives him a probing look.
]
Alright. I'm going to my room. Thank you for breakfast.
[ just as quickly, she drops her hands. hiyori bows her head in gratitude toward him and then walks out of the kitchen to leave him be.
once in her room she sits down at her desk, opens up her new diary, and writes:
January 6th. Today was the last day of Yato's advent calendar. My final gift was a life-size reindeer named Rainy. She's in the corner right now. It was too much, but I have to admit it was fun getting presents every day.
Something happened today with Yato, too. I'm not sure what. ???????????????????????????? ]
[...yeah, there's no need for them to spell it out. Hiyori isn't stupid. He might be, but she isn't. Surely she has an idea of what he was about to try. He just has to hope that she didn't get the wrong idea. He wasn't trying to play Sleeping Beauty with her unconscious body!!
For Yato, there's no going back once he acknowledges his feelings. Which is why he's doing his level best not to. To ignore that ache that seems to grow stronger with each passing week. Leads him to doing stupid shit stuff like what he just tried. In her presence, no less!!
What makes it worse is when Hiyori suddenly lays her hands on him, giving her both a good feel of how hot he is and how hard he's breathing. His eyes go wide as they gaze at each other, although he's not sure what he's seeing in her expression, it's so unreadable.
And then just like that she releases him, giving a proper-ish bow before leaving him all alone. For the longest time he merely stares after her, breathing hard as he leans against the counter to catch his breath. He needs to go cool off somewhere.
He finishes up the remaining dishes in a rush, throwing the towel over the sink edge when he's done. Taking up a pad of paper and pen, he scribbles down a note that simply says, "Gone out. Back later." and leaves it for her on the dining table. Then he hurries to his room to change and teleports away to the restaurant part of town. Even at this early hour, he needs a drink.]
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Wait, don't run off!!
[ it's a plea. but what happens after this? when they're both bright red, so hot in the cheeks she's surprised that they haven't started to steam up the entire house. this is what she gets for sidestepping and ignoring yato, isn't it? that when she wants to talk about the something, he's trying to brush it off and move on. this just feels so different! and he must realize that too or else he wouldn't be running off. he would be playing it up more. ]
It's not nothing, i-is it?
[ what is she asking? it's not like she wants to know what he was doing but her heart has taken hold of her tongue. ]
It felt different! I wasn't creeped out or anything like I usually am when you take things too far! [ hiyori. ] It was like those other things I enjoy! [ holding hands. new: hugging. hanging out on the couch together. being together. ] But I had to watch it... s-so that was a little off-putting...
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I'm not...!
[He totally was. But he stops anyway, as does his breath. Briefly for that, at least. Though his face only continues to redden as they face one another properly, this time he finds himself looking directly into her eyes instead of elsewhere. It's like she has some kind of spell over him, one he fears almost as much as his dad.
What if... this is what drives her away? What causes her to leave him finally, for good? Without noticing, his hands begin to shake, leading him to clenching them into fists to try stilling them.]
M...Maybe.
[Where to go from here, though? Should he come clean and explain what he was trying to do? No. No way. That would give everything away, expose his heart to her... He couldn't bear it. Thankfully Hiyori continues, surprising him until his eyes are wide with shock at how brazen she's being - at how much she didn't mind what he'd done. That she... actually... like it?]
O-Oh... T-Then, I won't do... that anymore, unless you're in your body. 'kay? [That should make things right, right?]
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"maybe"...
despite her guilt, she doesn't look away as their eyes meet and yato stumbles over a response. her stomach flips around itself, and her hands clutch to her pajama bottoms in a white-knuckled grip. ]
O, okay. [ she murmurs with a tiny nod. what thing is he making right? nothing was... wrong, per se. if anything, watching as a spectator might have been the sort of separation she needed to see she would be fine with it. that she wants--
whatever IT was.
only hiyori and yato would have this very specific problem of him IT'ING her unconscious form for her spirit form to watch. ]
Okay. [ she says in a tone of more finality, nods more firmly, and thence continues down the hall and back to the kitchen. heart somewhere up in her throat. beating so hard it hurts. yes, it hurts. ]
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It's truly a wonder that she didn't smack him, demand to know what the hell he thought he was trying, and and-- he wants to know, too. Get a grip, Yatogami...! At least pay attention to your surroundings if you're gonna try to plant one on your follower! Geez... He's such an idiot.
But wait, does that mean that she actually wouldn't mind if he... Or did she just mean the whole putting her to bed bit? Which in itself is one hell of a leap in the relationship department, he feels, but what he'd intended to do was decidedly non-platonic. But does she know that? He can't imagine that she does.]
Y..Yeah. [This is definitely a Them problem, for sure. So ridiculous.] Alright.
[His own heart continues to pound as Hiyori heads back, leaving him standing dumbly in the hall alone. Then he's burying his face in his hands as he lets out a shaky, nervous laugh. He's still got to face her during clean up.]
...shit.
[His feet feel heavy as he slowly drags himself to the dining table, mind elsewhere as he picks up their plates and heads for the kitchen, nerves shot.]
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yato takes the empty plates and she works on cleaning the table, wiping it down.
it's silent as they work. typically, hiyori makes small talk about this or that because she's interested to hear yato's opinion on things. she doesn't catch his curse at any point as she's lost in her thoughts, too. doing her best not to look at him in the kitchen as the water runs and she can hear him scrubbing away at plates.
what's going on? living in this dream world is changing her. at least, it's certainly changing what she can and can't tolerate from yato. it's making her nervous to talk to yato and not in the way she was when she was unsure if he was a scary guy or not. is this because they live together? is this why yato and yukine are so close? daikoku and kofu-- she can't think of them. she can't compare them.
while he's finished the second plate, hiyori appears with the pan and utensil he used at the stove and hands it over. ]
Here. I brought you these, too.
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Also stuck in his own head, he doesn't realize how odd the silence is for them, not when his mind is loud enough for two. Part of him is screaming at himself for being such a damn fool for trying to place a kiss on her forehead, and the other for being such a damn fool for not trying it on Hiyori, herself. In the end he comes to the conclusion that yes, he is indeed an idiot.
He mutters as much under his breath while he washes the dishes, face still heated from the incident. This is... definitely a dangerous situation. Maybe one of them should move out...? It would have to be him - he couldn't ask her to leave. But... he likes living with Hiyori, no matter how tempting it may be. Maybe she does, too...? She said she didn't mind, so--
He visibly jumps when the subject of his thoughts makes an appearance, offering him the pan and spatula. Swallowing hard, he nods and takes them from her, struggling to get his voice to work normally.]
T..Thanks. I'll be done in just a minute. So you don't have to worry about helping with the rest.
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not the guts for garters line, fortunately. or pretzel yato. that's already been crossed before.
all this because of a forehead kiss he couldn't go through with when hiyori has already kissed the back of his hand. wh-what would a kiss on the forehead be! hah!!
(a lot.)
it was never dangerous before. they only have to go back to that "before" again. she wouldn't let yato leave unless he had a place to stay, anyway. going out there and sleeping outside in the trees or something isn't going to happen. she wouldn't be able to live with herself. it's hard enough knowing brc is doing the same dang thing. ]
I want to help. [ as ever, but she can take the hint. it looks as though she wants to say something, but just bites at her lip. suddenly she reaches up, cups his hot cheeks in her hands, and gives him a probing look.
]
Alright. I'm going to my room. Thank you for breakfast.
[ just as quickly, she drops her hands. hiyori bows her head in gratitude toward him and then walks out of the kitchen to leave him be.
once in her room she sits down at her desk, opens up her new diary, and writes:
January 6th.
Today was the last day of Yato's advent calendar. My final gift was a life-size reindeer named Rainy. She's in the corner right now. It was too much, but I have to admit it was fun getting presents every day.
Something happened today with Yato, too. I'm not sure what.
???????????????????????????? ]
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For Yato, there's no going back once he acknowledges his feelings. Which is why he's doing his level best not to. To ignore that ache that seems to grow stronger with each passing week. Leads him to doing stupid shit stuff like what he just tried. In her presence, no less!!
What makes it worse is when Hiyori suddenly lays her hands on him, giving her both a good feel of how hot he is and how hard he's breathing. His eyes go wide as they gaze at each other, although he's not sure what he's seeing in her expression, it's so unreadable.
And then just like that she releases him, giving a proper-ish bow before leaving him all alone. For the longest time he merely stares after her, breathing hard as he leans against the counter to catch his breath. He needs to go cool off somewhere.
He finishes up the remaining dishes in a rush, throwing the towel over the sink edge when he's done. Taking up a pad of paper and pen, he scribbles down a note that simply says, "Gone out. Back later." and leaves it for her on the dining table. Then he hurries to his room to change and teleports away to the restaurant part of town. Even at this early hour, he needs a drink.]