A/N: Hnnng. My first chapter with Kazuma! *fingers crossed* I understand that Yato is more of a benefactor to Kazuma, but I would like to think that they're friends who enjoy small talks and brunches with each other every now and then.
Also, MINOR spoiler alert (it's very mild, it might not even be a spoiler unless you got that far lol)
Disclaimer: Disclaimers suck. They're so repetitive. WHATEVER, I own my writing, the characters to their rightful owners (le siiiiiiiigh).
02. Kazuma, "Precious"
He sipped on a cup of tea as he looked out at the people passing by the window. He sat alone at a corner booth of a cafe as he patiently waited. The servers quickly forgot that he was there and he had to call out a few times to get a refill. His guest was taking a long time to get here, as usual, but he was used to the tardiness.
He took a moment to appreciate the warm sunlight that shone through the glass and onto his hands. He wondered at how so much had changed in the world. Even on this one street, within the past few decades everything seemed to have changed, yet the sunlight remained the same; warm, watchful, glowing. Similar to that person. He will be forever indebted to that person. He owed him everything that he was because he saved her. And for that, he is eternally grateful.
He didn't have much friends (he doubted that he had many during his time amongst the living as well). He wasn't very sociable afterall. But he never found the need for a lot of company. He found family in Bishamon and her regalias and he found friendship in him. That was more than enough.
They weren't always friends though. He thought about how many years he had known this person and he honestly couldn't remember how long it had been. It must had been centuries. If it hadn't been for a string of events, he might have never become friends with him in the first place. Nevertheless, he was glad that they were.
He thought back to Yukine's punishment. He still couldn't understand completely why he would have chosen to sacrifice himself in order to help the boy. But if the situation had been reversed, he wouldn't have wanted Bishamon to give up on him either. But it was unimaginable what life would have been like had he not have been able to be there to perform the ritual for him. What would have happened if he lost his only friend? What would have happened if he-
"KAZUMA! DID YOU WAIT LONG?" Kazuma adjusted his glasses as he saw Yato rushing in through the door.
"Of course not." he replied quietly as he pushed the empty tea cup to the side. "You're always late Yato-san, I know not to come on time. I just got here as well."
"I'm sorry! I followed Hiyori to school and Yukine was just being incredibly- nevermind. I'll explain in a bit, let me buy you a coffee first!" Yato rushed off to grab a hold of a waitress. Kazuma chuckled quietly to himself. After many years of meeting up at this cafe, Yato still didn't notice that he never once drank the coffee. He wasn't a fan of the drink, yet he always politely motioned the cup as to not insult his friend.
He looked down at his hands to see that the sunlight had moved away, yet the warmth from earlier still lingered. Kazuma smiled ever so softly. He was certain that he didn't know how precious he truly was.
Yato stood by a counter after he ordered two coffees from a waitress. He glanced over at Kazuma who looked to be deep in thought. He wondered when Kazuma would finally confront him about his tardiness or even tell him that he doesn't drink coffee. Knowing Kazuma, he probably never will.
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03. Hiyori, "Rose" (K+)