With the God of Calamity now officially as her secret lover, Hiyori couldn't help herself. She'd visit him every day after school for as long as she could. Surprisingly enough, she had been counting down the days until their first date at Capypa Land. And now with nearly less than a week to spare, Hiyori was getting anxious.
Just as Hiyori arrived for dinner, she noticed a free spot at the kotatsu next to Yato. However, Yukine popped in to steal it.
"Uh-"
Hiyori and Yukine blinked at each other.
"O-oh." Yukine noticed her standing beside him with her rice bowl "G-gomen, did you wanna sit here?"
Hiyori and Yato noticed each other with blushing faces. Daikoku noticed their secret exchange.
"U-um..." Hiyori stuttered. "No, it's alright. You don't need to-"
"Here."
Despite Hiyori's attempt at refusing, Yukine got up and moved to the other side of the table.
Yato leaned in to whisper something to Hiyori just as she finally sat down beside him. Her cheeks went pink, and she looked over at the god.
"I'm not trying to be obvious...! Besides, they're gonna figure us out soon either way," Hiyori whispered back, loud enough for Daikoku to hear.
"What're you two whisperin' about?" Daikoku asked suspiciously.
"Told you...!" Hiyori whispered, to which Yato elbowed her in the arm.
"Oh, sorry. It was nothing," the god excused the subject.
"You guys sharing secrets?" Kofuku said, then puffed out her cheeks childishly. "Secrets don't make friends, Yatty!"
"Yeah, well-" Yato ate a piece of orange chicken, "some secrets keep friends."
"What secret could you guys possibly have that's not worth sharing?" Yukine asked, almost challenging them.
Yato cleared his throat awkwardly, and Hiyori started anxiously twisting her hair between her fingers, avoiding eye contact.
After a long moment of awkward silence, Yukine groaned. "Fine - don't tell us then."
. . . .
"Way to go," Yato sighed as he put his dishes in the sink.
"Wha-? I didn't do anything!" Hiyori defended herself, following right behind him.
Yato suddenly felt a sense of playfulness - something that was difficult to diffuse once surfaced. To Hiyori's surprise, the god suddenly backed her into the wall, resting a hand above her head to trap her there.
"Someone needs to teach you when to shut your mouth, Hiyori," Yato purred, flashing that cocky smile that made the girl's heart skip a beat.
The brunette felt her heat rush into her face as she enjoyed the scent she had obtained from his closeness. She smirked a bit.
"Do you know any methods that could keep me quiet?" Hiyori decided to tease back, placing a hand to his chest.
"I think I know something that we'll both enjoy."
Hiyori chuckled weakly, anticipating his next move. Yato lifted her chin and slowly closed the gap between them, capturing her lips. She clutched onto the back of his jersey while he placed his hands on her waist to pull her closer.
. . . .
"Y-you're leaving? But we haven't studied," Yukine said, sounding disappointed.
"G-gomen'nasai, Yukine," Hiyori bowed slightly. "I just have a bit of a headache, and I'm exhausted."
"Oi, you okay, Hiyorin?" Kofuku asked, overhearing the conversation.
Hiyori smiled and dismissed it. "I'll be alright. I've just had a lot of schoolwork to focus on lately. And my teacher is quite strict on the students who slack."
"Are you sure?" Yato came to her side. "I can walk you home."
Normally, Hiyori wouldn't want to make a big deal of things, but with the worry on her lover's face, how could she say no?
"O-oh, okay…" Hiyori blushed.
"Matte, what about our lessons?" The blonde boy asked.
Hiyori, who was halfway out the door, turned to look at her young friend over her shoulder. "Don't worry. When I come back tomorrow, we can work on something. Alright?"
Yukine, suddenly phased by her friendly smile, turned pink and nodded. "Uh - sure."
With one last wave, both Yato and Hiyori walked off. For most of the way home, the two were silent, and enjoyed each other's company. Then Yato spoke up amongst the quiet of the night.
"Hey, Hiyori?"
"Mm?"
"I haven't seen your soul slip out lately," he told her as they continued to walk.
Hiyori was quiet for a minute, holding a finger to her chin. "Hmm, I guess you're right."
"Daijoubu? Did something happen?" Yato asked.
Hiyori laughed softly, thinking nothing of it. "I just never realized it until now. We must've done something right. Maybe I'm cured."
"'Cured...?'" Yato thought aloud to himself. How was that possible?
He couldn't explain it, but something about that didn't sit well with him.
By the time Hiyori had gotten back, it was getting dark out. Hiyori turned and smiled at Yato, who smiled back.
"Arigato," she grinned.
"For what?" Yato raised an eyebrow.
"For walking me back, silly," Hiyori giggled.
"O-oh, right." Yato blushed, feeling stupid for asking. "Well, maybe I can come inside and watch after you to make sure you're alright."
Hiyori rolled her eyes. Normally, she would've thought that was one of his perverted advances he was making on her, but the sheepish way he was carrying himself - coupled with vulnerable look in his eyes - was enough for her to understand; he was worried about her. "I'm gonna be okay, Yato - and besides, you already walked me all the way here. I appreciate it, though."
Yato sighed. "Still."
"G'night," Hiyori wrapped her arms around him, "my god."
Yato finally relaxed, molding himself around her in return. "G'night, my goddess."
Just before either of them pulled away, their eyes fluttered shut and their lips met gently.
