"45…46…47…4- AUGH."
Rolling onto his stomach, Yato rested his chin on his folded arms and sighed, staring into the distance and watching the stars of the city flicker and shine. It had been four days since their last mission. Business hadn't been this slow since…Well, he couldn't remember. Not even when he was between Shinkis was the flow of customers this scarce. He tried to run over all the places he had advertised, thinking of whether any of them were inappropriate…
His arms fell asleep after a while, and, grunting, he rolled over onto his back, interlacing his fingers over his stomach. Laying there, he could just make out Yukine's soft breathing beneath the night's gentle breezes.
The brat had really turned himself around. He was rather proud, really…
It had to be 3am by now. Maybe even four. He could call Hiyori…
Riiing Riiing Riiing…
He should've known there was no way she'd be up-
"Mmm…'Ello?…Yato?" Hiyori's thick, groggy voice filled his ear.
"Uh…uhm…H-Hi, Hiyori."
"Hi…Yato." Her voice was soft and thick. "What's…going on? Are you…alright?"
"I, uh, yeah. I just wanted to, um…chat?"
"Yato…"
His phone vibrated against his head, and, when he snapped it around to read a new text, his eyes brightened and a grin broke out across his cheeks.
"Never mind, Hiyori!" He called into the receiver. "No time now. We have a job! Rise and Shine, Yukine!" A soft groan from the ground. "Bye, Hiyori, gotta get this punk going."
"Alright…Yato…" Her voice steadily faded." Be…careful…I...love…you…"
"I-I l-love you, too….?" He stammered into the phone, suddenly snapping it shut as Yukine sat up, groggily rubbing his eyes.
"Was that-"
"No time to talk!" Yato cried, jumping up just in time to conceal his blushing cheeks in shadows. "We have a job!"
Hopping onto the roof of Tenjin's shrine, Yato waiting for Yukine, staring at his phone, that deep scarlet still dusting his cheeks as they traversed toward their new customer.