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OPEN💗 LATE VALENTINE'S DAY PARTY

WHO: Newbies, oldbies, everyone is welcome!
WHAT: A Late Valentine’s Party mingle, since Valentines’ Day was over Kaiju month…
WHERE: “MANTRA”, an underground, alternative club in Neo Toyko
WHEN: March 10th
WARNINGS: Romance and shippy things, alcohol, hookah, suggestive things. Anything NSFW is to be appropriately labelled.

Around the 10th of March, Outsiders will receive a message in their ocular inbox from Kabru, the Outsider also known as @ rasgulla. The message reads:

“To my dearest friends and teammates,

If we haven’t met before, call me Kabru. When not on missions as an Outsider, I work as a freelance event planner for various businesses and private organizations within Neo Tokyo.

Valentines’ Day is a popular holiday in Japan that was sadly interrupted last month by the kaiju. My current client is holding a belated Valentines’ Day event and they would really like the Outsiders to come. There will be plenty of food and things to do. Even if you're not looking for a romantic time, I'd encourage you to come!

Please wear something comfortable. Looking forward to seeing you there!

Yours sincerely,

Kabru.”

A location pin comes attached with the invitation. It looks like Kabru’s become more adept at technology over the months.

Follow the location pin and you’ll find yourself in front of ‘Mantra’ in metro Tokyo, an underground, alternative club making waves for its uniqueness in the club scene. Outsiders will all be allowed in without much fuss. The owner of the club is a gentle woman who kindly requests that all guests take their shoes off and leave them at the side. There is a lingering scent of incense and the people hanging out in the club look remarkably calm as they relax; cuddling and enjoying each other’s company. What kind of Valentine’s day party is this? A New Age, alternative kind, apparently. The owner of the club wants to be promoting togetherness in a completely different way.

Thankfully, finger foods and alcohol appear to be abundant, even if Kabru would really like you to be mingling with the people! There is a bar with free flowing wines and spirits, and a table with hors d'oeuvres and small desserts as accompaniment. These can include sushi rolls, small sandwiches, crab cake bites, small skewers, chocolates, little cakes and tarts. Food aside, there is live music playing and guests are highly encouraged to dance.

Naturally, couples are also coupling up, but anything too raunchy is of course cordoned off to a private room. Also, ignore the people smoking electronic hookah at the side…

What can you do besides eat and drink?

1. DANCING 💗

The DJ mostly plays trance and synth pop music in the background but he’s happy to take requests. On the dancefloor,there’s always a group of tipsy guests dancing their hearts out, some dancing alone and others dancing as a couple. There’s no right or wrong way to dance and most people will not cast judgement. Give it a try? Better hurry, before some of the overeager guests try to drag you in.

2. CUDDLE PILE 💗
Numerous cushions are set out around the venue for guests to lounge in and cuddle. It’s highly encouraged, in fact! Especially after a vigorous dance session. There are people lying together in larger groups, and couples choosing to spend their time lounging and enjoying each other’s company. Finding it difficult to relax? The owner might give you a whiff of her special perfume that’s guaranteed to put you in a state of complete calm. It might even make you more open about lying together with someone else.

3. SPEED DATING 💗

There’s a speed dating round going on in one side of the club. Guests are numbered and paired up randomly, then given a short amount of time to get to know each other on a speedy little date. Don’t know what to say? A list of questions will flow in through the oculars to give you a prompt. (Please refer to here and here for some examples or make up your own!)

4. MAKE SWEET TREATS 💗

In the spirit of Valentines’ Day, the owner of the club is hosting a quick desserts-making workshop at the event. Guests will be provided with ingredients and taught to make chocolate or cupcakes, and they will get the chance to decorate it however they like. It’s highly encouraged to make something to give to your sweetheart or the person you admire. Do you really want to be the person eating their own chocolate on Valentines’ Day?

5. PARTY GAMES 💗

What’s a party without party games? Throughout the night, people will be getting drunk and playing local drinking games such as the King’s Game. Eventually, other games from the West get introduced by other people. These games include Truth or Dare, Spin the Bottle and 7 Minutes in Heaven.

6. TAKE SOMEONE HOME 💗

If it looks like you're having a pretty good time with someone else, a helpful robot will approach you and provide you both with a key to a private room. Some of these private rooms are normal and some are themed, similar to a love hotel. There's no need to actually do anything raunchy of course. You could just cuddle up and enjoy the warmth of the digital fireplace! Everything one might need for a nice time together (condoms, lubricant etc) will be readily available.

As the event planner, Kabru will be buzzing around and making sure everything runs smoothly, but he can be stopped for questions or concerns (pls be nice to him he has anxiety). Characters can sit out of anything they want, but drunk and overeager guests might decide to drag them in.

[ OOC: I put this up so everyone can enjoy a chill mingle after the chaos of last month! And also because we didn’t get the opportunity to have do much for Valentines’ Day given the timing. Naturally, please label any NSFW, add your content warnings appropriately, and state your boundaries and preferences in terms of shipping/gen/being tagged by younger/older characters. ]

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[Sadly not... There hasn't been much in the way of wishes he can grant for people, hence the outlandish hobbies he's engaged in, like drawing doujinshi and peddling incense.

Being direct isn't exactly his forte sometimes, but for Hiyori, he'll try anything at least once. In some ways it's good he's not that kind of mind-reading god, though if he was, they probably would've avoided so many misunderstandings.

With her offering him some of the skewer ~~best not to question what kind of meat it is~~, he eagerly noms on a couple pieces, then holds it out for her to have the last one.]

Well... Depends on if they're still kicking, I guess. Worst thing I can do is step on some toes and get into a spat with someone. Though better it still be used for worship than torn down and repurposed, yeah?

[Granted, if someone did that to a shrine of his, he'd be livid, but... He hasn't seen any native gods here, so it should be fine.

Somewhat sheepishly, he scratches at his cheek with a helpless shrug; too late to turn back now, honestly. Him and Vash and Bakugo have put in enough hours that he's not giving up at this point. So with Hiyori's comment about dancing, he nods, taking her by the hand to lead her to the dance floor.]

You do much partying these days, Doctor Iki?

[ can't blame the masses for not making wishes. their biggest wish is probably to

put an end to the kaiju threat. to live peacefully.

(hobbies aren't bad, drawing doujinshi isn't even bad it's HOW HE DOES IT. anyway. neither here nor there.)

without hesitation, she takes the last piece of meat and sucks some of the juices off her fingers. this... this -!! is exactly the sort of thing she wants. just existing together. living. going through struggles, hardships, joys, pains with another person. something as simple as sharing those meals, which they have been doing for a long time now.

sharing something like a meat skewer is a daily occurrence. ]

Okay, but you're not the best with spats. [ very pointed look. then, she hums. ] That is true. I don't want to see a shrine get torn down, especially if it's been there for a long time.

Just promise if you do come face to face with the god who owns that shrine, you won't start anything. I can't go through another Bishamon situation...

[ it's not that she wants him to turn back, she doesn't want anything bad to happen to yato. what if he took

like

tsukuyomi's shrine?! ]

Things have to be cleared up qui-CKLEEe?

[ off they go, onto the dance floor. hiyori swept up into whatever move yato pulls her into and spins her out to. she huffs at the comment, smiling, heart pounding and a bit breathless by yato's surprising smoothness of it all. ]

I - it's been a while since I've heard that. I'm getting used to Nurse Shion at work...

[ FUJISAKI SHION. ]

... When we do get married, as a civilian, I'm taking your last name. Immediately. No more Fujisaki.

[And putting an end to the kaiju is hardly something one little god can manage on his own, try as he might. Especially without a shinki here...

A smile crosses his face as she finishes off the skewer; nothing makes him happier than ensuring Hiyori is content and well-fed, that she's taking care of herself so she'll live a long, wonderful life, he hopes. She's the main reason he fights, after all. Helping others is good, yes, but she is his everything.]

H-Hey...! I managed to help calm Bishamon's stupid grudge-holding ass down, didn't I?? [Cue the indignant pout.] Besides, sometimes shrines house multiple gods. I can always play second fiddle to the original owner, if it comes to that.

[Though clearly he wouldn't be happy about it. Little god, big ego.] But fine. I won't fight if it comes down to that. I'll find another place. Only if I have to, though. I like the one I've picked out. It's got a pond and everything.

[Thankfully(?) it seems to be a shrine to a local deity rather than a big shot god. So he might stand a chance if they were to duke it out.]

Anyway--! That's a worry for later. Dancing time!

[With the languid beat dictating their rhythm, he pulls and twirls Hiyori in time with the music, taking every opportunity to tug her in close until they're nose to nose and breathing each other's breath before parting to continue the dance. For him, it's not unlike fighting, where one move flows into the next. Easier, really, since the moves are scripted.]

Ugh, don't remind me... Shion is pretty enough, but...

[FUJISAKI. A cruel, cruel joke by this universe or at least LILITH. The jerks.]

Works for me. Hell, that makes me almost want to elope and just hit the registry office.

[Almost.]

I don't know if that's what happened.

[ what she does remember is kazuma jumping in front of yato to take a slash for him and shocking bishamon enough to make her think twice. what she remembers is telling yato they needed to go home when he tried to go after the mask-wearing ayakashi again. now, she lost her memory but things have been coming back to her constantly. ever since she got here.

second fiddle. not sure if she likes that, either. yato deserves his own shrine. that's why she made that little DIY one.

hers didn't have a little pond. there's a part of her that's sad. that the little shrine is going to look so sad compared to the new one. on the other hand, she's happy that yato is going out there and living his dreams. that's he likes it.

that's all she needs to hear. she likes it, too.

every time they're nose to nose, her heart skips a beat and she can't take her eyes off his. parting is such sweet sorrow - with her current situation. it's not long before she's struggling to catch her breath or the smile on her face nearly splits it. ] I didn't know you liked Shion that much. [ during a lull, they stop the spinning and hiyori mostly following his lead because he's a better dancer than her, to just sway close together. one hand on his shoulder, the other clasped with his. ]

..... You know, I also thought about that.

[ eloping. they've talked about it before, she's sure. some days, it's really tempting. that day she learned that ishmael left hurt her heart. and

and there's so much planning and what if someone else leaves? vash or ereshkigal or bakugo? what if she leaves? what if yato leaves? now and then, but not too often anymore, that dark thought plagues her. ]

How big do you want it to be?

Tch... Doubting my godly abilities... I'll smite you!

[Poutpoutpout--! He totally wouldn't, except maybe make her extra spicy curry or something equally harmless. Because yeah, okay, maybe it wasn't really him that knocked Bishamon out of her crazy rage tantrum. He still held her off long enough for Kazuma to get there...!

What Hiyori doesn't realize is that her little shrine, so delicate and awkward, is the most precious treasure in the world to him. After her, of course. Because it was crafted with her own two hands, made with if not love, then dedication. A far cry from simply commandeering someone else's shrine. That'll be more like a business front for him while his mini shrine houses his heart.

Even with knowing the thing has damaged from the attack, he still manages to smile in return eventually when faced with her glowing face. How can he not? Her happiness is infectious, and the adrenaline is flowing from all their physical activity. At her comment, he shakes his head, grinning.] It's pretty, but not as good as Hiyori. [Because he'll forever be Hiyori, no matter what happens. Thankfully the music switches to a slow, gentle melody, giving them both time to catch their breath. He's not as winded as her, but he appreciates the reprieve.]

...yeah? We can-- if you want. Though I do want to celebrate it...

[Anything for her, that's what he's promised. To make her the happiest girl in the world, he would give up everything and then some. Her fears aren't unfounded, after all. There's always the chance one of them could be sent home at any moment... It just doesn't bear thinking about.

Besides, their wedding is something for all their friends to look forward to. He'd hate to turn around and disappoint them. He's done that enough lately.]

Whatever you're comfortable with. It can be just those we know, if you want.

I'd never doubt you.

[ she can't help but giggle at his pouting. she can agree that he did hold her off, or she held him off however you wanna look at it, until she and kazuma got there. and with yukine not really stopping yato from going up against bishamon, it was up to hiyori to stop him.

that should tell her how much she means to him. maybe she doesn't know the extent of how much that shrine means to him, but she knows it means a lot. like how much her journal means to her. those memories of being together.

she'll have to write this down, too. what yato says about shion being a pretty name but hiyori being prettier. getting her to suck in a small breath of surprise, eyes widening. he could try to be a flirtatious bozo as hard as he wants, but it's little comments like that which

add up. that make all the hardships worth fighting through. yato being yato. he's not as winded as her because she's not dropping praise like that on him like that. or how agreeable he's being about actually eloping if that's what she wanted.

tempting. very tempting.

it's their day, but that feels a bit too selfish. ereshkigal's excited face comes to mind. ishmael's, too, even if she isn't here. with the slower music, she lays her head beneath his chin and listens to his heart in his chest while she thinks. ]

Maybe somewhere in the middle. Nothing too big, nothing too small. Just right. Our friends, definitely. I feel like I should invite some people from the hospital, too. [ ... ] I wonder if anyone from LILITH would come. Like Seok Dang. Can you imagine?

Good. I'd hate to have to punish you as a blasphemer.

[He prods her cheek at the giggling, determined to scold her in some manner for being so damn cheeky. All's well that ends well, however you look at it. He certainly came out of it better than he did going up against Izanami...

Memories are precious to them for being shared experiences. They wouldn't be who they are today without them, that's for damn sure. Yato himself especially would've continued down a dark path were not for Hiyori and Yukine. So if he had a choice, he'd pick his time together with them as his most important years.

Even the time spent with Sakura comes in close second to this wonderful time. Like right now, with them dancing here in a kaiju-torn Kyoto. All these moments add up to him being truly and genuinely happy.

He can only hope Hiyori is, as well. She seems to be, nestled up close to him and making him color brightly with a content smile upon his face. Carefully, he wraps his arms around her as the music stops, one hand rubbing her back soothingly.]

Sounds good to me. I'd be happy to have your hospital coworkers there along with our friends. [Though he raises both eyebrows at the mention of LILITH.] That guy? I'd be worried he'd cause a ruckus. Would you even want any of LILITH there?

I am a devout believer in Yatogami-sama, God of Happiness.

[ feeling sentimental, check. special occasion, check. sama, she adds.

no need to punish. she swats his prodding away, not unkind, still wearing a bright smile. so, yeah, she's happy. when it comes down to it, she is. there are things that also make her sad, sure, but yato makes those more bearable. that, and her own resilient spirit.

... he has a point about seok, but it also sounds like something yato would do. cause a ruckus. ]

Even if I disagree with some of their choices, they're still trying to help humanity. We're working together. And without LILITH, I wouldn't even be here. There's no harm in sending out the invite, is there? [ WHAT COULD GO WRONG ]

It's like that time I invited everyone to the sakura picnic. We should try to get along. Celebrating and having a good time together makes connections. I liked watching everyone relax and have a nice time together. Kinda like this party, too.

[ and maaaaaybe they'll be less likely to be sent back? hopefully?? ]

The best follower any god could ask for...

[He doesn't miss that honorific, that's for sure. It gets her a kiss to the head as she swats his hand away, leading him to switch gears and hug her tighter to keep her warmth close while savoring the steady beat of her heart.

Her smile is everything he could ask for, except maybe a kiss in return... But he won't push his luck. He's learning to be satisfied with whatever affection she deigns to give him.

She isn't wrong about him being a chaotic force, but given it'll be their wedding, he feels entitled to make a scene.]

Hrmm... Yeah, I guess you've got a point. [She usually does.] If you want to invite them, go ahead. I won't complain. ...provided they behave themselves. [So much could go wrong, but hopefully they're too busy to attend.]

You really do have a kind heart, Hiyori. If you feel that way, maybe we should just have an open invite and welcome whoever wants to come. I heard that the more people you get married in front of, the longer your marriage will be!

[Oooh... Sucking up! That's a good idea. He's excellent at that, heh.]

[ better than being called the best follower (although that's pretty good) is the kiss he puts at her head. that she doubts any other believer would get from their god. she gives up her swatting soon after that, letting out a sigh that's more content than anything else.

it might not be a kiss he gets in return, but she loops her arms around his middle and holds him just as tight.

he does, too. have that kind heart. it's only been buried beneath years of loneliness and loss. more than she can understand. ]

If there's one thing I'm not worried about, it's how long I want to be with you. Always.

[He has plenty of names he wants to call her, all positive and adoring. But since they're leaning on his godly angle, follower seemed the most appropriate one. She is his one and only worshiper, having earned his body and soul, if that wasn't already obvious from the way he holds her in a snug, protective embrace.

It's moments like these he relishes with all his being and is so afraid of losing when he screws up. That's why he has to do better. No trying, just do.

As the music starts up again, he gently sways them in time with it, burying his face in her hair.]

Same here. I want to stay right by your side and make sure you as happy as can be. You deserve that much and more.

[.....]

...thank you for having faith in me as a person, Hiyori.

[ hugs from yato used to make her shy away from his touch, squirming to get out of his grasp. putting up her fists defensively.

now, though her heart isn't calm by ANY means, there's no sign of wriggling to get free or trying to dodge his attempts at affection. as you get older, you really do think of yourself as a dumb kid who didn't know much. she didn't know what she had back then with yukine and yato. she wouldn't know what she has now. as much of a hot mess yato could be, if she could go back, she'd be happy to have those hugs.

she's happy now.

just a smidge embarrassed for embracing so intimately on the dance floor but eh. oh, well. she'll get over it.

however she's also a little surprised by the last thing he says. a person. not a god. she leans back to look him in the eyes. ]

Of course. And thank you for... so much, Yato. For loving me. When I thought - thought you never would.

[ she breathes, barely heard over whatever music is playing. slow tempo. ]

S, so. That's having faith in you as a god. As a person. That just leaves having faith in you as a husband now.

[ husband.

it was crazy when she realized she loved him. so was calling yato her boyfriend. crazier when she called him her fiancee. having a god as a husband is something in young adult fantasies. it's like having a vampire for a husband or something. unreal. ]

Fighting giant monsters to save the world, all this super advanced tech, becoming an archer like my grandmother, living together, marrying you... [ said in awe ]

It's all like teenager me decided to write some wild story about my future life. Almost as out of this world as realizing gods and ghosts and monsters are real and seeing it all with my own eyes.

[To be fair, his sweaty grasp was overwhelming and pushy back then. It might even still be at times, trying to cling to her desperately on every level. He's grown, though. No longer selfish in his intentions, his touch is meant to reassure and comfort her as much as it is to make him happy.

Maybe that's one reason why she tolerates it better now, aside from her being a grown woman rather than an emotional teenager.

He's grateful she allows him this much with everything that's happened, and tries not to be greedy for more. This is plenty right now.

Surprise is the reigning emotion though as he leans back enough to peer down at her, looking somewhat puzzled.]

Why wouldn't I? You... you're everything I could ever wish for. You've done so much for me... And Yukine.

[Thankfully his keen godly hearing catches it all, every important word.]

H-Husband..... I-- Yeah.

[His face colors at the thought of what the word really means, of how it will change their dynamic into something even closer than what they have now. It's almost overwhelming, to consider all that it entails, yet it's exciting, too. Enough so that he squeezes her tight.]

Hehe... Yeah, I can see how it'd sound like that. But you're doing great, Hiyori. Don't ever think otherwise, okay? And if you ever get overwhelmed by it all, I'm here to listen and help out however I can. That... that's what being a husband is all about, right?

[ why wouldn't he...? she can think of a few reasons but yato's response seals her mouth shut. she's everything. a god wishing for something and it's her. face boiling hot, she ducks her chin a bit. holy crap. hearing THAT from yato is

feels like a second proposal ou in the open, honestly. she's so flustered she starts stumbling over her own feet a bit as he repeats words like "husband" and holds her against him so both their hearts are pounding wildly together.

she's doing great. at this juncture, she's finally realized she's okay with being ordinary compared to everyone else. she'll do what she can. what she has to, whenever the time comes. they have the heavy hitters and the amazing gods and super soldiers. in the face of so much greatness, it's better to cheer them all on then try to keep up. for her, it may just be impossible.

so, with yato's reassurances, she settles and feels better. if he thinks he's doing great, then that's all she needs. she used to think otherwise. probably because she was stubborn. it always takes her months to finally accept the big things.

months to accept she was in love with yato. months to accept she's pretty ordinary, excepting some special sense for gods and spirits. but what if that was just to meet yato? she'd be okay with that. if she can help him the most - ]

Mm, being a husband is what you want to be. What you write in your vows.

[ after that, she does something familiar. that one time when she and yukine broke into his room when he was sewing. when he took her hand and spun her around. yeah, that. she sweeps outwards and spins yato in place with a small laugh. ]

But you've always offered to help and help and listen to my troubles. Since you wanted to be a God of Happiness.

[Any reasons she might be able to think of are bound to be trivial in light of of all the positive reasons for loving her. That she makes him grateful to be alive is plenty. There had been plenty of times he'd come close to giving up on existing. Now, though--

Having her flush so boldly and stagger in her movements makes him chuckle happily and bury his nose among her bangs so he can kiss her forehead. She really is a treasure... So brave amid this chaos when she's human - not that it makes her less, but a mortal's limitations has to be acknowledged. That's why she has him: to be her champion and protect her when needed. He wouldn't be able to fight with such passion without her support and love, after all.

For now, though, they're on equal footing even if he has a few more years of experience in cutting up the dance floor. ]

Then... I want to be someone worthy of you. Deserving of your love... I'm sure I could be more eloquent given a chance to think it over, but... that much won't change.

[Blinking at her suddenly taking the lead and spinning him right on around, earning her a hearty laugh afterwards as he yanks her in to capture her by the waist once more. Snuggling right up, he plants another kiss upon her nose.]

Then I guess I've been practicing to be your husband for a while now. Hopefully I've got the basics down, heh.

[ someone is having fun making her flustered.

can't blame him, nor is she mad about it. just more shy as as places a kiss smack dab in the middle of her forehead. ugh, he's learning. strange to think she was so annoyed at him a minute ago and now she's swooning like she's a teenager all over again. it makes her wanna

noogie him. or kiss him. both are good. ]

That was plenty eloquent...

[ for yato, she knows expressing himself like that isn't easy. he does it more often so maybe it's gotten easier. although she is confused. she's already decided he's worth of her love. that's why she loves him. how apologetic he is when he obviously fucks-up helps, though.

when that heart laugh escapes him, he makes it worth it. all the troubles and mistakes and weird behavior. it's worth it for this. for being yanked in and making her laugh brightly and suddenly, too. she chews her bottom lip at their proximity. ]

Hmmmmmm, I'd say so.

[ no kiss yet. ]

Except I thought you were supposed to smell like musty laundry or something...?

[Damn right he is. He always does; she's just so damn cute when her composure goes out the window, whether it's out of embarrassment or anger. Though he'd prefer the former rather than the latter.

Which is one reason he wants to help her get stronger and more experienced with a bow-- that way she can defend herself against anyone who ruffles her feathers, including him. She deserves to be able to do that much. ...not that she can't already with her wrestling moves. It'd just be good for her to have a long-range method of doing so.]

Ehehe...

[That's enough to make him blush happily and with a touch of pride. He has been practicing the things he wants to tell her, if just to himself in his head, and it seems to be paying off.

...what isn't though is his past attempts to drive away potential rivals. As Hiyori points out that reminder, his jaw drops and he looks like he's been hit with an anvil. Stunned he grasps her waist with both hands.]

AH--!! I did say that, didn't I? I cursed myself.....!

[Hurriedly, he sniffs at his clothes, nose wrinkling.]

I don't smell like that, do I...?

[ funny, because he REALLY seemed to enjoy getting bent over and ass-smacked on his incense table. as he does about hiyori saying he has the basics down on being a husband. does he actually? who knows? does it matter when he's this happy?

nah.

that sudden grip surprises her into a small jolt and then a nervous laugh. he totally forgot, didn't he? well, it wasn't so much the cursing her future husband that she remembered the most. but yato saying he was going to find her a good husband and being surrounded by great-grandchildren. the way he said it, at first, nearly had her believing he was going to be the one directly involved with giving her great-grandchildren. it was only after, cursing her husband with musty laundry smell, that she realized -

he wasn't talking about himself, for once. when DID he change from wanting to be her husband to finding her one to wanting to be her husband again? ]

Eh.....? D - do you?

[

better check. don't mind her burying her nose somewhere in his collar and inhaling deep. yep, better than the ylang-ylang. or the horny weed. bottle her up this smell and sell it to her. she'll take 20. ]

Mmnope. You smell nice.

[Doesn't mean he can't be contradictory and want Hiyori to be capable of disciplining him when necessary. Hopefully though he can live up to her expectations of husbandy material, whatever standard she may have set in her mind.

More than anything he wants to live up to that for her.

Her laughter makes him flush even more deeply, casting a glance off to the side as he grumbles to himself about scaring away all her other potential husband candidates. She's his now, musty laundry smell or not. He'll take being stale if it means getting to bask in her presence for the next sixty or so years. With luck he will be able to fulfill his promise of surrounding her with great-grandchildren. ...not immediately, but not too far in the future, he hopes.

Even he's not sure exactly when his attitude and goals changed. When he promised to make her the happiest girl in the world, maybe...?]

I... I dunno...?

[He's about to suggest hitting the showers when she dives right in and gives him a good, long whiff, turning his face a lovely shade of pink as his mouth opens and closes like a fish's.]

H-Hiyori..... [He can feel her breath on his skin and it tickles like hell--!] ...you think so...? You smell nice, too...

[Unable to help himself, he ducks down to nose at her neck, letting himself take in and savor her unique scent, too.]

[ history says hiyori is PLENTY capable of disciplining him when necessary. very capable.

mention of "other potential husband candidates" makes her smile go wry. back then, he was rather uh - violent towards guys who talked to her. bringing out sekki and saying something about pest control or something. raising a bat over his head and coming down on some athlete that she was helping take stats during their games for. he was a lot.

okay, he's still A LOT. in a different way. still, there's nothing about him she would change.

maybe they shouldn't smell each other OUT ON THE DANCE FLOOR. quick, play it off as dancing!! she tries not to yelp once he's leaning into her throat again. maybe she should have picked a higher necked option and not the one she has on. what he smells is the lingering traces of all the incense she was around as well as her floral shampoo and soaps. ]

S, stop that. People are staring.

[ they aren't but she's embarrassed. ]

Edited (WHAT HAPPENED TO MY LINK) 2025-03-22 07:45 (UTC)

[This is so very true. She doesn't even need weapons to do so! Just her hands and/or legs, honestly.

But yeah, there's no getting around how much of a pest he was at times towards the other guys in Hiyori's life back then. It was a combination of jealousy and an over-protective nature that had him trying to drive away any men that might have taken an interest in her.

Nothing doing about him being more than a handful, though. He'll forever be someone with dramatic reactions and even bigger displays of affection.

Like now, with him all but snorting her scent because the mix of incense and soap is intoxicating. He noses along the hem of her dress, nose delving almost TOO low as he gets lost in savoring her various smells. She smells decidedly like Hiyori, and that makes him giddy as all get out, arms slipping around her waist to draw her in closer.]

S-Sorry. You just smell so good...

[Sighing, he gradually moves upward until he's nosing her neck instead, where he finally dares to graze his teeth over her bare skin.]

Hiyori... I could just eat you up...

[ maybe a rocket glove would be cool, though. combat medic.

as luck or fate would have it, with the combined efforts of yato driving away anybody that took interest in her and hiyori's fairly strict yatomantic disposition, here they are. nobody was her type until she met yato.

except touno, maybe. but not really.

he sounds like her. well, her in her own brain when she was half-ayakashi. the smell of him so delicious she had to fight salivating. their roles have switched in some ways. haven't, in others. whereas she'd rather die than admit how good he smelled, yato has no such qualms. no such shame.

her eyes go skyward. or heavenward, praying for help from her audacious god. nosing at her neck is no better. neither is his teeth. this is no corner. they are really in the middle of a dancefloor hello?? ]

H, hah. Are you half-ayakashi today? [ save it for private. please. as long as he doesn't rip at this dress. ]

Just, l - later. Okay?

[ in the middle of conversation, MUCH LIKE THE SPA, a little robot approaches them and beeps while holding up a key. guess they've been noticed. red in the face all over again, she snatches the key from it before anybody sees. ]

Oh, damn it. ALRIGHTTHANKYOUBYE.

[ boopboop, it rolls away and hiyori buries her face in a hand. ]

[If anybody could make a battling beauty healer cool, it's Hiyori for sure!

He's lucky in that regard, honestly. She's had so many decent guys from clubs on top of the weirdos who just wanted her to deflower them lining up to try winning her over. Thankfully her taste is as bad as his romancing skills.

He would share with Touno, if it came to that. Everybody deserves to have an idol they can admire and look up to.

Now, though, it's her she adores and admires, not Bishamon. He wants to be someone Hiyori can be proud of. ...that might not be the case right now, however. Instead, he's being sucked in by her scent and the music, the slow, gradual grinding against each other as their bodies bump and sway.

Shame is for the timid, and he's no coward, not when it comes to Hiyori. His love is too strong to keep him from trying these days. He wants to enjoy every moment they have together. Hence the nibbling.]

Mmm... Maybe I am. [No ripping of the dress; its far too pretty to ruin. He wants her to be able to wear it again and again. Though that doesn't mean he isn't thinking of things they can do while she's in it......]

Aw..... Okay. I guess we can do it later--

[He leans back enough to peer at the beeping robot before laughing at both it and Hiyori's reaction. Then he's nosing her cheek with a smug grin on his face.]

See? Even the help around he supports us! You wanna go for it? I got some good ideas of what we can do this time~

[Said with a sly smile and twinkling eyes as he leans back enough to regard her expression.]

[ her taste is - !! FINE.

(it is not fine)

all things considered, he SHOULD be trying to bang his future wife. just when she thought he would be a bit patient and wait for a while, that damn robot had to come and butt in with a key to a private room. a sure sign that they're being too pda. or yato is. her shoulder comes up to attempt to stop him from pushing it, but she can sense that self-satisfaction coming off him in waves.

to say nothing of how he decides to try. once again. and push it with him teasing her about his ideas. yeah, the last idea he had left her a mess.

hiyori's face is obviously embarrassed. ruddy cheeks and furrowed brow and a slight purse of her mouth with her frown. they don't support them, they want the two of them to GET A ROOM. it's telling them to GET A ROOM. ]

Do I wanna go for it... [ GRUMBLE, GRUMBLE. go for it. like she'll have any problems convincing yato. unfortunately, hiyori's curiosity gets the better of her. ]

What ideas?

[It's... questionable at best, disastrous at worst, honestly. Even Yato has to admit that much. He's hardly cream of the crop material either in the partner or god departments.

Better he be trying to romance his wife-to-be than hawking doujinshi of their friends, right...? Gotta take what you can get with him sometimes. And while he would happily wait if it was necessary, it seems a wasted opportunity when they've both been breathing aphrodisiacs and getting sensual through dancing.

Leaning further back at her shrugging him off literally, he pouts in that cute way he often does, big eyes turned up to stare at hers in a pleading manner.

That they're essentially being bullied into removing themselves from public seems lost on him, though he acknowledges her flustered mood with a squeeze and a bump of foreheads.]

Uh huh! You gotta be feeling it, right? You took a huge whiff of that crap-- [yato, don't insult your own products...] --andwe've been dancing up close for a while now.

[Plucking the key from her hand, he then takes her by the wrist and starts leading her to the room numbered on the key. Lucky number eight.]

One that doesn't require you to strip, for starters~

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