This is based on my fave omake where Father hacks Hiyori's account and Yato begins to send flirty photos and Hiyori seemingly gets kind of sexual back and Yato freaks out. But alas, it is his own father messing with him and traumatizing him in yet another way lmao. I learned recently that because of creeps taking inappropriate photos in Japan without people's consent, you can't turn off the shutter sound when you take pictures with a phone but let's pretend for the sake of this story (and for Yukine's sanity) that in Noragami that's not a thing. But also Yato has an old flip phone so maybe that isn't a thing for him anyway.
I'm bored and can't sleep. You up?
Hiyori sent Yato a text, holding her hand over her mouth as she gave a small yawn.
Not long after, a picture appeared of Yato. He was laying back on top of his futon, manga and magazines piled at his side as he winked and did a peace sign.
Yep doing some late night reading. What can I do for you, oh devoted follower?
Hiyori made a deadpan expression before deciding to take a picture of that same reaction to send to him, adding afterward:
I'm surprised you read at all, to be honest. But I guess at least that's something. And I don't know, just talk to me.
Her words were answered with a picture of his pouty face. At first, she laughed to herself. Then she realized his open yukata had gotten much more open as he sat up slightly to take that photo. Her face burning, she immediately averted her eyes towards the text instead.
I read all kinds of things! Serious stuff requires concentration, this stuff is easy to fall asleep after.
Still flushing, she typed out her response.
Yeah, yeah. If you say so. And why are you wearing your yukata so loose?
This time, the text came first.
Uh because it's freaking hot. Why did you even notice that anyway? See something you like?
The next picture had his yukata even more open, showing off his well-toned abdomen and cutting the picture off just below his chin.
Hiyori slammed the phone face down onto her bed, holding her breath as she contemplated the words and the picture. A million different responses ran through her head, but they all seemed terribly awkward or inflammatory.
Instead of using words, she took a deep breath before slightly pushing up her shorts to show off a little more skin and snapping a picture of her hips and legs. Debating for what felt like forever with herself, she finally hit the send button and clenched her eyes shut and put the phone down face first again.
As a supernatural glow came from her phone even through her comforter, she muttered, "Oh no." As Yato appeared before her, she quickly grabbed her pillow and sat up, propping the pillow onto her knees and hiding her face in it.
"Did you… mean to send that to me?" His voice asked breathlessly.
"Who else would I be sending photos to in the middle of the night?" She huffed harshly in response.
"I, uh… I guess that's fair, but…" His voice was weak and he seemed to be trying to find it, "What did you mean by it?"
Hiyori pushed her face farther into the pillow and hugged her knees, "How else was I supposed to respond to what you said? I didn't know what to do."
"Hiyori, I—I didn't mean to pressure you into anything. I was just joking around, being stupid." She heard him move closer for a moment before stepping back, sighing, "I'm sorry."
She looked up from the pillow, annoyed, "I wasn't pressured into anything I just—I just…" She hid her face again, her voice turning into a low grumble, "I don't know anything about…flirting, I guess."
"Flirting?" He repeated, a mix of confusion and shock. After a moment, she heard him continue, "With…me?"
Heaving a heavy sigh, she answered, "Yes."
"So you're just practicing on me, right?" She could tell by his tone of voice that he was embarrassed, not sure where to take the conversation. But she could hear the sting when he finished, "And it doesn't actually mean anything."
"Wrong." Hiyori immediately countered, though didn't elaborate.
She heard him suck in a breath, "Then—"
She waited for him to come to a conclusion, but he remained silent. At her limit, she tossed the pillow to the side and stood up.
Yato watched her with wide eyes, still not speaking, but glued to her every movement.
Closing her eyes and taking a breath to collect herself first, she hastily moved to Yato and pushed her lips against his. After a moment, she quickly turned away, "There! Don't tell me I have to explain any further than that…"
"Hiyori." He called her name before grabbing her arm and gently spinning her around.
She looked up at him with uncertainty, biting her lip.
Yato reached out to cup her cheek and gave a small smile before closing the gap between them. His kiss was gentle and sweet and she immediately found herself melting against him, wrapping her arms around his waist as she returned his affection.
Pulling away slightly, she whispered his name, "Yato."
"Mm?" He hummed, lingering close to her.
Meeting his eyes, she confessed, "I love you."
His eyes widened and he blinked, "What?"
"I love you." She repeated, resting her forehead against his, "I have for a while now."
His eyes glistened and it was clear he was trying choke back a sob before he laughed, "Hiyori. Of course, I love you too." He cupped both sides of her face and gave her another peck before he hid his face in her neck, "I'm sure you knew that already."
She shook her head and gave a small laugh, "You would think so, but I wasn't totally convinced."
