That's where Yato will have to disagree: her fears are justified and understandable. Because they're borne of very real circumstances. She isn't making up a scenario just to be jealous. Even if she has no need to worry about him straying, it's fair for her to harbor such feelings.
If they're not allowed to be happy, then he's going to say fuck it and be so anyways. Since when does he ever allow anything (aside from his father) affect the way he lives his life?
Even the bump to the back of his head means little in the grand scope of things, compared to Hiyori's distress. So with a throbbing ache he hefts them off into the tempest that is Kagoshima. Thank goodness for their plugsuits, awkward colored as his is.
Less thankful for Hiyori getting riled up thanks to his attempts at apologizing. He cringes at her shout, shoulders sagging helplessly as she latches onto him. It seems that every time he tries to make things better, they only end up worse.]
S-Sorry... [His head drops down as his gaze falls to their feet, and he finds himself balling his hands into fists out of frustration.]
...me? What about me? I just want you to be content and happy like you used to be. [Or... is that the problem? That he's only thinking of her? Once again, he feels lost, like they're speaking two different languages.]
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That's where Yato will have to disagree: her fears are justified and understandable. Because they're borne of very real circumstances. She isn't making up a scenario just to be jealous. Even if she has no need to worry about him straying, it's fair for her to harbor such feelings.
If they're not allowed to be happy, then he's going to say fuck it and be so anyways. Since when does he ever allow anything (aside from his father) affect the way he lives his life?
Even the bump to the back of his head means little in the grand scope of things, compared to Hiyori's distress. So with a throbbing ache he hefts them off into the tempest that is Kagoshima. Thank goodness for their plugsuits, awkward colored as his is.
Less thankful for Hiyori getting riled up thanks to his attempts at apologizing. He cringes at her shout, shoulders sagging helplessly as she latches onto him. It seems that every time he tries to make things better, they only end up worse.]
S-Sorry... [His head drops down as his gaze falls to their feet, and he finds himself balling his hands into fists out of frustration.]
...me? What about me? I just want you to be content and happy like you used to be. [Or... is that the problem? That he's only thinking of her? Once again, he feels lost, like they're speaking two different languages.]