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Kise x Reader
19. “I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me”
Word Count: 2851
prompt list here
Note: we need more manga Kise, i repeat, we need more asshole Kise
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How could this happen? How could he, the veteran of receiving female attention, be so careless?
He only saw you as an intrigue. A challenge. Perhaps a friend at the very most.
How did this happen?
Kise slightly grits his teeth before he quickly exhales, bringing his hand to rub out the tension in his neck. His mood had not gone unnoticed by his fans around him.
“Ryōta!” one called out, her tone dripped in saccharine. “What’s wrong?”
“Have you been pushing yourself lately?” another one chimes in.
“I can come with you to the infirmary… surely you’d have trouble!—”
“Move—I asked first!”
“H-hey! Quit being so snappy—!”
He instinctively sends a glare at the mob out of irritation but then stops himself to quickly etch a sweet smile of his own for them. No matter how much he hears these words of concern, he hears nothing but empty wind. Hanging around girls was supposed to be a fun pastime. A challenge. Nowadays, his mind doesn’t bother to register any of their names, their faces. All their voices that come out of their mouth have become constantly replayed recaps; their chatters have become equivalent to those of flocking pigeons. “Don’t worry, everyone! Basketball practice has just been tough, is all. You’re all so kind to worry for my health, though! Thank you!”
Squeals rang throughout the courtyard as they hung onto his every word. Predictable.
As he firmly separates himself away from the group and leaves off with a cheerful facade, he quickly turns around to make a break with a brisk walk. Where to, exactly? He doesn’t know, but anywhere that didn’t have people around would be godsend.
His mind always returns back to you. You, who he thought would be the cure to his social life, just as Aomine and Kuroko were to his life of sports. You, who respected his personal space. You, whom he had meaningful conversations with during breaks sometimes. You, who he felt like he can drop his facades around recently and just entirely be himself.
As cruel as it was, he once challenged himself to make you fall for him. A sick, twisted game that would cure his boredom and give him something to look forward to other than practice. Something to keep him on his toes throughout the beginning of high school. You, who wasn’t honestly that special, other than the fact you treated him differently, unlike other people. Hell, even the adults are wrapped around his finger. What’s not making you fall head over heels for him? His curiosity continues to grow exponentially the more he spends time with you; never once did it get satiated.
Was it his ego that you bruised up? Was it his competitiveness kicking in at the thought of experiencing a type of “defeat?” Was it the unsaid uncertainty in his heart that is currently panicking of the thought of entering a whole new territory with new emotions and thoughts?
There is nothing special about you. You were only a challenge. There is nothing special about you. Once he figures you out, your game, you would just be like everyone els—
“Ah, sorry! My bad, my bad! Are you alright? I’ve been a tad dizzy lately, here let me help you, oh…” As he rambles in a slight fluster, he immediately jumps back into his chivalrous side, immediately clasping a hand to help them up. Expecting to see another faceless individual, his eyes widened when his mind registered a pair of eyes staring inquisitively at him. Your eyes.
“Are you the same Ryōta I know?” you stifle a laugh. “Since when were you so quick to ever help me out without complaining my ear off?” When they say his first name, it has always sounded off, sickening even. He still could not comprehend why he, despite hating the sound of his first name rolling off of people’s tongues, insisted on you using his first name. Strangely, whenever you call him out so sincerely, he couldn’t help but always jerk back in genuine surprise at how… nice it felt.
He only let you use his first name to force a sense of closeness. This was only to accelerate the forming of a bond between the two of you. Nothing more, nothing less. Nothing more than a challenge. Nothing more than an asset to accomplish it.
But every time he has had these thoughts lately, his heart spiked with painful palpitations.
How did this happen?
His swirling thoughts halt when he feels your hand against his forehead. “You said you were dizzy earlier, right?” you said worriedly. “You don’t seem sick… have you been eating properly?”
You were tippy-toeing to try to reach his height, one hand grasping his shoulder for support while the other was feeling his temperature. And oh, you were so close.
This was a game you were playing, too, right? You must’ve known this entanglement was all just a challenge and you wanted to play along for the fun of it, right? But these thoughts quickly cease as you separate yourself from him to give him the usual physical distance.
What sort of game were you playing? Tug-of-war? Cat-and-mouse chase? Two can play at that game.
“Hey…” he looms over your figure, leaning closer to your face. “Maybe you’re the one making me dizzy, after all?” His sharp eyes search for any subtle signs you give off: your facial expressions, body language, your reactions.
“What?” Your eyes widen at his abrupt advance, worried eyes quickly turning into one of confusion as you scan Kise’s face for any other subtle signs of his own.
There was no way you could have good intentions. There was no way you could have genuine concern for him. There was no way you would be hanging around with him, unless you had some ulterior motives of your own.
After all, he chose to get to know you for the most selfish reason. How could he ever bring himself to tell you that this precarious friendship you two shared was built on the premise of deceit on his end?
“Sorry,” he chuckles. “Just wanted to see your reaction.” And with that, he ruffles your hair playfully before he continues to walk to his intended destination of the school infirmary.
“You’re definitely sick!” you call out, rushing to catch up to him. “You’re acting really strange!…” Your voice—he wishes he could tune it out just as easily as the rest, but you were right… he was acting strange. He couldn’t believe he can distinguish your features from amidst a sea of people. Your voice amidst a clutter of noises. Your warmth amidst all the sunlight, clothing, and body heat he’s ever felt. The same warmth encapsulating his own hand.
What sort of game were you playing?
“Here! Follow me,” you said, tugging his hand forward as you take the initiative to lead him. “If you’re sick, you shouldn’t be walking around alone. What if you collapse?”
What sort of game were you playing?… Was having the most scrunched-up brows and worried eyes part of the rules? He tightens his lips into a thin line at the sensation of his heartbeats again.
As you tug along his hand and lead him down the hallway, his mind drifts to the moments you two have shared for the past few weeks. When you bumped into him and succinctly apologized before excusing yourself… when he approached you constantly every chance he got during breaks to figure you out… when he saw you efficiently defending yourself against his dedicated fans… when you first approached him after he exited the lockers to congratulate him on a home game win before you turned to Kasamatsu to talk of club affairs with the council… when he first heard you actively cheering his name on the stands… when you inopportunely saw him weeping about Kaijo’s loss at the Winter Cup and successfully comforted him…
With each progression in his thoughts, his hand suddenly feels warmer against yours, his heart rate thumping faster, his eyes growing more out of focus as he gazes at your back, and then your intertwined hands. Maybe he really is sick.
“Are you alright?” you asked, turning to face him as you both keep walking. “We’re just about here.”
He says nothing as he keeps his face straight ahead. He doesn’t trust himself to keep it together after that slipup with his fans; messing up in front of you would be certainly disastrous.
“Is there anyone here?” you softly called out, tentatively sliding the doors open. There was no one, but they were probably on a lunch break before coming back soon. He hears you sigh before you tug him in completely into the room. “Sit here, and I’ll look for some ice packs, at least… I don’t know if that would work, though…”
As you let go of his hand to try to rummage through the drawers, his hand instinctively holds you tighter.
“Ryōta?…” you said. “Do you wanna lay down instead, I’ll look for something for you to—”
“… (y/n)-cchi, stay here.”
Shit. Kasamatsu was right: he needs to learn how to shut his godamn mouth.
“Ryōta,” you shyly mumble. “That was the first time you addressed me with -cchi at the end. Don’t you only use it with your old teammates?”
Shit… shit, shit, shit.
He can’t slip up, and he’s fucking up three times in a row? He’s losing his edge. There’s no way he’ll lose now… not when he’s come so far.
“… Do you know what you’re doing?” he exhales, dropping your hand to run his hands through his locks. “You’re driving me insane…”
“What games are you playing here, I swear to god—there’s no reason for you to care this much for me like this—”
“I do have a reason,” you replied, averting your eyes to feign looking for those ice packs. There you go again, acting coy… that’s what he chants to himself anyways.
“Wha?~ You’re keeping secrets from your friend, already?” he coos, trying to gain back the momentum. Yes, that’s right…you are only considered a friend. “It’s kind of cruel to bring it up but then decide to not divulge them, y’know?”
“It doesn’t take much human decency to worry and care for another,” you smile. “Even more so for a friend.”
You finally turn away to continue hunting for anything useful in the cabinets, while Kise silently watches you from his chair. Silence settles between the two of you.
“Y’know… I’ve been thinking,” you start, handing him a glass of water, a wet towel, and ice packs. “I don’t want for us… to be friends anymore.”
It took his entire self control to not jump from his chair to grab you and interrogate you into oblivion. But why? Did you realize his true intentions? Did you hate his guts after all? Did you accomplish your own objectives and deem this friendship no longer useful?
Why does he even care about any of this?
“You’re… joking, right?”
He really expected for you to burst into laughter and call it a prank or tease him about his unfiltered reaction at your words, but your eyes have now become determined and very serious.
You weren’t joking.
“Ryōta, I’ll just get this out of the way first things first, but I know that you only see me as some type of trophy to go after… for a while now.”
How did this happen?
“It’s just the way you look at me sometimes seems off,” you said. “It’s not obvious to others, but we’ve spent almost every day with each other for a while, so I’ve kinda noticed… Honestly, that only solidified my initial impressions of you being a complete asshole.”
Why does his heart feel like it’s going to shatter?
“But…” you continued. “Recently, you were just… different. You were still stupid, sure. But you’ve laughed so much more and supported me when I needed it most. I’ve never laughed this hard until I met you—you make me wheeze out the ugliest laughs, as I’m ashamed to admit. But I want to be able to support you too… like, it feels that this whole thing you’re trying to put up when you meet with other people… it must be exhausting, right? I know you first acted that way with me. I can understand and kind of relate to that, so you can always talk to me alone if you need an ear.”
“Why are you telling me that you don’t want to be friends anymore?” Kise flatly asks. “You’re clearly correct about everything about me. You could’ve just left a long while ago. Did you have to pretend to care, too? Go ahead, aren’t you going to gossip about this to everyone?”
“What? No! I’m not done talking yet, idiot! I wasn’t pretending anything! Can you just stop projecting yourself onto me and listen up? Even though you’re such an asshole sometimes, er—all the time, the time we spent together has grown to be genuine, and I know you felt it too!… so well, I know you’ve heard these words so many times from other people, but…
I like you. That’s why I don’t want to be just your friend anymore. But I know you don’t reciprocate these back, so I just wanna tell you to get it off my chest… that’s all.”
He is absolutely stunned.
You’ve confessed to him, didn’t you? He got what he wanted. He won his little challenge. But why doesn’t he feel the adrenaline, the excitement, of it all like he normally would? His heart beated painfully erratically like how his team suffered a bittersweet loss at the games. Especially when you turned away to leave after you gauged his silence as rejection.
“(y/n)-cchi! W-wait!” He fumbles to grab for the warmth of your hand again. “You just confessed, right? Don’t you have to hear what I say?”
You simply shrug in response, but nonetheless, you turned back around to face him and await his response.
What you didn’t expect though was for him to pull you into a tight embrace and put his head on your shoulder. He pours his innermost thoughts and his emotions out, your shoulder slightly muffling his words, but you still understand everything he had spilled. He finally apologizes for everything he’s done, reassuring you that you don’t have to forgive him, though you kept telling him that it wasn’t that big of a deal. He finally breaks away from you and hangs his head low and exhales. He finally lifts his head to make eye contact with you. His eyes burn with intensity and the usual confidence he bears, although you note the tinge of nervousness behind his pupils.
How did this happen? How did he ever grow so attached to you? And since when did he grow mature enough to concede his defeat?
“I think I’m in love with you…” His words trail off, and his confidence disintegrates away when he realizes that he is no longer the receiving end of a confession.
… and that scares… the crap out of me.”
“You think you’re in love with me?” You stare at him incredulously. Kise squirms uncomfortably under your scrutiny. He’ll admit it, it was the lamest reply anyone could’ve given. You honestly deserved better.
His thoughts were interrupted when you suddenly guffawed and slapped your hands to your mouth to try to stifle your hysteria.
“Hey! I spilled my entire heart to you, don’t just laugh… damnit, hey! It’s not that funny!…” he protests, but after unsuccessfully trying to get you to stop snickering, he sulks back into his chair and huffs with the reddest face.
“Ah… A+ for honesty, at least,” you breathed out. “I thought you were gonna be eloquent about this, since you’re used to this sorta stuff and all…”
Kise buries his head into his hands, but you gently pry them off in an attempt to see his embarrassed state.
“Were you really actually sick, though?~”
“Shut uuuup, alreadyyy.”
“I inherited this personality from you, y’know.”
Huh, it seems that you really do know how to be coy, after all.
“Can you two please see yourselves out? The infirmary is not a place to hold your secret rendezvous, especially with this inappropriate behavior.”
“I’m trying, I’m trying!”
In a hurry, Kise grabs hold of your hand and makes a break out the door, dragging you behind with the school nurse trailing far behind. Even if he suffered a loss once again, he still won the complete monopoly of you and your genuine care and warmth for him.
Was it really a loss, though? He doesn’t think much of it now that his head feels clear when he shares these moments with you.
He supposes he misjudged you when you were truly special after all. Déjà vu just hits him like a truck when he fondly thinks about his ex-mentor Kuroko, and how similar you are to him.
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Warning: ANGST ;;
A/N: In this story, you’ll be in your early twenties since Yato looks like he’s that age in appearance.
It was always about that girl, the one you oh-so-wished was gone. Hiyori this, Hiyori that; everyone was treating this bitch like she was some kind of saint. And you? What were you to them? You knew these gods longer than she did. You knew Tenjin-sama, Kofuku-sama, Bishamon-sama, Yukine-kun and…
Oh you fell hard for that bastard. Too bad he doesn’t reciprocate, or at least it seems like it. He obviously has a crush on her: a half phantom school girl by the name of Hiyori Iki. You? You were a normal woman in her early twenties in a university, studying on becoming a designer. You loved making clothes, it was just so fun. You would even make a few things for the gods you were familiar with. You made a new jacket for Yukine for example, which he wears everyday. You actually made fingerless gloves for Yato so that his hands don’t get hurt while he’s battling against phantoms but you haven’t given it to him yet, instead you hid it in Kofuku’s shrine with a confession letter. You admired the two. Watching them fight together as one against those wretched phantoms.
Though of course Hiyori had to join in. She was a big fan of this professional wrester and so of course she knew his moves and how to preform them against her enemies.
You? Nothing lol. You were completely useless. (A/N: NO YOU’RE NOT OKAY?! YOU’RE AMAZING AND EVERYONE LOVES YOU ;;) Hiyori participated in almost every fight, she would always be the one to get kidnapped and be saved by Yato, who desperately wanted to have her safe and sound. You were always lurking in the shadows, watching them, spectating. Tenjin wanted Yato to cut his ties with her, for her to have a normal and happy life. Yato did agree to it since he made a good point, however…
Hiyori refused and said that she wanted to stay with Yato longer.
You snapped after hearing that phrase, so much that you snuck out of Tenjin’s temple and stomped your way to your apartment. YOU knew Yato for WAY longer that HER. So why does he love HER and not YOU?! You knew him for two years and you’ve grown to love this precious young man…
And now he was being taken away from you.
He used to accompany you to your university, he used to eat with you, he used to guard you like you were his special girl, he used to teach you a few moves to defend yourself in case you got in trouble and he was late, he used to tell jokes and make you laugh.
It meant nothing to him.
He didn’t visit you at your apartment, he didn’t accompany you, he didn’t protect you. It was all just a waist, none of it meant to him! It broke your heart… You were absolutely miserable. You spent nights crying yourself to sleep and banging the wall screaming and yelling. Then the next morning, you acted like nothing happened; you lied to your god friends about your wounded hands, saying that you started to take self-defence class, you pretended to tease Yato and Hiyori even though deep inside you wanted to slaughter them. Just a few weeks ago, you and Hiyori made a mini shrine for Yato together yet she got all of the credit and not you even though it was your design.
Today was one of those days when you’d spot a phantom trying to corrupt you. It started with small ones, then overtime they grew bigger.
It was 8pm, you got out of your university since you did a club activity and walked to the bus station. You waited for the bus while listening to your music to calm your nerves. However your moment of piece was interrupted as you started hearing dark voices, even through your earphones.
“Heart…broken” It said.
“He will n-n-n-never l-l-lo-o-ove you…”
“It a-all meant… nothi-i-ing…”
“Shut up.” You said as you took out your earphones and looked at the phantom right next to you; it looked like a big blob of darkness with eyes everywhere.
“Love… He doesn’t love…you. We love you…”
“Tch.” You clicked your tongue, you weren’t afraid of them. Your hatred against Hiyori turned into a colder person. “I’m not afraid of you.” You growled.
“Smells… nice!” It said before charging towards you. You ran away at full speed away from the phantom, dodging it’s attacks. However another phantom came up in front of you, blocking your way. You ran to your left in an alley but once again a phantom showed up, you turned around but you were blocked. Your eyes widened.
“Pain… We will…love you…”
“Urusai!” You yelled and jumped on top of one of the phantoms to boost yourself up until you could reach the ledge of the roof. You began to run across the rooftops, occasionally tripping and hurting yourself but you still kept going. You took out your phone and dialed Yato’s phone number, however you were interrupted as a phantom grabbed your leg and lifted you up in the air and then throwing you to the ground, causing an insane amount of pain shooting up your body. You looked up to the the two phantoms jumping down and facing your weak and aching body. You were thrown from an 8 meter tall building and landed on your shoulder which was now dislocated. You cried in pain and agony as your body hurt and you knew your life was about to end…
All because of her.
You heart stopped as you saw the phantoms being slayed until they exploded. A figure landed next to you and another one right after to which you recognized as Yato and Yukine.
“Y/N! Oh my god how hurt are you?!” Yato asked, trying to lift you up but the pain cause you to push him away and shaking your head no. “What’s wrong?”
“She’s really badly hurt dumbass! Just you touching her hurts her!” Yukine scolded Yato.
“Well how else am I supposed to bring her to the hospital?!” Yato yelled back.
“Don’t.” You managed to say, making them look at you confused. “Leave me… L-Leave me to die here…” You said as tears ran down your cheeks.
“Eh?? Why would you say that Y/N?? What ha-” Yato was about to say but you were somehow able to pull him down by his scarf and making him look at your eyes filled with both pain and pure anger.
“You…” You started, your voice shaking.
“You… You’re what happened…”
“E-Eh…?” Both Yukine and Yato said.
“You… and Hiyori… You both make me sick…” You cursed.
“Of course you never noticed… Behind that fake smile of mine, you weren’t able to see… in how much p-pain I’m in… Seeing you and Hiyori laugh together, fight alongside each other… and the others teasin you two, making you both blush… hehe… oh how I wanted to kill her… Slaughter her until she couldn’t breath… I’ve known you longer than she has and yet we act like we just met… Some god you are…” You explained with your tears pouring out of your eyes. Your body had gone completely numb and you couldn’t move.
“Y-Y/N…” Yato said with pain in his eyes.
“Why would you say that…? Y/N, are you jealous?” Yukine asked and that’s when you burst out in laughter. “Y-Y/N…”
“Took you a while!! Hahaha!! It was about time you figured it out genius!!” You shouted and continued laughing like a psychopath. “I LOVE YOU YATO!! HAHAHAHA! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IT KILLS ME EVERYDAY!” You admitted while laughing so hard you heard someone yell back, asking if you were okay. You let go of Yato and watched a grown man looked down on you.
“Oh my god…! I’m calling the ambulance!” He said as he dialed the ambulance’s phone number. Your laughing eventually died down into crying.
Yato and Yukine looked at you in pure shock and with broken hearts. Yato then turned around and started walking the other way with his head down.
“O-Oi Yato!” Yukine said as he caught up with his master.
“Yeah that’s right! Walk away! Turn your back on me like you did ever since you met that biatch!! WALK AWAY FROM THE SINS YOU HAVE COMMITTED GOD OF CALAMITY YATO!!” You yelled at him as the ambulance arrived and put you to sleep.
Back in Kofuku’s shrine, in the living room where everyone gathered around the small table…
“Eeeeehhh?! Y/N really said that?!” Hiyori and Kofuku gasped.
“…It was about time she snapped…” Daikoku said, earning shocked looks from everyone.
“You knew…?” Yato asked and he nodded.
“I sensed something was up with her… the poor girl was going insane.” He admitted.
“For how long… did she endure those feelings…?” Yukine asked.
“About a year now.” He sighed.
“How could I have been so blind…?” Yato mumbled, clenching his fists.
“Yato…” Hiyori said and as she was about to touch his fist but he moved away.
“Gomen Hiyori… I need time to process everything.” Yato said as he left the room and went upstairs into the room where Yukine usually studies. He looks outside the window with a heavy heart. Now that he thought about it, you did seem off. He couldn’t see it because he was so obsessed about making sure Hiyori remembered him… A ran his hand through his dark hair and he noticed a box under the bed. He walked up to the bed and took out the box, opening it to see what was inside. His eyes widened at what he saw…
It was a pair of dark blue fingerless gloves with Yato’s name on them. Next to it was a F/C letter to which he opened and read:
Hi Yato~ I hope you like these gloves I made for you! I figured your hands would get sore when fighting against phantoms with Yukine so I made these for you, I hope you like them. You and Yukine are so awesome~! I love watching you two fight against those ugly phantoms :)
Also… I want to tell you something very important that I’m having a hard time telling you orally… I love you Yato! Ever since I met you and got to know you, I couldn’t help but fall for you. You always make me laugh and smile even in my dark days, you make me feel happy and warm inside and I’m so glad I met you! You’re brave, kind and fun, not to mention really hot…! You changed my life and I thank you for being there for me when I needed you the most. You mean a lot to me Yato… I don’t want to lose you… Even though I already did lose you to Hiyori…
You could say that I’ve gotten pretty jealous over your relationship with her… I want to be in her place and be able to be by your side and to see you protect me with you life. I don’t want to be mean but what does she have that I don’t? Yeah sure she can fight and be a badass but she’s still a human and no different from me!
Well none of this matters anyway… You for sure don’t reciprocate my feelings for you and I’m okay with that… It’ll take me time to get over you ‘cause you’re just so amazing but I want you to be happy… Even so, please promise me you’ll wear these gloves? I worked so hard on making them for you despite knowing you don’t feel the same way.
Thanks and I hope you won’t hate me for making things awkward between us.
Tears prickled Yato’s gorgeous blue eyes as he read your confession letter. No one has said such nice words about him before so this letter got him so emotional. Someone, a human being, loves him, a god of calamity. He put on the gloves and jumped out the window, running towards the Iki hospital just as the others came into the room.
“Eh?! Yato?!” Hiyori gasped and was about to follow him until Yukine grabbed her wrist.
“Matte! I think it’s better for him to go on his own!” He said.
“But she’s one of my best friend! I need to apologize for being so stupid and completely dense about her feelings for Yato!” Hiyori protested.
“You’ll get your chances after Yato and Y/N settle things.” Daikoku said.
“He’s right Hiyorin~ Leave Yatty and Y/N-chan alone for a while~” Kofuku added and Hiyori nodded, hoping for you and Yato to be okay.
In the Iki hospital…
Yato somehow managed to get inside your room without any trouble and looked at your sleeping figure. You looked at peace, something he hadn’t seen in a while. He sat at the edge of the hospital bed and continued to stare at you.
“Y/N… I’m so sorry I never realized how much pain you were in and about your feelings for me… I was stupid and dense, I should’ve payed more attention. The truth is, I would never see Hiyori as a love interest, she’s more a precious friend, hell she’s the second human to actually know about my existence so I got pretty attached to her. The reason why I never worried about you forgetting me is because… I know you’d never forget me. You’re so faithful and loyal that no matter who takes away your memories of me, you’ll never forget me. I… I-I’m in your heart, and you’re in m-mine.” He admitted while caressing your cheek. “I trust you completely, so much that I let myself forget that you’re someone really important me and that I should’ve stayed with you and be there for you… I’m sorry Y/N, I hope you can forgive me.” He kissed your forehead and then left.
~~~~~~~~~~Timeskip (brought to you by Yato’s blue eyes)~~~~~~~~~~
It’s been a week since the attack and you still haven’t woken up, making Yato and the other gods worry. Yato was the most worried of them all, he visited you everyday and talked to you even though you were unconscious, telling you how he felt and such.
“Has she woken up yet?” Tenjin asked Yato who has standing in front of him in his shrine.
“No…” Yato answered sadly.
“I keep telling you Yato, you keep dragging innocent human people into the Far Shore and so they end up getting hurt.” Tenjin sighed.
“I know… But I won’t let her go.” Yato said with tightened fists.
“And why is that, Lord Yato?”
“I love her, that’s why. She was the first human to ever be so kind to me and support me. I don’t want to lose her” He answered while looking dead in Tenjin’s eyes to which he got the message.
Tenjin sighed once again. “Do whatever you want. Just know you’re responsible for whatever happens to her.”
Yato nodded and went back to the hospital to greet you. He got inside without any trouble and entered your room, though he was caught off-guard as he saw you awake and looking out the window, sitting up tight. You noticed him and you avoided eye contact. Yato ran up to you hugged you gently to which you eventually returned. You missed him greatly and you felt at peace since it was just the two of you. You two hugged each other for a good ten minutes before you let go of each other, Yato’s hand still resting on your waist.
“Yato…” You whispered.
“Y/N…” He whispered back. “I-” He was about to say put you placed a finger on his soft lips.
“I heard everything.” You admitted with a tint of blush on your cheeks.
“Y-You did?” Yato asked, blushing and you nodded.
“I’m sorry for over-reacting.”
“It’s not your fault Y/N! This is entirely on me! I shouldn’t have forgotten about your importance to me just because I met another human who cares for me. I should’ve been there for you…!” He said. “Forgive me Y/N… I got caught up with the feeling of having another human cherish me and let you suffer.”
You put your hand on his cheek and gently caressed it, he leaned his face on your hand and kissed it affectionately. “Yato… I just want to be with you forever… I love you…!”
Yato leaned in closer to your face until your noses touched and your lips brushed against each other. “I never realized it until now… Forgive me for taking so long.” He finished before your lips finally met his soft ones.
The kiss was full of passion and love, it made you feel so relieved and so fresh; no more anger, no more sadness, no more pain, just pure love. Love was poured into the sweet kiss you two where sharing together. You felt it all. You felt how sorry Yato was and how much he loved you. You wrap your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you to deepen the kiss. Tears fell down on your cheeks as you felt happy once again, happy to be with Yato. Yato’s gloved hand rested on your cheek and wiped the tears away. You two broke away from the sweet kiss and rested on each other’s foreheads, looking deep in each other’s eyes.
“I love you too, Y/N. I always have, even when I didn’t realize it.” He said with a soft smile.
“I’m… so happy…” You said and cracked a real and genuine smile as even more tears streamed down your face. Yato hugged you and ran his finger through your H/C hair.
“Finally, a genuine smile.” He sighed in relief and held you close. “I’m never letting you go again, I promise you.”
“Okay.” You hiccuped with a nod. “I love you…! I love you I love you…! So much Yato…!” You continued while crying with tears of joy.
~~~~~~~~~~Timeskip brought to you by Yato’s fluffy fluff scarf~~~~~~~~~~
After a month of recovery in the hospital, you finally got out, however you had to be on a wheelchair temporarily so that your legs could properly heal in their own time. Hiyori visited you and apologized for being a ‘bad friend’ and for being foolish, she promised she’ll be more respectful of your and Yato’s official relationship and take a step back if things went too far. Yato, Yukine and Hiyori accompanied you out of the hospital in your temporary wheelchair who Yato was pushing.
“So how long until you can stand up?” Yukine asked.
“A month.” You sighed. “What a shame.”
“You got hurt pretty bad Y/N, I’m so glad you made it out okay!” Hiyori beamed.
“My Y/N was never weak~ She’s so strong!” Yato added which made you blush.
“Well… I wouldn’t call myself weak either~” You said in a cheeky tone.
“I mean, you were able to stand up against so many phantoms for so long! How did you even do that?” Yukine asked.
“Hehe, I’m not too sure myself but I guess it’s because of my friends in uni, they really helped me out during those times~” You answered. “Anyway let’s stop talking about the past! Everything’s okay now, I’m recovering perfectly fine and the grudge is gone. We can move on and be happy all together, as friends, as a family.”
Your speech made the three cry. “O-Oi! What’s wrong with you guys?!” You asked.
“That was a beautiful speech Y/N waaaaahh!!” Hiyori bawled.
“You’ve changed a lot waaaaaaahhh!!” Yukine weeped.
“That’s my Y/N waaaaaaahh!!” Yato sobbed.
“I-I meant what I said!” You blushed and then Yato stopped pushing your wheelchair to walk in front of you and crouch down to your level, lifting your chin with his thumb and index finger to meet his beautiful blue eyes that you would always get lost in.
“And we will be happy, thanks to you. If you kept hiding those feelings, then we wouldn’t be happy together.” He said before kissing you on your lips as Yukine looked in disgust and Hiyori took a bunch of pictures.
To think that you were finally be able to happy with Yato again is
All because of her.
is anyone else just really fucking sick and tired of pointless plots and meaningless endings that don’t make any sense for character development or foreshadowing like game of thrones, the 100, supernatural, how i met your mother, lost, the list goes on and fucking on. when will it end? when will years of angst and death and development mean something in the end? when will the feeling of “i wasted years of my life watching this and it all meant nothing” end? it’s not cool. it’s not subversive. it’s not innovative. it’s an insult to every fan, every cast member, and every character. i’m so tired of modern media. the only bright side to this mess is that it’s teaching people how NOT to tell the story.