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028./ i wasn't looking, but i found you
"—Iki Hiyori!"
She looks at him. She has spent her whole day chasing after him—a boy and a cat, and she is very tired and very annoyed. (Hiyori wants home—wants to be a middle–school girl worrying about skirt lengths and boy–bands; who they'll be friends with, who they'll fall in love with.) "Why do you know my name…?" She leans a little bit away from him.
He flips a five–yen coin in the air. "Your wish has certainly reached me." He tells her, disgruntled, cat–scratches still fresh on his face. His eyes are very blue.
(Save me—! She had cried.)
Hiyori swallows. (She has not needed saving before, and she does not know how much stock she can place in a boy who looks no older than her—who wears a jersey and takes five–yen coins in exchange for chores.) But it's for that same peculiarity that she asks: "What's your name…?"
(One thing is for sure— She never saw herself here, paying and praying for help from a boy–god over a highway, on a bridge in the middle of the night in the Tōkyō Metropolitan area.)
He stares at her. "Yato." He says. And then: "May our fates continue to intertwine."
She looks at him.
(A five–yen coin glints in his pocket.)
a/n: first entry for yatori week: i.e., 'fate'.
