don't worry. she's there. as she ever is when yato needs someone, rushing to his aid without a second thought. for carrying to kofuku's, for yomi, for his fight against heaven or his father, for this. how he looks reminds her of when he was blighted. thinking back on it, she let herself be oblivious to his suffering in fear of confronting yukine. not anymore.
though the ring makes it abundantly clear how tired he is.
she grips his hand and helps him to his feet, hovering on the opposite side of him. if she left anything behind, she'll pick it up some other time.
he's not a bother. how could he still think that? not to her. ]
If I get in trouble, I'll have you make it up to me when you're feeling better.
[ if he remembers any of this.
once she gets his arm around her shoulders, they're making their way out of the room. out of the hospital. the trek back to the base feels unnecessarily long but short at the same time. she wishes she could fly or teleport like he can but they travel by foot. she wishes he would've stayed in bed. all it would take is a text: hiyori sick help me. or something along those lines.
on the train ride, she lets him nap against her if he needs. fingers in his hair at his nape, stroking soothingly. ]
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don't worry. she's there. as she ever is when yato needs someone, rushing to his aid without a second thought. for carrying to kofuku's, for yomi, for his fight against heaven or his father, for this. how he looks reminds her of when he was blighted. thinking back on it, she let herself be oblivious to his suffering in fear of confronting yukine. not anymore.
though the ring makes it abundantly clear how tired he is.
she grips his hand and helps him to his feet, hovering on the opposite side of him. if she left anything behind, she'll pick it up some other time.
he's not a bother. how could he still think that? not to her. ]
If I get in trouble, I'll have you make it up to me when you're feeling better.
[ if he remembers any of this.
once she gets his arm around her shoulders, they're making their way out of the room. out of the hospital. the trek back to the base feels unnecessarily long but short at the same time. she wishes she could fly or teleport like he can but they travel by foot. she wishes he would've stayed in bed. all it would take is a text: hiyori sick help me. or something along those lines.
on the train ride, she lets him nap against her if he needs. fingers in his hair at his nape, stroking soothingly. ]