fears are hardly ever logical. they're never reasonable. it's funny (not funny) that she can ride in a camper van to face weather disasters and head out to rescue civilians with no magical powers or special abilities but something like this? it's been robbing her peace of mind and sleep. what hiyori fears isn't yato leaving her because she believes in him, it's
that maybe
they're not allowed to be happy together. things were so good. besides the mistletoe shenanigans, Christmas was perfect. a terrifying hoverbike ride notwithstanding.
it's alarming how quickly everything else doesn't matter when she hears yato's hiss of pain. or the look on his face when their eyes lock after hiyori lets just how not okay she is seep into her tone.
she lets him haul her out of the vehicle and into the howl of winds and a sky that expresses how she feels better than she ever could with words. once on her feet, she's trying to pull her hair into a ponytail with a grim look on her face when yato's hands stop her.
she looks to him, wide-eyed. first, she shakes her head gently. then, more vehemently. then, almost furiously that her hair whips around. ]
Stop! [ she takes his arms, gripping at his biceps. ] Please, stop. Stop taking the blame. That doesn't make me happy. It's not you. I can tell, Yato, you're doing everything you can. You're trying to make everyone else feel better. But... what about you?
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fears are hardly ever logical. they're never reasonable. it's funny (not funny) that she can ride in a camper van to face weather disasters and head out to rescue civilians with no magical powers or special abilities but something like this? it's been robbing her peace of mind and sleep. what hiyori fears isn't yato leaving her because she believes in him, it's
that maybe
they're not allowed to be happy together. things were so good. besides the mistletoe shenanigans, Christmas was perfect. a terrifying hoverbike ride notwithstanding.
it's alarming how quickly everything else doesn't matter when she hears yato's hiss of pain. or the look on his face when their eyes lock after hiyori lets just how not okay she is seep into her tone.
she lets him haul her out of the vehicle and into the howl of winds and a sky that expresses how she feels better than she ever could with words. once on her feet, she's trying to pull her hair into a ponytail with a grim look on her face when yato's hands stop her.
she looks to him, wide-eyed. first, she shakes her head gently. then, more vehemently. then, almost furiously that her hair whips around. ]
Stop! [ she takes his arms, gripping at his biceps. ] Please, stop. Stop taking the blame. That doesn't make me happy. It's not you. I can tell, Yato, you're doing everything you can. You're trying to make everyone else feel better. But... what about you?