[ that - she wouldn't mind. not that they need an excuse anyway but. statement stands: she wouldn't mind it. at all.
yato taking her by the hand FINALLY seems to shut hiyori up. although it hasn't calmed her thoughts, he's made her mind a blank. an overwhelmed blank, but a blank nonetheless.
another party kinda. okay. not a birthday. a day he hopes will be special. it's Christmas, it's already special. he doesn't mean that. stop THINKING, hiyori. just
live in the moment.
she tries. heart hammering in her chest, she tries. for all of yato's inability to meet her gaze, she can't take her eyes off him. he did it for her. ]
Merry Christmas... [ she repeats and pauses for a moment. in her peripheral is a floating balloon. all the candles and fairy lights halo yato's form in a soft, heavenly aura. fitting, considering what he is. ]
There's more. [ said rather than asked. breathed rather than spoken. this is already so much. a PENTHOUSE in the highest room of a nice hotel. whereas he could barely save enough for a meal, before. had to lean on her, a high schooler to pay for him and yukine at a family restaurant.
he's serious. like her, he's serious. ]
... Okay.
[ he's already given himself, calling her mistress. he's already given her multiple, wonderful gifts this morning. breakfast in bed. he came with her on her present drop-off before they showed up to the christmas party. he's given her beautiful memories. he's planned to build them a house. he's given her pretty much everything she could ever ask for and more.
what's left? (besides that thing he asked for. starts with "s" ends in "ex") ]
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yato taking her by the hand FINALLY seems to shut hiyori up. although it hasn't calmed her thoughts, he's made her mind a blank. an overwhelmed blank, but a blank nonetheless.
another party kinda. okay. not a birthday. a day he hopes will be special. it's Christmas, it's already special. he doesn't mean that. stop THINKING, hiyori. just
live in the moment.
she tries. heart hammering in her chest, she tries. for all of yato's inability to meet her gaze, she can't take her eyes off him. he did it for her. ]
Merry Christmas... [ she repeats and pauses for a moment. in her peripheral is a floating balloon. all the candles and fairy lights halo yato's form in a soft, heavenly aura. fitting, considering what he is. ]
There's more. [ said rather than asked. breathed rather than spoken. this is already so much. a PENTHOUSE in the highest room of a nice hotel. whereas he could barely save enough for a meal, before. had to lean on her, a high schooler to pay for him and yukine at a family restaurant.
he's serious. like her, he's serious. ]
... Okay.
[ he's already given himself, calling her mistress. he's already given her multiple, wonderful gifts this morning. breakfast in bed. he came with her on her present drop-off before they showed up to the christmas party. he's given her beautiful memories. he's planned to build them a house. he's given her pretty much everything she could ever ask for and more.
what's left? (besides that thing he asked for. starts with "s" ends in "ex") ]
You're going all out this year...