notes: originally on posted on tumblr
dedication: to tumblr user shizuos, the kise-kun to my kurokocchi

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(50)

Iki Hiyori wakes up alone, with a hollow chest and the vague smell of home on her skin.

The soreness in her hips and the heart-shaped bruises on her collar are already fading, and there is such disappointment in her eyes when the memories slip away like waking from a dream.

With marionette hands, she presses the 5 yen coin to her lips and whispers.

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Please don't forget me.

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"Yato!"

"What?"

"Yato! Yato! Yato!"

"What!?"

Hiyori shields her mouth with her hands and snickers.

"Nothing, your name just sounds so weird to me."

Yato pouts and turns away, light leaving his electric eyes.

"That's very rude of you."

Hiyori laughs, out loud this time, and throws her smiles at him still.

"Yato!"

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(25)

"Yato..."

"Hm?"

She looks up to meet his curious eyes.

"Maybe... Maybe, do you think, if I say your name enough, it'll become as natural as breathing?

Like, I'll just wake up and take a breath, and then the first thing that comes to mind would be 'Yato,' and I'll start ending my sentences with 'Yato' instead of periods?"

He says nothing, just blinks, and then he laughs and pushes her head with a single finger.

"Idiot, if something is natural, you wouldn't even need to think about it. When's the last time you thought about taking a breath or walking or blinking? I don't want to be easily forgotten like that."

Hiyori frowns, mouth set in a firm line, and squeezes his hand.

"I want to be the thought that creeps up on you, the one that makes your heart stop, the one that keeps you up at night.

I'd rather be the nightmare you remember, than the dream that you forget."

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Hiyori almost throws the coin at him in her flustered state of half-embarrassment and half-in-love.

"Here, 5 yen for a wish, right? Then grant me one right now."

Yato drapes an arm around her shoulders, and with a thumbs up, he smiles, "What will it be, dear customer?"

She flushes deep and mumbles, "Stay. Don't leave me."

He lets his eyes close and hums. "Hm... Okay, done."

Pulling her close—so close, he leans in and says in a deep voice, "This, I'll give for free."

Then he kisses her, and she tastes autumn and home on his lips and hopes vaguely that he didn't notice her name written on the coin.

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(46)

He tattoos his lips on her skin and leaves crescent-shaped cuts and bruises on her hips.

It'd be a shame to mar such porcelain, but it'll be worth it.

It'll all be worth it.

He'll keep marking her and claiming her, and even if it ends in a trainwreck, it'll all be worth it.

Perhaps by the end of the night, she'll forget her own name.

But it's okay, he decides.

Just as long as she remembers his.

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(38)

Hiyori stares at the palm outstretched before her.

"What..?"

Yato grins, crooked and twisted and sweet all at once.

"It's my turn—

I'm making a wish," he drawls, voice like honey.

And Hiyori just stares, at a loss for words, because there is a 5 yen coin in Yato's hand, and it shines and glints with a storm of questions.

"You're paying me 5 yen for a wish!?"

His licks his lips, dry but still curved, and nods.

She holds the coin, with familiar messy black writing, close to her chest and breathes.

With downcast eyes, he brushes the hair from her cheek and murmurs, "Listen carefully because i'll only say it once."

—and she does.

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