[It's these more emotional days that Yato worries about Hiyori most, fearful that if she remains in Reverein it'll be detrimental to her, yet selfishly afraid of what might happen to himself if she were to go home. The only solution he sees is to try making her stay as comforting as possible, in the only way he really knows how.
He's equally quick to search out something else to focus on, and ends up back at her feet. Which in itself is weird, but then they are very pretty feet-- No, Yato, no! Get a grip! Flushing deeper at his ridiculous train of thought, his gaze flicks back to hers in time to catch that smile, making him ache with longing.]
Is not. [It's a childish retort that he offers with an embarrassed smile of his own.] Yeah, you just seem to manage it a bit better. [He can admit that much, at least.]
Ah, sure...!
[With that offer on the table, he hops up in an instant, hurrying over to her desk and back again so he can nervously take a seat beside her on the bed. He passes over the sketchbook with a nod as he resists the urge to lean closer; she has to have room to work, after all. Can't do that if he's hovering too close.]
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He's equally quick to search out something else to focus on, and ends up back at her feet. Which in itself is weird, but then they are very pretty feet-- No, Yato, no! Get a grip! Flushing deeper at his ridiculous train of thought, his gaze flicks back to hers in time to catch that smile, making him ache with longing.]
Is not. [It's a childish retort that he offers with an embarrassed smile of his own.] Yeah, you just seem to manage it a bit better. [He can admit that much, at least.]
Ah, sure...!
[With that offer on the table, he hops up in an instant, hurrying over to her desk and back again so he can nervously take a seat beside her on the bed. He passes over the sketchbook with a nod as he resists the urge to lean closer; she has to have room to work, after all. Can't do that if he's hovering too close.]
Do you have any ideas already?