Proposal

The job would have been easy if it weren't for one, tiny detail: the owner of wedding planning agency could see him.

Yato learned about it the hard way when he got tackled and arrested for suspicious behavior and stalking. The woman, like most people, had completely forgotten about him and the incident afterwards but she still refused to entertain Yato on the grounds that he looked nothing like someone who was about to get married. There had been too many robberies in the past week and she'll be damned if she let a jersey-wearing hobo get the better of her. Yato snippily responded that he did in fact, have a fiancée and if she wanted, he could bring her over the next day. Then, he stomped out the building, rudely yelling about how awfully she treated her customers and how she would be hearing from him in the papers about her poor treatment in the coming days.

For the rest of the afternoon, Yato did nothing but try to find someone who was willing to pretend to be his wife-to-be.

He first approached Kofuku. She was game for it and even had a whole background story and outfit planned. Sadly, they didn't get very far before Daikoku found out and bopped Yato on the head, deeming the whole plan to be too dangerous. Kofuku brought disaster with her everywhere she went and with the luck she had, the whole store would probably end up in flames before Yato managed to weed out the malevolent phantom that was haunting its upper floors. Plus, Kofuku was no one's lady but Daikoku's.

Yato left their house, muttering and cursing Daikoku under his breath.

He then briefly considered asking Bishamon to pose as his fiancée although he immediately vetoed the idea on the account of her being a psycho. He couldn't even imagine being engaged to her, even if it was all just going to be pretend.

In desperation, he asked Yukine to be his fiancée but before he could finish his request, his shinki kicked him on the shin and called him crazy. There was no way in hell he was going to pretend to be Yato's husband, no matter how brief or how life-threatening the wedding planner's situation was (Yukine hated her anyway—she was snobby and the wedding gowns she had on display were tacky).

In the end, Yato was left with no other option. He was going to have to ask Hiyori to be his wife.

He didn't bother asking her even though she was his first option because he didn't want to freak her out. The last time he suggested something that was even remotely related to marriage, she blushed several shades of red before kicking him on the stomach and squealing, "W-What are you talking about? Baka!"

He decided that if he didn't want to be tackled or punched or be pulled into whatever crazy wrestling move Hiyori had up her sleeve, he had to ask her in a public place. That way, she would think twice before beating him up.

The next day, he called her up and told her to meet him in a sushi bar just a couple of blocks away from her school. By the time he got there, she was already sitting in one of the tables, patiently scrolling through her phone as she waited for him.

"Hiyori!" he called out.

She looked up and cheerfully waved at him. He walked over towards her and before she could hand him the menu and ask him what he wanted, he gently grabbed her hands and pulled her up.

"Yato," she frowned. "What are you—''

"Do you remember that job I told you about? The one with the wedding planning agency?" he asked her.

"You mean the one where you got arrested and I had to give up a day of hanging out with my friends just so I could treat your broken arm?" she dryly said.

"Yes, that one!"

He beamed at her.

She narrowed her eyes against in him suspicion.

She opened her mouth to say something else but he cut her off by placing her hands close to his chest. The result was instantaneous. Her face turned into a deep shade of red and her body tensed, as if she was internally preparing to throw him to the nearest trash can. But before she could, someone loudly sneezed and she blinked and looked around. Yato grinned, aware that Hiyori finally realized that she couldn't just tackle him—whether people saw him or not, either way, she would still end up looking weird.

"You've always been there for me haven't you?"

"Er...I guess so—''

"Whenever I needed you, you didn't hesitate to help me no matter how dangerous the situation was. Whenever I needed comfort, you were there to hug me. Whenever I lost sight of my goal, you encouraged me—''

"Yato, why are you speaking so loud—''

"You encourage me to be better than who I am. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't get to where I am right now. You were my first believer, first follower, first love—''

"What?" she screeched.

"Er...I meant first glove—''

"Glove?" She ticked a brow up."Yato, what are you trying to say?"

"Iki Hiyori, you're my first everything. And I want to be your last."

He let go of her hands and dropped to his knee. Hiyori's eyes widened and she grabbed his wrists as she attempted to pull him up.

"Yato, what are you doing?" she hissed.

Yato ignored her and stayed put. He pulled a ring box out from his pocket and held it out to her. Hiyori puffed her cheeks up, her face practically maroon. She was grabbing the hem of her uniform jacket, her eyes blinking rapidly. Yato looked at her in anticipation, dimly aware that everyone was staring at them now.

"I know we're young. I know you haven't gotten out of high school yet—''

"Yato..." Hiyori said in warning.

"This is probably a bad time but...marry me Hiyori?" he said, opening the ring box. Everyone around them swiveled around in their seats and burst into applause. A few started snapping pictures.

Hiyori made a small strangled sound that quickly died the moment she saw what was in the box.

"Is that...is that a ring pop?" she incredulously asked.

He loudly coughed. "Er...yes! The jewelry shops were all closed so I had to improvise."

"It's ten in the morning."

"Hiyori!" Yato indignantly replied. He leaned forward and whispered, "Can you not be so loud? It's rude to point out how poor I am in front of all these people!"

"No more rude than trapping me in a public proposal that came out of nowhere!" she hissed back.

"Daikoku wouldn't let me use Kofuku as a fake fiancée," he grit out. "And the wedding planner lady refuses to see me until I bring along my wife-to-be."

"Oh."

He lowered his voice. "Look, Hiyori. You don't have to actually marry me, okay? But if you want to—''

"I don't want to!''

"—then that's fine too. Just...just pose as my wife when we get to the wedding planner. Yukine and I need to locate that phantom and kill it."

"Yato, I can't help you do this."

"But Hiyoriiii...think of all those poor depressed people."

She gave an exasperated sigh.

He just beamed at her and waved the ring box around.

"Well?" he said. "Are you gonna be with me forever or what?"

She leaned closer and carefully inspected the ring pop, her brows still drawn together in annoyance. "What flavor is that?"

"Cherry! You're favorite!" he promptly replied.

She pursed her lips before a running a hand through her face. She looked at him, several emotions flickering across her eyes as she bit her lip in contemplation. Finally, she gave a defeated sigh.

"Okay, fine. I'll do it."

"Yay—''

"But," she folded her arms and regarded him with a determined look. "If we're going to pretend, this is what our wedding is going to be like. It's going to be at sunset on a beach in Antigua—''

"Antigua?"

"Yes." She gave him a hard look, as if daring him to contradict her. He thickly swallowed before nodding his head and gesturing for her to continue. "And then I'll walk down the aisle to an a capella version of Supercell and Tia's Heart Realize and as I do so, the flower girls will be tossing the peony petals into a soft butterfly formation."

"Okaaaay," Yato said as he gave her an odd look. She was weirdly specific about how she wanted her wedding to be like. He wondered if she thought about it often. Hiyori didn't seem like the type to, what with her obsessive love for wrestling, but he figured that she probably just wanted to get their "wedding plans" fleshed out before they went on to meet the wedding planner.

"And oh. I get to name all our children."

Yato blinked at her. "What?"

Hiyori's face had turned red again but she decidedly looked less embarrassed. "I get to name all our children. Or er...fake children."

"How about I let you name all our children except for the eldest whom we'll name Yato Junior?"

"No."

"But—''

"No!"

"Fine! Deal!"

Yato carefully slipped the ring into her finger before turning to everyone else and yelling, "She said yes everybody! She said yes! She loves me so much!"

The whole restaurant burst into applause as Yato triumphantly beamed at all of them.

Hiyori just shook her head, her arms folded. But she wasn't fooling Yato.

He could see her carefully stroking the ring, an adorable little smile on her face.

She so wanted to marry him.

Author's Note: Much of this fic is inspired by the Pysch episode Rob-A-Bye Baby. Especially the bit about Antigua and the flower girls.