[ there's the contrast, then. though there were hard times, there were just as many good times. if not more good times since she met him. so many good memories. she has a notebook full of them.

but hiyori's had those doubts, too. early on in their relationship she wonders if a human was even fit to be in a relationship with a god. it was ereshkigal's reassurances and the support of their other friends and yato himself that helped her through that. that although his existence was divine and hers was mortal and normal, he loved her. and she loved him.

if he quit her, after promising not to let go of her again, he'd have hell on his hands. should yato ever ask her, she'd tell him that "no" he never managed to and she's relieved he didn't. that he followed her whenever she went on a night jog. that the sense of safety she felt hovering around her was because he was there. he was always there.

there's a yellow marker nearby. they can be Team Poop together. in sickness and in poop. ]

S- sorry. I had a lot of pent-up feelings... [ grumbled, face getting redder and redder as he calls her BRUTAL. only with him. hfhfhf. he can take it.

thinking about yato's eternal youth as a sixteen-year-old was all she COULD think about sometimes. to some extent, that hasn't changed but it's not as much. it would be frustrating and not a little terrifying to one day look in the mirror together and see herself as an old woman and yato forever twenty. that's not his fault, though. that's... she chose that. ]

I have one if you want ideas. Moisturizing is critical. [ she throws back at him, happy to see he's smiling. even at the expense of calling them snoops. THEM. CALLED SNOOPS BY YATO. A MEGA SNOOP. ]

We figured it was fair game with how much you snooped on us. [ read: her. ]