dreamcrystals | 2nd Wish

[ it's not so much the material possessions she finds comfort from...

that said, it's slowly but surely starting to feel more like a home and less like a temporary abode. hiyori isn't sure how to feel about it, at times. there are days, like this, when she misses her family terribly. there are other days when she's simply happy to exist and that yato is safe and happy (??) and well-cared for, himself. that she gets to (sort of) keep her promise of seeing him every day.

once their eyes meet, she glances away hastily. it is weird. it's weird, but no. not in a bad way. in a way she doesn't know what to say or do with herself because this is unfamiliar. in a way that makes her chest hurt. with her heart beating so hard, she's thankful he doesn't have those sharp ears he had some months ago. the cat ones. he would hear it.

act normal, act normal. ]

That's sneaking. [ there's a small glance she throws at him as a smile threatens her. his apology makes her shoulders go a bit more lax and her fingers loose. ]

It's alright. [ a foot curls around her ankle and she leans forward slightly. ] ... It's like I said before. I know you're just trying to look out for and help me. It's not like I don't do the same thing. [ just less... YATO-Y. ]

... While we're here, I... guess we could work on the mirror cover idea. Could you get my sketchbook on my desk? [ and then

AND THEN

she pats the spot next to her on her bed. decidedly not working on her, what did he say, half-assed job of dealing with threats? but it's been a long time since he's felt any kind of threat. ]

[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.]

Do you have any ideas already?

[ ~~now we know why shiro ended up there...~~

hiyori playfully rolls her eyes at his argument first. she does not manage it better, though. maybe she's doing better here, but back home that doesn't feel like the case at all. the three of them have always made up where another is weak. it's no use to keep pining. they haven't been doing bad, either. yato with his fumbling and figuring her out.

he's doing better than she remembers him doing.

she could have gotten up and grabbed the sketchbook herself, but assigning yato to the task feels like the better choice. she doesn't freak out or scoot away when yato sits next to her and hands over the book. she opens it to the right page and pulls out her pencil, sketching the mirror they use in the bathroom. ]

Hmmm, yeah, maybe. I was thinking... a sort of blanket thing? To drape over the mirror. Something light and easy but can still hide the reflection. I don't know. What about you? Any ideas?

[ after a pause, she holds out the pencil to offer and tilts the sketchbook toward him. inviting him to lean in and draw or take the sketchbook or whatever he wants. ]

~~foot fetish foot fetish~~

There's a slight pout when she doesn't bite to his playful argument, but he gets over it quickly enough. He's learning to adjust more swiftly to situations that don't favor him or his preferences, it seems.

Watching her intently with a slight smile on his face, Yato nods along to her words. And when given the chance to offer his own input, he eagerly takes the pencil and sketchbook to draw up a hasty curtain thing, something that looks out of a Victorian mansion with a flounce on top and braided cords to hold back the dual fabric panels. (That are being pulled by little Hiyori angels in this drawing.) Hardly simple.]

How about something like this? We could get fabric in your favorite color, or to match the decor in there if you want!

[ ~~show me them toes~~

BECAUSE SHE KNOWS IT'S SNEAKING.

where yato didn't lean in, hiyori does slightly. the side of her arm bumping his she watches him draw something much faster than she did. the general idea is good! but why the angels? ]

O, oh. Y-yeah, I like that. I... was thinking of something simple and light, somewhat flowy. Like a sheer fabric. And, um...

[ points at those tiny hiyori angels with a finger. it reminds her of that one drawing she stumbled upon. one done by yato. cat hiyori. her name written over and over and over. "I want milk". it's best to ignore these things. ]

Are these little statues or?

[ does she want to know DOES SHE WANT TO KNOW ]

[~~don't give him ideas; he might want to paint them~~

IT WAS BEING STEALTHY...

For his part, he finds himself subtly shifting so their shoulders end up touching as well. It's not quite snuggling, but it's pretty darn close. Enough so that his cheeks take on a reddish tinge.]

We can do that, easy. Whatever fabric you like, be it lacy or gauzy or silky--

[His gaze follows her finger to the angels but shoots back up to her face with a sparkle in his eye at the suggestion of them being statues. That's brilliant...!]

Y-Yeah! We can attach them to the wall where they can hold back the curtain panels--!

[SHE DIDN'T WANT TO KNOW, DID SHE]

[ ~~he has enough of those on his own HONESTLY~~

WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE??

they're just!! putting their heads together for ideas!! not almost snuggling. hiyori is doing her best to keep everyone who lives in this treehouse happy. in the only ways that she knows how. ]

G-gauzy? [ WHAT.

also WHAT. NO. that wasn't her throwing out ideas, she was asking him what the heck he's drawing so detailed! it's so familiar. THEY CAN'T HAVE TINY ANGEL HIYORIS HOLDING THE CURTAIN BACK. ]

Th, those will take a while to make! Why don't we just... use simple hooks? It doesn't have to be anything fancy!!

[~~Imagine the trouble they could get into if they teamed up!~~

SNEAKING IS DELIBERATE, STEALTH IS INHERENT!

True. If they were actually snuggling, Yato's head might implode from the implications alone. This is just a normal, professional creative working relationship...! A very close one. Physically, anyway.]

Yeah! Breezy, billowy~

[Like what the angel Hiyoris are wearing! Thankfully he has more sense and decency than to leave them in the buff right in front of Hiyori herself. That makes them more acceptable as a bathroom fixture, too, right?]

Hmm... I suppose that's true. Although we can always swap them out once they're made! [At least he didn't think to make them a matching set with himself included?? Or would that have been better...]

[ ~~they get enough trouble with just him!!~~

STEALTH IS INHERENT TO BEING SNEAKY. ]

Oh. Gauzy. [ doctor's daughter thought of gauze and had trouble imagining a fabric like that to make curtains but BREEZY AND BILLOWY. yes, exactly. they're on the same page. for everything but one thing.

just two friends hanging out. on the bed. making domestic house decoration plans together. nothing extraordinary!

nothing acceptable about having herself as an angel as bathroom fixture, either. zero. that's the thing they're on different pages with. thank goodness those statues aren't naked. angel in the buff hiyori is for his private collection, huh...

if there was a yato on the other side, there's no way she could convince herself that the angels weren't her. like she is currently doing. ]

I-I don't know. We may find that we like the ones we have just find. They may really... [ gulp. ]

Hook us. [ SHE IS MAKING BAD JOKES JUST TO DISTRACT HIM FROM THOSE POTENTIAL STATUES. SHE'S DESPERATE.

DON'T DO IT, YATO. ]

[~~He doesn't invite it, it just finds him...!~~

....OKAY THAT'S TRUE. POINT IS, HE WASN'T TRYING TO SNEAK.]

Yeah! Oh-- Right, not like, hospital gauze. [He finally catches up with her train of thought and grins, having forgotten that that's where her mind likely would've jumped to first.

Kind of like how anyone peeking into her bedroom would simply see a god and his follower doing bathroom planning. Just normal, everyday things all housemates do! Right? He's never had one before. House or housemate. It's actually pretty fun, getting in on this domestic thing.

Which is why he wants to go all out on even something as small as covers for the mirrors - how often will they get the chance to do anything similar once they're back home? Although it has sort of inspired him into maybe asking Kofuku if they can jazz up their his and Yukine's room.

Thankfully he's sorta switched to making his affection for her less... overt. Now that he's almost accepted it for what it is. L-Lov....]

... [Did she just-- She DID. That gets a snicker-snort from him as he nudges her elbow.] Nice one, Hiyori~!

[Thinking to spare her somewhat, he sketches in a couple of simple ribbons to hold the curtain. There. No angels. For now.] Like that?

[ ~~he invites it a LITTLE.~~

YES. WELL. ok we'll give him that. and that he was able to read her confusion so easily. although she looked sheepish, she smiled back too.

there's nothing normal or everyday about yato. that's been true since day one. sitting here talking about bathroom curtains? yeah, that's standard for housemates. even in her parent's home, she remembers her mother and father discussing a couple of things when she was young. whether or not they should buy a bigger television, being one.

once she gets a place of her own, she figures she'll be making more decisions like this. without the struggle of mirrors being cursed. despite herself, she imagines yato coming to visit a lot with yukine. so she'll need guest rooms for them to stay in. a kitchen her for her and yato to cook in and--

his praise nearly sails over her head and she nervously laughs. r-right! nice one! that kind of physically hurt to say BUT IT WORKED. ]

Yeah. Yeah, I like that. It's cute. It'll soften up the look. You don't mind ribbons?

[ ... he wouldn't. he's better at being a girl than she is. of course he would think of ribbons. ]

Maybe some light blue ribbon would look nice. [ ?? not pink? ] And I can look for some light blue towels to match! [ ever since christmas, making the house festive together, the treehouse has felt more and more like a home. ]

[~~Okay maybe just a liiittle bit.~~

To be fair, it took him a minute to remember 'gauze' had a secondary meaning, so she's in good company.

It stands to reason that being unusual and somewhat... abnormal isn't such a bad thing for a god. They don't want to be too down-to-earth or nobody will have any respect for them. As he well knows. ~~Never mind that the lack of respect has precious little do with his godliness.~~

Thinking about Hiyori being on her own would set off Yato's warning alarms to the point where she'd have a hard time getting rid of him. A young girl striking out by herself for the first time? Definitely in need of a chaperone and guardian! No way would any guys be coming near her...!

It's kind of painfully obvious that she's trying to distract him from the whole angel design, so the kindest thing he can do is shelve the idea.]

Nah, I think ribbons would be a nice touch - simple to use and not overdone. It's not like I mind cute.

[He does love capyper, after all. And he has worn her uniform before, SO.]

Blue is good! Though I would've thought you'd want to go for pink. Unless that's just too girly for you? [Lately she seems to be favoring blue almost as much as pink. Why, he isn't sure, but he doesn't mind. He's fond of blue as well, so it works out good.]

[ ~~MHM that's what I thought!!~~

more often than not, she's in good company. her respect for him really does have little to do with his godliness or even his weird personality and more to do with that he's yato.

less often does yato pick up on the subtle cues that she's uncomfortable. living together has given them both plenty of experience on being able to tell what the other wants without saying it. not that hiyori is any amount of subtle in this instance.

she relaxes a bit more, even becoming downright uncomfortable sitting on her bed together. ]

Sometimes I think you like cute things more than me. [ ribbons. okay! yeah, good. she takes the pencil back from yato and scribbles in a couple of ribbons to hold back the fabric instead of angel hiyori.

... why DID she say blue? ]

N, no! No, that's not it. I like pink, too. [ pink is nice. she has a lot of pink in her clothes. her scarf is pink. glancing up from her sketchbook to look at yato gives her a pretty good idea why she chose blue. she looks down quickly. ]

I! Have a lot of pink in my room already. If you overdo a color, you get tired of it. Blue is... calming.

[If it's not his (awesome) personality that she has respect for, then it does beg the question what about him is worthy of it... Y'know, just out of curiosity. ~~He'd eventually admit to to not having much else going for him aside from that, haha...~~

It's the fact Hiyori is being a bit blatant in her preferences that he actually picked up on those cues this time, something he's grateful for. Despite his pushy and somewhat selfish nature, he does want to make her happy.

He huffs a bit at her assertion of his penchant for cuteness, but doesn't object. His first reaction was to point out that of course he likes cute things, just look at her! But thankfully he catches himself before that slip up, even if he still ends up with a faint blush upon his cheeks.]

S-So what if I do? [There's the faintest of pouts on his lips just daring her to find fault with his love of cuteness as he shifts in place.]

Well, I know that. You have a lot of it in your wardrobe. [Which he thankfully knows just from her wearing it, not from personal experience. Those big, blue eyes follow hers, blinking in confusion somewhat as he tries to follow her train of thought. Something he manages to do once she explains more.]

...that makes sense. It does get overwhelming after a while, to the point you can just become sick of seeing it. B-Besides! Blue is nice, being the color of the sky and all.

[ simply because it's the right thing to have respect for other people. but... because they're friends, too. because he does his best. because he's trying to change. because she chooses to give it to him. what other reason does she need? ~~NO SEE HE HAS OTHER THINGS.~~

if he used her as an example, she might've turned red eternally. he's never... really... called her cute...? or, had he at any point, she only took it as yato being yato and not anything serious. choosing to believe he's being frivolous and vying for attention because that's easier.

instead, he pouts and she grins at him. waving a hand. ] Nothing, nothing! [ speaking of cute-- ah, wait. no. nope. PUTTING THAT THOUGHT AWAY. in its place, she's going to consider getting colors OTHER THAN PINK for her wardrobe. why does he know that ] ... I do, don't I?

[ being the color of the sky. right. fair weather. what would happen if she used the example she was REALLY thinking of just now? ]

This is good, though. Blue ribbons to hold back breezy, billowy fabric! I think it'll look nice and everyone will be happy. [ oh ] ... You're happy, right?

[SOB SHE'S SO GENEROUS AND KIND. It takes a lot more for people to earn his respect, stingy and sometimes selfish bastard that he can be. ~~He does?? PLEASE ENLIGHTEN HIM.~~

Then she'd be extra cute...! A cycle of never-ending cuteness! Though maybe he'll have to start complimenting her more earnestly here and there now that he's calmed down a bit over demanding her attention so that she wouldn't forget him... It might be a good way to convey just how much he... appreciates not just her personality, but p-physically, too. In a presence sort of way--!

He lets go of his pout with a final huff, glancing away with a mutter under his breath.] Yeah, especially your underwear. [Thinking she won't have heard that, he nods emphatically at her question.]

O-Of course I am...! Why wouldn't I be? I'm happy if you're happy. [For the most part. There are times when he might be a bit disgruntled or put out, but generally speaking as both a god and a guy, knowing Hiyori is content and happy is more than enough for him.]

[ ah, well! h-he's a god??? ~~PULLS OUT THE LIST. CLEARS THROAT. little ponytail.~~

she's going to pass out if he does that... and, depending on the compliment, doki... a bit (A LOT)...

wait what did he just say. one of those things deserves him getting kicked off her bed. (he's right. is this because he saw her pink striped underwear when they were hunting the catfish?!) the other thing? she blinks at him in surprise, speechless. that's not

actually true, is it? flustered, the sentiment sinking in, she looks down at her sketchbook quickly. he's saying that because of the mirror thing. this doesn't apply to everything. ]

W-well. If you're happy, then I'm happy.

[ not about the underwear thing. ]

And to stay happy, I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that comment under your breath just now. About the color of a certain article of clothing you shouldn't know about.

[True that! He is indeed a god!! And a good one, he hopes...! ~~O-Oh. That's a good place to start. Cute little ponytail, too.~~

They can both end up an embarrassed heap on the floor, if they can stand to face one another long enough after said compliment.

He fully expects to be at the very least booted from beside her, if not wrestled into a twist and then flung out of the room bodily. When that doesn't occur he spares a nervous glance at her, catching her looking down at the book. Was it because of what he said? Which part?? Maybe it's better he doesn't know for sure.

He beams at her being happy

and then it immediately turns into a dorky half-smile as she continues. If she's going to ignore it in the name of peace, who is he to ruin the mood?

Oh, right, he's Yato.]

Heh heh. But stripes are cute...! [just end him now]

[ most of the time. ~~it's so tiny and cute...!~~

except when he's making comments about her panties. then he's incorrigible. nevermind complimenting each other, they're going to end up on the floor for other reasons. painful reasons. she gave you a fighting chance, yato, and you said NAH!!!

going redder than ever, she thinks of taking her sketchbook and smacking him with it. her current underwear is striped. that could be why it hits a particularly sore spot. she snatches one of her pillows from behind her and SMACKS HIM WITH IT.

death by fluff. perish.

why does she choose a pillow instead of something more solid? could be his comment (not the first time) of saying if she's happy, he's happy. it could be the memory of the hospital and how he saved her. it could be what just happened in the bathroom, how he comforted her when she needed it. it could be that she remembered he HAS called her cute before--

but some feathers fly loose with the force behind it smacking into his face. ]

[Except for times like now, huh. ~~It probably spins happily when he's excited...!~~

The incredible, incorrigible, imbecilic god. Who not only ignored his chance to freely escape punishment, but decided to waltz right into it, face first. Sometimes there's just not accounting for stupidity. Or Yato.

His self-smug smile gets quickly wiped clean off when she hits him, drawing out a noise like a squawking chicken from the puff of pillow hitting him squarely in the face. The force of which takes him by such surprise that he starts to tip over where he's perched, flailing for a few moments before landing in an upside down heap on the floor, feet wiggling helplessly.

One of the loose feathers drifts down to land on his nose, making it twitch with a sneeze. That really smarted.]

.....ow.

[ ~~STOP THAT'S TOO PRECIOUS AND SILLY~~

hiyori stands over him, so red in the face and her pillow weapon still in hand and raised over her head. ready to smack him again if he makes some OTHER comment about her panties. just because there have been a ton of panty shots throughout the manga!! ]

Why are you like this?!

[ IT WAS A MOMENT, BEFORE HE MENTIONED UNDERWEAR. FOR THE SECOND TIME. SHE GAVE HIM ONE FREE PASS! ]

I don't make comments about your underwear!! Especially when you leave it in the bathroom!

[~~IMAGINE IT PAIRED WITH HIS SCARF WINGS~~~

Suddenly aware of the looming danger due to the abrupt darkness settling in over him, Yato raises one hand defensively, the other splayed against the bed to try uprighting himself. Although when he twists his head around to better get the bend out of his neck, he's greeted to a display of bare legs and stripes.]

.....uh. It just.. kinda... happens?

[Somewhat nervously, he points with a finger up her skirt, cheeks tinged with red.]

You're, um, welcome to...? 'specially since yours are kinda... showing right now. Stripes again~♥

[Time to kiss his ass goodbye.]

[ ~~AND HIM FLOATING OFF THE GROUND.~~

that's his excuse?! it happens??? UGH.

it would be totally plausible and understandable if he blamed hiyori for this one. because, yep, she is kinda not very self-aware at times! caught up in the moment and forgetting that she didn't put on her leggings before rushing to the bathroom to stop yato from being a super idiot and giving their mirrors away.

as if she needed him to welcome her to comment about his capyper underwear. she won't, thanks. as if he needs to comment about her currently showing striped underwear. at least they're the ones he saw before in their quest to find the clothes thief. the first clothes thief.

sucking in a breath sharply, she doesn't hit yato with the pillow but shoves it over his face to smother him. and hide herself from his view.

why

WHY ]

[~~FLYING IN LITTLE CIRCLES HAHA~~

HE'S TRYING TO WORK ON TWO THINGS HERE AT THE MOMENT OKAY, HE'S KIND OF DISTRACTED!!

Oh no, he never blames Hiyori for anything, and certainly not for this - it was his own idiocy that landed him in this position, after all. Although to be fair he's not really thinking about whose fault it is that he's go a worm's eye view of her candy striped panties again, only that there they are, in all their pretty pink glory.

He manages to get a whopping one syllable out before being smothered ("Hi"), leaving him to flail helplessly against the soft cotton and feathers. It's not a particularly desperate struggle, him being a god and all, but it makes his surprise and indignation known well enough. From beneath the pillow comes muffled cries for mercy, undeserved as they are.]

Hihyohi--! Phease! 'm sohry...!

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