"Absolutely no big parties, got it?" Yato shoved his finger in the direction of Kofuku and Daikoku, the goddess giving him a confused and saddened look in response while Daikoku stared blankly.

"And this is you saying this?" The shinki crossed his arms and eyed Yato suspiciously.

Yukine immediately jumped in as well, agreeing, "Yeah, what Daikoku-san said. I mean, this is coming from the guy who arranged a flash mob for a dead kid."

Yato's mouth parted in a mix of shock and annoyance before defending sharply, "Because it's what Hiyori wants. And Yukine, I know you loved it, so you can shut up."

The boy rolled his eyes in response and pressed his face into his palm, muffling the sigh that passed his lips, "Whatever." Looking off into the other room, he questioned, "So what are you planning, then?"

"I, uh…" He rubbed the back of his neck and admitted, "I don't really know yet…"

Yukine whirled around and dropped his hand to the table in disbelief, "Her birthday is in three days! Talk about procrastination."

"I haven't been procrastinating!" Yato shot back, his voice lowering as he continued, "I just can't decide on what to do. I really want to make it perfect."

Yukine placed his hand on his hip, "C'mon, we hang out with her every day. It shouldn't be that hard to think of something."

"I've had plenty of ideas—like I said, I just can't decide." He emphasized with a heavy groan, rubbing his chin as he continued to rack his brain.

Kofuku immediately began pouring out a list of suggestions, most of which he knew wouldn't be to Hiyori's liking at all. "No, no, no." He repeated while waving his hands, "Ugh, I'm gonna take a walk so I can think…"

"Better hurry up, cuz she'll be here soon." Yukine started to head towards the stairs and Yato nodded.

"Yeah, I know."

XXXXXX

Despite the fact that even Yukine had highly praised his gift for Hiyori, he was nervous as he lingered outside her window. She hadn't even wanted him to drop by on her birthday, much less know that he had planned to give a gift for her. Still, after hours of begging through both texts and twitter, she had reluctantly agreed.

He tapped his knuckles lightly against her window, calling, "Hiyori."

She had been sitting on her bed on her phone, so she quickly whirled her head around at the sound. Surprise flashed across her expression before she saw Yato and relaxed, letting out a small breath as she made her way to the window. "Hi," She greeted as she pulled the window open.

"Hey." He immediately slipped off his boots and let them drop to the floor, looking back up at her with a small smile, "Happy Birthday."

"T-thanks." Hiyori stuttered, shifting her weight onto one foot, "I still don't really understand why you had to come here to say it in person."

He grinned sheepishly, admitting, "Cuz I've got something for you."

She immediately waved her hands in front of her, dissuading him, "You don't have to give anything to me, really."

"Too late, nonrefundable." He pulled out a slip of paper from his pocket before reaching out to grab her hand gently, pushing the paper into her palm despite her hesistation.

Hiyori looked down nervously, "Wha—"

"At first I thought about trying to get you a ticket to see that Touno guy, but that was a little out of my price range…" He admitted, his eyes shifting away from her, "So I figured the next best thing was maybe signing you up for a formal class? I couldn't really get more than two sessions, but—" He was interrupted by the breath being knocked out of him, Hiyori's body colliding into his as she wrapped her arms around him tightly.

"Thank you!" She squeezed him even tighter, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Yato took in a breath, "Wow." His face flushed, he stumbled, "I, uh, never… expected this sort of reaction from you."

Hiyori immediately unlatched herself from him, starting to turn a light shade of pink herself, "Sorry—I'm sorry. I'm just—really excited." She beamed brightly, "Thank you, Yato. I think this might be the best gift I've ever gotten for a birthday."

"Really?" His voice practically cracked before he cleared his throat, feigning confidence, "I mean, of course. You should expect nothing less from your God of Fortune."

She gave a small laugh and nodded, "Right, of course."

"Hiyoriiiii! Are you ready to go?" Her mother's voice called from down the hall.

"Yes!" She answered automatically before turning back to Yato, "I'm going out to eat with my parents so I've got to go, but thank you so much." She pushed her hands against his shoulders, standing on her toes to press a swift kiss to his cheek before rushing out of the room, "I'll see you later!"

Yato stood dumbfounded as he watched her retreat, reaching up to touch just underneath where he could still feel the slight moisture from Hiyori's lips on his skin.