[ while she may also get the urge to pick something up for someone when it reminds her of them, she's still surprised when yato comes back with these little gifts that range from weird to sweet.

foot rubbing sits somewhere in the middle of that scope. strangely enough, the pain is gone. she's not sure if that's a result of his massaging or her pain tolerance. nor is she sure if she should pull her foot away when yato continues...

he does it for her. her eyes drop to her lap and she wriggles her bare toes against the floor. she can't bear to look at yato's blushing face without feeling incredibly embarrassed herself. more embarrassed. there is no call to be close to yato.

neither is there for her to sit by him so closely on the couch that their sides touch as she tends to his sickness or they open christmas gifts.

no call at all. ]

Can we...? [ even with warnings. it's not a BIG kitchen. ] I've bumped into you more than once in there. And remember that one time you snuck up behind me while I was making food and you scared me?

[ more like he flustered the hell out of her by standing right at her back and put his hands over hers. she almost lost it. ]