dreamcrystals | 1st Wish

Yeah, yeah~

You really think so? You'd honestly be willing to help me with my shrine work instead of following your heart and doing something else that interests you? I mean, just because you're acting as my guidepost in the meantime doesn't mean you have to be one ALL the time. You should still live your life the way you want to.

Okay.

[He startles at the pair of feet landing nearby, hurriedly looking up from his journal with his mouth slightly agape. For some reason he finds himself blushing slightly as he sits there watching her happy expression. Slowly, he closes the book and scoots over to make room for her.]

Heh, I dunno. Maybe because sometimes it's easier to convey your thoughts and feelings in text. That's why people still write letters, right?

[ later, when she's reading these replies she'll blush madly that he's always thinking of her and hide her face within the pages. while her heart beats so fast that it actually hurts.

after that, she'll smile approvingly that he'll keep working. she's not worried.

maybe yato closing his journal is for the best, so he doesn't see a live reaction of hiyori going so red she could be a traffic light. at the unsaid invitation, she moves to sit next to him and stares out at the horizon. eventually, her eyes close and she enjoys the small breeze. ]

I always thought it was because it's more personal to see someone's penmanship. You miss things like body language and facial expressions, though. When I was writing Yukine-kun letters, I missed seeing your faces.

[ at that, she opens her eyes and turns, aiming a small but warm smile at him. ]

We were both feeling aimless without realizing it, huh?

[And little will he realize just what an affect his simple little sentence had on her. He was just being honest, after all.

It certainly would be revealing, seeing her reaction, but alas, that's not on his mind right now. He more concerned with their current conversation. Glancing her way while her eyes are closed, he smiles to himself and leans imperceptibly closer without realizing it.]

Maybe it's that, too. No reason it can't be both. Writing is good and all, but I have to say I appreciate the advent of cellphones a lot. It's made getting work a lot easier, too. And you can send pictures!

[At her smile, he feels a slight warmth coming to his cheeks as he returns her smile with a wider one of his own. Must be the sunlight, that's it.]

Sure seems like it. When you look at it that way, it makes sense for us to work together. A-At least until we can find you something you'd like to do more.

[ it's when yato is honest and heartfelt that he usually catches her off-guard. that makes her feel so... complicated.

yato would appreciate the advent of cellphones. she rolls her eyes, good-naturedly, but inwardly agrees taking pictures with phones has been a nice everyday convenience for everyone.

and then they were just smiling at each other like idiots.

she's glad he's come to the same conclusion as her, though. working together makes sense. hiyori pauses and her smile shifts into a thoughtful look. ]

I'll stay with you and be your fill-in guidepost until Yukine-kun shows up. How does that sound?

[Sometimes it takes him by surprise, too. That's usually when he does something to deflect it and get himself into trouble. Being kicked around is easier to deal with than these complicated feelings.

Which he's somewhat getting by her agreeing to be his makeshift guidepost and business partner. It doesn't quite fluster him to the same degree as her promising to not forget him, but it's damn close.]

...nice. It really sounds nice. I'd appreciate that. In turn I'll protect you and make sure you don't go wanting for anything while we're here.

[For some reason he feels responsible for her being here, like as if she teleported with him to this mysterious place on accident. Besides, she's human and humans need a lot more than gods do to survive.]

[ kicking him around is easier than dealing with complicated feelings.

at "sounds nice" her smile widens. so much that her eyes narrow slightly with the size of it. ]

You've been doing well so far, Yato. Though it makes me wonder why you didn't cook more at Kofuku-san's if you're so good at it.

[ she gives him a small, bashful nudge of her shoulder. behind them, her tail curls around his hips. not quite touching, but nearby as it rests on the roof. hiyori doesn't notice. ]

Maybe I should learn to cook, too. Both you and Yukine-kun can do it. All I can manage is simple things. Stuff like what I brought to the cherry blossom viewing picnic. Even then, Sasaki-san helped me.

[Feelings are tough. Better to just pretend there's nothing going on there, truthfully. At least until they get to be so overwhelming that they're impossible to ignore.

His own expression softens into an admiring smile as he watches her, before her words get him to glance away with a halfhearted shrug.]

Because I didn't want to. Gods don't need to eat after all, and I was used to going without so I never bothered.

[In other words, laziness. That and Yukine was so much more keen on learning, he figured why not let him do it. He turns her way again at the nudge, though, and breaks out into a grin. He hasn't noticed her tail either, yet.]

There may be someone here who can teach you. Or I can, if you want. But you gotta promise to be a good student and follow all my instructions to the letter~

And yet your appetite is unmatched.

[ yeah, laziness. figures. she scrutinizes him quietly, wondering if there's some other reason. because it's yato and things always go a bit deeper with him.

hiyori gives him a rather flat look. ]

I am a good student, thank you very much. As long as I don't... fall asleep, that is. [ the end of her tail taps the roof like a restless cat's.]

It probably would be easiest for you to teach me. We live together. [ her mouth burrows into her palm as her cheeks start to feel warm. it makes it harder to understand her words, but they're just barely intelligible. ]

We could just cook dinner together... instead of you doing it by yourself all the time.

What can I say, I'm a healthy, growing god.

[Can we say, bullshit? He probably hasn't grown in over six-hundred years. But that's the best answer she's going to get without directly asking. He never was one for offering up information about himself.

Seemingly oblivious, he turns to look out over the other treehouses.]

In that case you can always cook while you're in your spirit form. Might save us the hassle of having you keel over into the soup. [He snickers quietly, shoulders hunching up as he does so.]

Then I'll teach you, simple as that. Just remember I'm a strict master. No slacking off is allowed. [As if recognizing the hypocrisy, he grins, drawing a knee up under his chin so he can rest on it.]

Hmm... That makes too much sense. Alright. We'll turn dinners into lessons. Then once you've gotten a better handle on things, you can start making me breakfast in bed~

[He's so prepared to get smacked for that, but he doesn't care.]

[ yes, we can definitely say bullshit. hiyori won't. maybe bullcrap. definitely "hooey!"

she opens her mouth, it might have been to ask if that's it, but she doesn't get the chance. he's making fun of her sleeping IN SOUP. she puffs out her cheeks and scowls at his profile!! because it would PROBABLY HAPPEN. he's right.

simple as that, huh. she could smack him for telling her no slacking off allowed.

she does for the breakfast-in-bed comment. right at the back of his head. not hard. enough to surprise. enough to make a point. the tip of her tail beats a little harder against the roof in agitation. it might bump his side. ]

Just because I start cooking, doesn't mean you suddenly don't have to or I'm going to start catering to you! We can share the burden like--! L, like proper roommates.

[Hooey is a good word for his load of crap. It's not deserving of a curse, it's so stupid.

There's a definite chuckle from him as he catches sight of her puffed cheeks in his peripheral vision. No arguments there, huh? This is why he's the god~

The smack comes from a different direction than he expects, leading him to get caught unawares with a sound "Ouch!" Glancing at her with a pout on his face, he grumbles something about being unappreciated under his breath, rubbing at his head.]

Alright, alright. I hear ya. I won't be leaving it all to you. It's not like you're my w-wife or anything.

[Distracted by the conversation, he absently catches her tail in a light hold of his hand, pinning it to his side.]

[ he's the GOD because that's what he IS.

IDIOT GOD.

her entire tail bristles with the mention of being "wife". yato saying she's the "perfect wife" earlier comes barreling back into her brain when she doesn't need it to but instead of the verbal rebuttal she has in store she just ]

Nh!?

[ sort of trembles all over and ducks her head with her hands balled into fists on the roof. ]

[Very much an idiot god. For he expects some kind of verbal tongue lashing and when it doesn't come, he merely cranes his head her way, confused. It looks almost like she's having some kind of fit or is about to be ill, which immediately worries him into reaching a hand out towards her. Unfortunately, it's not the one that has a grip on her cord.]

H-Hiyori? You alright? Are you cold or something?

[His brows furrow in concern as he watches her shivering. Maybe he should lend her his jacket, or they should go back inside...]

M-my tail.

[ comes her quiet, strained voice but she's speaking more to the roof than him at all. ]

You're... h, holding it.

[ unlike yato when he lost his kemonomimi, hiyori kept her extra appendage. ]

Ah--!

[Immediately it dawns on him what she means and he releases his hold, turning to look at it briefly before whipping back around to face her.]

Shit, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to-- Y..You're okay though, right? I didn't squeeze too hard, did I?

[His hands come out towards her like he might grasp her shoulders, but hesitates, clearly not wanting to overstep any more boundaries.

[ a breath she didn't know she was holding rushes out of her. the rest is a bit labored as she lifts her head to look at his anxious expression.

she tries a small, reassuring smile. ]

Y-yeah. I'm okay.

[ that felt

weird. sort of like when their tails brushed but different, too. it settles down at his side again instead of whipping back to hers. ]

It didn't hurt. It's okay, Yato. I promise. I think... as long as it's not pulled on, it's fine.

[He, too, breathes out a sigh, his of relief. Gradually, he relaxes enough that his brows are no longer furrowed and his hand drops down to merely lay on the roof.

It takes a bit of doing but he returns her smile, although his is apologetic.]

Good...

[As long as she's okay, he keeps telling himself. He didn't damage her cord, so it's all fine. She's safe and unharmed. He spares it another glance, surprised she hasn't whipped it back around to her side.]

Y..Yeah. I promise I'll be more careful from now on when you're in spirit form. It is your lifeline, after all. Any damage to it would be detrimental.

[ that's something she's been wondering, actually. if this is a dream, if her cord gets severed, does she die? ereshkigal said that life and death concepts aren't the same here.

it rests there, unmoving. ]

I don't think I'll die if anything happens to it. You don't die in dreams, do you? You wake up. [ more to the point, ]

And... erm. I trust you with it. So, it's-- not a big deal! If you touch it.

[Theoretically that might be true, although...]

But there's no telling if our dreamselves are connected to our physical selves and could transfer what happens here to there. You gotta admit this is hardly a normal dream situation. I just-- want you to be careful, is all.

[If he wasn't blushing before, he sure is now.]

R...Really? [In that case... he turns towards it, gently lifting it up in his hand and curling it around to sit in his lap where he can't resist petting it a bit.]

[ in other words, nobody knows anything. it's not like she wants to test it. it's not like she wants to die.

he's right, anyway. this isn't a normal situation. people have been baffled by dreams for years. ]

... Okay. [ with that, she lets it go. she'll be careful.

there's only a slight stiffening as he picks up her tail and sets it in his lap and then decides to go about petting it. tingles rush up her spine and her face colors but she doesn't pull it away or throw a fit.

after their clothes thief adventure, her tail became a point of interest. when she touched the soft fur, she felt nothing. when yato did? ]

S, see? No... bi-ig deal.

[ totally. fine. ]

[It may be slightly terrible that the thought of testing it himself has crossed his mind. He's a god, for one. For another, even if he were to die, would he simply reincarnate? But at the same time the possibility is frightening. A thousand and some odd years he's spent being afraid of fading away. He's not eager to rush it.

Trusting in her words over the way she blushes, he continues petting, a smile slowly spreading across his face.]

Y'know, I never noticed it before, but it's really soft! I wonder if it reflects the nature of your soul.

[A fluffy, soft soul seems fitting for her, at least in his mind.]

[ only slightly. ]

I, is that so? [ it's like constantly getting a tingle rush. the kind you feel all the way to the top of her head and lingers in your legs for a while, but she's getting used to it the more he does it. ]

Y-you never noticed because I never let anybody touch it before. [ deep, even breaths. ]

What does that mean for my soul if it's soft like that?

[As if he's mesmerized by her tail, he keeps petting it ever so gently, laughing quietly to himself.]

It is~ [Pet, pet, pet, pet, peeeet~]

Ah, I guess that's true. Can't blame you for that given how I had to grab it the first time in order to save you.

[He chuckles at the memory, then brings her tail up to his cheek to nuzzle it. Somebody is smitten.] I think it means you're a good person, open and honest.

[ ... at least he's happy. she huffs quietly.

being reminded of HOW he grabbed it and yanked it nearly makes her tail jerk out of his grip, but he drags it up to his face to nuzzle it.

hiyori blushes hard. at both his face rubbing into her soul fur and his answer.

she props her chin in her palms, looking away with her eyes trailing over to trace the shape of the trees. the tip of her tail wiggles against his nose. ]

W-well, I think it means I love soft, cute things.

[Cuddling her tail, he lets out a content hum. If he still had his, it would be swishing languidly.

Thankfully he's too preoccupied to notice her blush just yet, being silly and sticking his nose in her floofy fur.

This is a new level of intimate that he's gonna savor while he's granted the honor.]

Then how come it's not a prehensile, muscle-bound thing like your wrestling hero?

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he looks like fujisaki in that icon omgggggg

nooooooo but he's so happy...! IT'S THE HAIR

IT'S DEFINITELY THE HAIR

I CAN'T UNSEE IT /phone tags