Csilla: THIS is dedicated to a fellow Yatone shipper (we need to infest YT with them) and my epic twinny, Kaity! :D
Warning: There's a slight manga spoilers ._.
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The sound of compressed air mixed with the irritating smell of paint attacked my senses, there I was crouched in front one of our various targets: a wall. I groaned, if Hiyori saw this she would no doubt lecture us. Mostly that sweaty-palmed idiot. I finished my mission of spray-painting his number, with little hope that a job will come out of it, before tossing the now-empty can in the nearby dumpster. Slipping into the morning crowd, I made my way back home - to a shrine that's being lent to us, I might add. Shrugging off my green jacket, that I had paid off -thanks to Daikoku letting me work at his place- after my rebellious streak, I dropped it on the rest of my stuff: a rolled up futon and my skateboard (another thing I was able to pay off).
"Eh? You're finished already?" I heard his voice coming closer and soon we were in sights of one another.
Kicking off my shoes at the edge of my stuff, I muttered: "Yeah... unlike some sweaty-palmed idiot, I can get things done quickly" before waiting for the reaction he would undoubtedly give. His reaction.
And that's exactly what I got: "Well excuse me if I'm stuck baby-sitting a troublesome teenager that lets his hormones run rampant," With my back still turned to him, I let a small smile spread across my face before cautioning a glance over to him.
Don't get me wrong, any other day that comment would spark a small retort from me but today was different. Today was Tuesday. Morning, to be specific. Tuesday mornings meant two things: spray-painting Yato's number on various walls he picked out the days before and...
"Does your jacket or anything need to be cleaned?" I watched as he took off his jersey, leaving him in only his t-shirt and boxers - not taking my eyes off the sight that would come next, I responded: "No, they're good"
With an incoherent mumble, the sweaty-palmed idiot pulled the white shirt over his head, leaving him bare but the moment he tensed, I quickly looked away slipping on a mask of innocence, despite the 'not-so-innocent' thoughts I was just having.
"Damn brat," Yato's low complaint made me quietly chuckle before grabbing my handheld (something Hiyori helped me pay for and I'm in the process of paying her back) and ignoring the continuous grumbles coming from him.
...silently staring at the muscles underneath that awful jersey.
I would never admit to anyone how much I love Tuesday mornings.
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Csilla: I DID IT! I WROTE YATONE~ *^*
this began as a prompt: 'tuesday mornings always included the same two thing...' and I was having Yatone feels so this was born! ;w;
&&&&&&the best part is... i have more ideas that I'm writing :D