"Come on! Come on, we're almost there! I can see the ring-" Hiyori weaves back and forth among the dense crowd, her dark bun disappearing and reappearing like a bobber in a dark lake.
"Hiyo-" Yato is cut off when a large man elbows him in the stomach.
"Sorry." The man grunts and raises a brow as he turns to his companion and mutters, "Didn't even see him there…"
"Hiyoriiii!" Yato calls again, having lost sight of her in the dense mob. "Hiyori!" He can't see her anywhere. His heart Is pounding and his mind is whirling; his eyes rove the faces, the heads, longing for the familiar crop, the soft features…
"Hiyori!" He grabs her shoulder. "Hiyor-"
"Who the hell is Hiyori?" A girl with dark eyes slurs lazily. "And who the hell are you?"
"I…I…" He runs off as a larger man tries to throw a punch at him for touching his girl.
"Hiyori!" Yato cries, his heart nearly bursting from within his chest. His throat is raw, his hands are shaking, and he feels like he could throw up. Is this what true fear and worry feel like?…
"Yato!"
"Hiyori." He breathes, nearly crying out as her sweet smile approaches him.
"I got our tickets!" She slides a card stock slip into his hand and lingers there, her eyes bright with excitement. As she moves to pull away, Yato's fingers close in around hers and stay there, his grip firm. "Yato?" She looks up in surprise, but smiles again when she absorbs his shy blush. Moving her hand, she interlaces her fingers with his, slipping the ticket from between their palms.
"I'll keep this for now." She grins and pulls him forward, hardly noticing as that scarlet hue stays on his cheeks for the rest of the night.