Inspired by the Meghan Trainor song by the same name. Mostly I just wanted to write yatori slow dancing. This be the result.
Like I'm Gonna Lose You
"I'm starting to wonder if my birthday party was even for me." Yukine commented, his face partially hidden behind his palm as he rested his elbow on the table.
Hiyori let out an annoyed breath, answering, "I'm beginning to have my own doubts as well, Yukine-kun."
"Of course it was for you, dummy." Yato commented with a light tousle of the boy's hair, "But you know Kofuku and Daikoku, they'll use any excuse to party."
"Just Kofuku-san and Daikoku-san?" Yukine looked up doubtfully.
"No, it's definitely him too." Hiiro added from Yukine's other side.
"Hey!" He snapped back before giving a pout, "Why do you all have such a poor image of me?"
Yukine quirked an eyebrow before looking at Hiyori, "Shall we list the reasons?"
Yato made a choking noise before he waved his arms to stop them, "Okay, forget I asked."
"So what'd you come back over here for, anyway? I thought you were too busy having fun with the other adults or whatever." Yukine's tone was grumpy as he looked to the older boy for an explanation.
"I came to check in on you." He answered simply as he leaned against their booth seat.
Hiiro rolled her eyes, leaning forward and pressing, "And?"
"And what?" He repeated with a blink.
"I can tell when you're not telling the whole truth, you know." She tapped her fingers against the table.
Hiyori and Yukine looked between Hiiro and Yato in confusion as Yato sucked in an annoyed breath.
"Sometimes I really hate that you know me so well."
Hiiro gave a knowing smirk and continued to wait for his answer.
"Well, I really didn't want it to be this… blunt…" He turned his head and looked up towards the sky, sheepish, "But since Hiiro isn't giving me a choice…" His eyes flickered back to the table and his voice grew quieter, "Hiyori, would you… dance with me?"
"W-what?" She blurted out in surprise, Yukine also echoing her wide eyed gaze.
"I thought it would be fun? And-and-and… Just… please?" He gave a flustered smile, holding out his hand.
The entire table remained silent for a moment before Hiyori hesitantly let out, "Okay…"
Hiiro slid out of the booth and stood off to the side, giving an intrigued look as she watched Hiyori gingerly take his hand.
As Yato moved Hiyori closer to the group of gods, the music quieted and he gave a forced laugh, "And it's a slow song, so it's not as awkward."
"Um, I guess." She nodded, watching her feet as she let him guide her. As they came to a stop, she only looked up once she heard his voice.
"So, uh," He motioned towards her waist with his free hand, "Can I…?"
"Um, yes." She answered, reaching out for his shoulder with hers, "And I'm supposed to do this?"
He nodded, "Yeah."
As they began to sway slowly, Hiyori asked sheepishly, "So you really just wanted to dance?"
"Well, I kind of wanted to talk to you too. Alone." He admitted, smiling softly.
"Ooo, Yato-chan and Hiyorin are dancing with each other!"
They heard Kofuku yell out but Daikoku had corralled her before they managed to look over in their direction.
"Though admittedly this may have not been the smartest choice." Yato shifted so that they both turned away from the group again.
Hiyori shook her head, "Definitely not the most discreet one." He flashed another smile before she asked, "So what did you want to talk about?"
"Oh." He blinked, surprised at her question, "Uh, maybe saying I wanted to talk to you wasn't the right way to put it. I wanted to spend time with you, just you." His eyes flickered away, "I know I've been a little overbearing with Yukine lately, to say the least. So we haven't had much time together as just us."
She flushed and avoided his eyes as well, "I mean, it's okay. Obviously I've been worried about Yukine-kun too."
"I know. But still, I put you through a lot too. I… never really got to apologize for the way I left, for one." He looked back to her but his face had fallen into a frown.
Hiyori looked back to him as well, thinking carefully of her response, "It did hurt, but I understand why you did it."
"Even if you get why I did it, that doesn't make it okay." He tilted his head and looked at her more closely as they continued to sway. "I did really believe you wouldn't forget me, but I'm sorry I sort of put everything on your shoulders. I didn't want to leave without saying anything and at the time, I guess I just thought that…was the best way to say goodbye. To let you know how much you mean to me."
Her grip grew tighter on his jersey and her eyes watered, "That was the problem though, you shouldn't have been saying goodbye."
Yato furrowed his brows in confusion, "What do you mean?"
"You should have stayed and let us work everything out together, Yato. Not run off to be the hero by sacrificing yourself." Hiyori's voice rose as she answered.
"That's not—"
"It is!" She shot back, almost in a yell, "It's exactly what you were doing! I know you didn't want Yukine-kun or me to get hurt, but you should have known your father wouldn't have just let us be. You should have known that I wasn't going to just let you die."
Their dancing stuttered as Yato froze, but after a moment he continued the motions. Taking a breath, he spoke again, "I'm sorry; for everything. I don't really know what else to say." Hearing her sniffling continue to get worse, he added, "Just please, don't cry."
"I was really scared I was going to lose you." She slipped her hand out of his and wrapped her arms around him tightly, burying her face in his chest.
He cradled the back of her head and let himself sink into her as well, "I was scared I was gonna lose you, too."
"So don't leave me again." She gripped the fabric of his jacket.
"I won't." He shook his head against her.
She inhaled before she quietly asked, "Do you promise?"
"Hiyori, I promise you. I don't… want to ever feel like that again." Yato pulled back to lightly press his lips to her forehead, "And I don't want to be the reason you feel like that, either. I want you to be happy, always. Because I can't even begin to explain what you do for me. How you make me feel whenever I'm around you."
She let out a small squeak of surprise in response to his sudden affection, looking up at him in awe before answering, "I could say the same, but I do have words for it."
He pulled backward and looked over her curiously, his eyes shining brightly, "Oh really?"
Hiyori gripped his jacket tightly again, looking down and taking a breath before she looked back up and let out, "Yeah, it's 'I love you'." She swallowed and blinked before repeating more confidently, "I'm in love with you."
"Hiyori," He raised both of his hands to cup both sides of her face, his voice cracking and his eyes wet, "You-I…" Tears slipped down his cheeks and he gave a smile, "Fuck, I'm ruining this aren't I?"
"Of course not." She answered honestly, a smile on her lips as well.
He pressed his mouth against hers only briefly, not giving her much of a chance to react.
"I love you too. So much."
She answered by pressing her lips to his again, gentle and sweet. As she pulled back, both of them jolted as they were surrounded by loud cheering.
Hiyori hid her face in Yato's shoulder as he called out to their friends in annoyance, "Hey, this isn't a show!"
"Everything with you is a show." Bishamon commented in return, her hand to her forehead.
Kofuku held her camera down at her side, chiming in, "Bisha's right, there were plenty of places you could have gone to have privacy. Instead you decided to have this conversation in front of everybody. So it's your fault, Yato-chan."
"It's not like I knew this would happen." He gestured to Hiyori clinging to him, to which he received a swift elbow to his side, "Ow!"
"I had a feeling." Hiiro volunteered, waving her hand from over at the table.
It was Yukine who voiced his surprise first, "What? How?"
"Oh, please. Yato's always been hopeless when it comes to her. And it's been obvious they were tiptoeing around the subject for a while now." She gave a shrug.
"I mean, I guess you're right." Yukine grumbled in response, "Still, this is gonna be weird as hell."
"Think of it this way," Daikoku put a hand on Yukine's shoulder, "Now he won't bother you as much."
"Hmm, that is true." The younger boy hummed in agreement. "Sorry, Hiyori. Guess he's mainly your problem now."
"Why am I a problem?"
"It's okay." She flashed the blonde a smile, "I kind of figured."