Random word prompt: fitting
I'm going to try to get back into doing random word prompts or something to get back into the habit of writing because I'm really unhappy with the fact that I want to write but can't manage to actually get words on a page lately.
"Maybe I should just borrow Kazuma's clothes again." Yato pulled at the collar of the shirt, trying to release the tension it had upon his neck.
Hiyori shook her head fervently, "No! You need some nice clothes of your own. I know you haven't had much money, but I can't believe you haven't even gotten once nice button-up shirt in all this time."
"Priorities." He shrugged, still looking the shirt over in the dressing room mirror, "Can't exactly go fighting ayakashi in things like this."
"I'm aware." She gave a sigh, also admiring how it looked on him while she could.
He looked over his shoulder, "It's so stiff that you can't even clean or cook, or do anything really. So how would I ever make money?"
"I get your point." Hiyori pouted, "But I also want you to look nice when meeting my parents. I know you do actually have some nice sweaters, but it's too warm for that."
"You're really determined about this, aren't you?" He turned to face her fully and put his hands on his hips.
She flushed and avoided his eyes as she admitted, "Look, I get the jersey is your thing and how people recognize you. But it's really nice to see you in normal clothes every once in a while, okay?"
"Define normal. Ebisu has always been business formal, Take is always wearing traditional clothes, Bishamon has her half naked looks most of the time, and then there's Kofuku who wears something similar to a school uniform…" He raised his fingers as he listed off his god friends and Hiyori face palmed.
"T-shirts, jeans, slacks, shirts like the one you've got on right now." She groaned in frustration and waved her hands, "Just anything that's a break from the tracksuit and not from like… three decades ago."
He was the one who sighed in response this time, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt, "Anything for you, Hiyori. But if I can get away with not wearing at tie, that's absolutely the option I'm taking. This thing alone is bad enough."
Hiyori looked up and took a peek at the part of his chest now exposed, flushing more, "Y-yeah, that's fine, I guess."
Yato noticed her glance and smirked knowingly, commenting as he bent down over her, "Distracted?"
"Don't know what you're talking about." She muttered in response, but her eyes flickered to the wall.
He moved to tilt her chin upward, forcing her to look at him as he inched closer to her, "I could still use some more convincing about buying this."
Hiyori huffed just before he met her lips, answering, "Fine…"