AN: I just love Tomoe and Nanami. That's all. Enjoy.
She can't understand completely the effect that her smile has.
On days when he cannot bring himself to function properly, he's sullen. Sometimes he'll just sit outside and watch the moon at night without saying anything. She doesn't like him sleeping in the cold, he knows; but he can't help it. On occasion, he wakes up to find a thick quilt over his body and a cup of cold tea next to him. The items are always accompanied by a note of some kind, like you're an idiot for sleeping in the cold! If you get sick, it's not my fault.
He can tell when she visits, even if she doesn't leave a note, though - Nanami's smell is exceedingly comforting.
She should be tired of this, he thinks. Tired of tolerating my listlessness.
But amazingly, she's not. She waits with open arms each morning, smiling as he folds the quilt over one arm and scolds her for dragging it outside.
How can she be so patient? So kind? He is nothing but a lowly yokai, moping over his sad life.
"Tomoe, are you eating breakfast?" she calls at him from the kitchen.
He shakes his head to clear his thoughts, pushing up off of the floor and padding out to the table.
"Yes," comes his soft utterance.
She smiles at him from around the corner of the nook, radiant and beautiful as always. It's like the sun coming out after a storm.
His cheeks tinge pink as she turns away.
She can't understand completely the effect that her smile has.
And frankly, he can't either.
AN: I hope to do more Kamisama Hajimemashita drabbles soon. :) Because I love it.