I began to watch him closer after the blighting accident. It was just that I was worried…
I think.
I used to be okay with just waking up to his scent, however far away he was; I could always smell him.

"Yato…"

But now I made him sleep in my brother's room, with Yukine. I wanted to keep a close eye on both of them. School felt longer every day. I started feeling anxious. The anxiety grew inside my like a fetus, and I soon felt completely submersed it its waters. Yato and Yukine were as normal as ever. Yukine was really trying to control himself. Yato kept taking any job he could find for 5 yen, and well I kept feeling overwhelmed. I left my body even more frequently, but I had stopped asking Yato to help. I had stopped asking anyone for help. I began to like my phantom form more than myself. Why was I so down?
After school I would run to meet up with Yato and Yukine. My anxiety felt lighter with them. I felt this need to be around them all the time.
One night at home I asked Yato and Yukine for their clothes to wash them.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT", exclaimed Yato. "You can do what you want with Yukine's clothes, but you are sure as hell not touching my jersey"
"Typical…YOU SMELL LIKE SHIT, GIVE HER THE JERSEY" Yukine got aggressive.
"LISTEN HERE YOU LITTLE RUNT, I AM YOUR GOD AND YOU WILL TREAT ME WITH RESPECT"
Yato and Yukine began tumbling on the floor, fighting to get each other's clothes off. I was blushing like mad. When they managed to remove everything but their undergarments, they both blushed, screamed, and ran to opposite sides of the room. I picked up the clothes and ran off quickly, laughing quite loudly.
"HIYORIII GET BACK HEREEEEEEE" Yelled Yato, but Yukine restrained him giggling. "I AM A GOD".

I started the washer but I felt myself tingling all over. It was his jersey. I was holding it. Hell, I practically shoved my face into it. His smell. This smell. There were shivers traveling all over my body.
"What am I doing?", I thought. "This is so wrong." I tossed in Yukine's clothes and Yato's pants, but I could not wash the jersey.
"I admit it, I am a 15 year old pervert. I am doomed to live with this" I couldn't deny it, and I scurried into my room and hid it under my pillow. I gave them some of my brother's old pajamas to wear, and said I was going to sleep early.
"Why am I so nervous" I was sweating. I kept peeking at my bed as I brushed my teeth. I could smell Yato from here and it was driving me crazy. Was I a lunatic? I had some stray-god's never-washed jersey under my pillow, and I felt excited?
I laid down beside my pillow, almost lighting my sheets on fire with how high my body temperature was. "Yato…"

I stopped resisting. I reached for the jersey, and pushed it up to my chest. His scent. His scent was everywhere. I was erupting with temptation. I wanted him. I could finally admit that I wanted him.

"Yato…"

I wanted him to hold me, to pat my head, to…KISS me. God I wanted it all. I felt so out of control.

"Hiyori, did you call for me?" Yato's voice echoed through my room and I felt stone-solid. I was done for.
"No-oo. "
"Oh I thought I hea…"
"GET OUT OF MY ROOM"
Yato ran out and I felt like an idiot. I guess my reaction didn't make much sense, but I was terrified he might see me. What was I even doing?
I got up, tossed Yato's jersey in the ongoing washer, and inched to my room in self-pity. Not only was I a pervert, I was falling for a God.