Yato groaned and rubbed his eyes, reaching for his red flip phone ringing in his pants pocket on the floor. He glanced back at Hiyori sleeping behind him before carefully climbing out of her bed to pull on his pants. Without checking the caller ID, Yato answered his phone.

"Yeah…?" Yato yawned, ruffling his hair as he stepped out onto Hiyori balcony as to not wake her.

"You've really dug yourself quite a grave, Yaboku."

Yato's fierce blue eyes snapped open. Now, he was wide awake.

"Dad…?"

There was a wicked chuckle on the other end. "Who else would call you this late at night to blackmail you?"

Yato scraped his teeth together. "What're you talking about?"

There was the sound of his father sighing. "Check your phone already!"

"Huh?"

Yato lowered the phone check his messages, only to realize his father had texted him a few minutes earlier. He opened the text, and to his horror, there were two pictures.

Both seemed to have been taken just from outside Hiyori's bedroom balcony. One of Yato and Hiyori kissing without their shirts, and the second of the two of them sleeping naked in Hiyori's bed.

"What were you doing naked in a human girl's bedroom, Yaboku?" Fujisaki laughed, his tone leading Yato to know he knew and saw everything.

Yato was practically shaking with anger now. "Alright, you listen here, you stupid bitch - it's none of your fucking business…!"

"No, you listen to me, son. You are my business, and I will do as I please."

"You lay a finger on Hiyori, n' I'll make sure you suffer," Yato threatened through gritted teeth.

Fujisaki scoffed. "C'mon. We all know you're not the torture type. You like your victims to die quick and easy."

Yato hated it when his father was right. Mostly because it meant he had something to hold against him.

"And the best part about this blackmail is that you can't tell anyone about it without exposing the fact that you slept with a human, or the fact that your dear daddy's the sorcerer." Fujisaki chuckled at his own idea, but this only angered the god more than he could comprehend.

"You fucking-…!"

"Yato…?"

Suddenly realizing he had woken Hiyori, Yato slowly turned around to face her. He hung up the phone and came back inside, closing the balcony door behind him.

Hiyori grasped the sheets to cover herself as she rubbed her tired eyes. Yato sat down beside her, turning off his phone completely.

"S-sorry. I didn't mean to wake you," he apologized, lowering his voice.

"Daijoubu? You looked mad," Hiyori said, which made the god's stomach tighten.

"O-oh," Yato swallowed hard, "A - um - customer canceled on me last minute for a stupid reason. It's nothing."

"Oh…" she replied.

There was a bit of silence before Yato reached over and grabbed his white T-shirt from the desk chair.

"Raise your arms," Yato told Hiyori, who looked at him curiously, but did as told.

Yato pulled his shirt on over Hiyori's bare body, which surprised her. Although, it wasn't uncomfortable. All she could think about was how deep his scent stained his shirt, and how safe she felt now. A small, pleased grin crept on her face.

Hiyori snuggled into Yato's arms, pulling him back into bed with her. Yato chuckled softly. "Comfy?"

Hiyori giggled and nodded. But she found a thought soon come into mind.

"Yato…?"

"Hm? Something wrong?"

"N-no, I was just thinking…" Hiyori murmured, keeping her voice quiet. "What are we?"

Yato raised an eyebrow, but through the darkness of the night, Hiyori didn't see it. "What do you mean? We're friends, aren't we?"

Hiyori scoffed. "Friends don't make love, Yato."

"R-right, right…" Yato blushed.

He thought for a second. "Well... what do you want us to be?"

Hiyori suddenly became flustered. "I-I don't know. Just... not friends."

Yato's heart leaped. "So... lovers…?"

Hiyori felt warmth rush into her face. "Is that… okay…? Us, a god and human, being together?"

Yato sighed. "I... don't know. If it's not forbidden, then it'll definitely be looked at the wrong way by Heaven."

He could sense the sorrow radiating from Hiyori in his arms. "S-so... what you're saying is,... if we were to do this, we'd have to keep it a secret?"

Yato blinked in shock. He hadn't even thought of that.

"Well, that depends." The two made eye contact. "Hiyori, are you willing to risk your life - and with it, your memories - to call me your lover?"

Hiyori hesitated. When he worded it that way, it was strangely threatening. But the thought of not having Yato for herself to enjoy and love was much more terrifying.

"Hai." Hiyori nodded with determination. "You are my god, Yato."

Yato felt small tears fill the corners of his eyes, followed by a small smile. "And you; my goddess."

Hiyori looked up at the god and leaned in to capture his soft lips. Yato, slightly surprised, gave in and tenderly kissed her back.

It was decided; the only ones who had to know were them.