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034./ your place is in my heart
They're side by side on Kofuku and Daikoku's porch. He's close—close enough to smell, to touch, and she does exactly that as she leans in, edges her hand closer 'til it touches his, then grips his hand in her own.
Yato blinks, looks at her—his eyes the prettiest blue she's ever seen—and she can see every bit of him; from his dark hair to his jersey to his sweaty hands. (Don't forget me, he had once told her; Hiyori wonders, now, how she ever could.) "What?" He asks.
Hiyori smiles, bumps shoulders with him; then, she leans in and presses a kiss to his cheek. "Nothing." She tells him, though it's not nothing at all. (It's him—all of him, every bit of him that she likes and can't stand at the same time. Every bit of him that she might just love.)
His cheeks are pink as he says, with a bit more bravery: "You know, I can think of another place I'd like you to do that."
"Oh, yeah?" Hiyori says, blushing, and leans in to give him a kiss.
a/n: ...and that's it. thank you all for supporting this story, from the very first chapter to this. without this story, without you guys, i would've never started Golden or Where Spirits Tread, and i can't thank you enough for it. you guys are the best.