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A Toothbrush, A movie, and a Kiss

"Yukine?! Have you seen my toothbrush?!" The blonde Regalia glanced over the pages of his book, legs crossing as he lounged against the windowsill. With narrowed hawthorn eyes, he observed the god before him pacing the room hastily, rummaging through anything and everything in desperation. He mumbled an irritated "no" and returned to his page, paying no more mind to the ruckus Yato was making.

"Seriously, I have no idea where I last had it!... I'm gonna go and check Hiyori's place." He scrambled out the door and down the stairs without sparing the Shinki a final glance.

"Bye mom, bye dad!" She waved them off at the front door, closing it with a gracious smile. After dimming the lights a bit, Hiyori skipped across the living room and plopped onto the couch with a grin. "Finally! Some alone time, at last!" She thought, kicking out her legs and throwing her arms above her in a dramatic stretch. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy the company of her parents, no, but she found she liked watching movies alone, especially horror movies. Though Hiyori knew most people would look at her as if she had a third eye if they found that out, but to her, horror movies are most thrilling when the viewer has no one to cling to. And Hiyori was always up for a thrill.

She clicked on the TV, settled into the couch a bit more, and pondered what to watch. Then her grin faltered. "I need snacks… And my pajamas!" Settled with this resolve, the brunette hopped up from the swallowing cushions and made for her room.

After swapping her plain top for a white tank and skirt for loose-fitting shorts, she combed her hair out of its pigtails. Satisfied with the level of comfort, Hiyori left her room, happily humming a tune as her dark tendrils sashayed behind her. But then she suddenly stopped, breathe hitching. There was a sound, coming from the bathroom. Magenta irises slowly peered in the direction of the closed door at the end of the hall. Her parents already left. She was supposed to be home alone. Of course, it could've just been her hearing things. After all, she was about to watch a horror film. Perhaps it was just—

The sink turned on.

The hairs on the nape of her neck stood, and the girl gulped, a shiver riveting throughout her body. Just hearing the dull echo of running water was enough to send her over the edge. "Wh-what do I do?" Her teeth ground together anxiously, and she resisted the urge of sprinting down the stairs and burrowing beneath a blanket. Hiyori was used to facing her problems. But she wasn't used to facing… ghosts.

She found herself slowly padding forward, an agonizing pace for any onlookers. One hand came up to her lips, where she unknowingly nibbled on the flesh of her index, a cold sweat breaking out on her forehead, the other reaching out as she approached the door in question. "What if it IS a ghost!?" Her hand retracted quickly at the thought and she slapped herself on the cheek. No, no such thing as ghosts. They're just from the movies she so often watches. Yes, that is all. No ghosts here. "Bu-but I have to… turn off the water…"

So she continued her voyage to the door, palm twitching as it engulfed the handle. The girl turned it, and then…

"Oh, hey Hiyori!"

"YATO?!" She exclaimed, her hands balling into fists at her sides as her eyes widened. Of course, she should've known it was him. He always broke into her house.

"Fancy seeing you here." His mouth was full of foamy paste, a violet toothbrush dangling between his lips. He shot her a grin full of blue-tinted teeth and then spat into the running sink.

"Fancy seeing me here?! It's my house!" She shook off the initial shock and puffed out her chest angrily, "What are you doing here?!" In turn, the god brushed away the annoyance tainting her pretty features with no more than a toothy smile, eyes squinting in a teasing manner.

"Well, since you ask, I had to borrow a toothbrush. I hope you don't mind." Her eyes went from aflame in rage to dark in horror. Oh god. That was her toothbrush hanging from that sly smile. Hers… and now it was in his mouth…

"YOU IDIOT!" She leapt at him in a ferocious manner, pounding against his chest as a red tint burned the skin of her face.

"Ow—Hiyori! Hang on a sec! I just needed to borrow a toothbrush, that's it—OW!" Yato turned away from her beating fists of fury, and removed the brush from his mouth, holding it out of arms reach. But Hiyori didn't have any of that; she gave one final jump up to grab it, successful, and gritted her teeth, bringing it to her chest protectively. She could've snarled at him, she was so irritated. First entering her house without so much as a greeting, then giving her the spooks because she didn't know he was there, and finally – "using my own toothbrush! Who does he think he is?!" She turned away from him, lips in a stern pout. Then she looked down to the purple toothbrush, a smell of mint and… Yato… eroding her senses. She flushed again as the realization dawned on her.

"Jeez, sorry Hiyori, I didn't know you loved that thing so much." The brunette glanced back his way, a sheepish smile on his face as he scratched the top of his head, appearing confused. She sighed. Maybe she overreacted a little. "It's not that—it's just…" Hiyori couldn't meet his eyes. She only reddened further, cursing her vivid imagination.

"Yeah?"

"W-well, you see…" Her clutch grew tighter around the bodice of the toothbrush, shoulders cowardly stiffening as he took a cautious step towards her.

"What is it, Hiyori?" If she were to use the toothbrush again, it'd be like…

"An indirect kiss." She said it so tantalizingly quiet, but the violet-haired god heard. It took him a moment to realize what she'd mustered, but when he heard, a puzzling smile crept onto his lips, and Hiyori tore her gaze away, shoulders shaking embarrassedly.

"An indirect kiss, huh?" His arms crossed. Hiyori felt her eyes narrow, and she sent him an accusatory glare over her shoulder. There was a taunting look in his eyes, and Hiyori peered away again.

"Yeah, that's what I said, now if you wouldn't mind— HMPH?!" Her eyes were opened to an extent they'd never gone before, arms stiff at her sides as his lips covered hers. She was instantly silent, instantly flustered, though she couldn't muster the strength nor the will to push him away.

Hiyori Iki, half-phantom, was being kissed by god of calamity, Yato.

…

His fingers squeezed around her shoulders, angling her body towards him, pulling her closer. Hiyori felt her eyes flutter to a close, the shock of the moment too much to bear, so she just gave into the surprisingly satisfying urge of his warm lips.

Then he pulled away, and she slapped the side of his head, marching elsewhere as he laughed. "Hiyori wait!" She didn't, in fact, she and her flushing face and trembling body trudged down the stairs. He caught her arm and she couldn't wrench from the grip. He kissed her again, once, twice more. Until she settled down.

"I thought that instead of an indirect kiss, I'd give you a real one! Because I like you Hiyori!" He exclaimed, a goofy smile clinging to his cheeks. It was very much like Yato to confess his feelings in such way, but the girl couldn't find herself angry anymore. She bit her lip instead, and said, "I like you too." Hiyori's eyes darted away from his. Though she was very happy. Very, very happy. Despite originally wanting to spend the evening alone, watching a horror as she usually did when no one else was around, she decided she wanted a change of plans.

Then she smiled, and the god's face grew brighter. "You want to watch a scary movie?"

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