Just finished rewatching Noragami. You know where this is going. This will have nothing in the manga that's not in the anime~

He would get a strange feeling whenever he was around her. It didn't disturb him as much as he thought it should've. Maybe it was because he cared for her; she saved his butt three times now. Maybe an urge to protect her, like when her memory of them was almost wiped. Maybe it was hopelessness because no matter how hard he could try, there was no holding her back, and no kicking her away from the battlefield. Maybe it was relief that he had a friend.

A friend, huh?

But it somehow felt like none of those quite fit. He didn't know what else it could be, though, and when he did manage to swallow his over-inflated ego and ask someone what it was, they just chuckled at him and went off. It was like some kind of weird inside joke that everyone seemed to be in on, besides himself and Hiyori.

Hiyori...

He remembers the short time that her memory was absent; it was agonizing, more than he was willing to admit. It wasn't the same pain as the blight; no, that was physical, and though stung plenty, was bearable and curable by purification water, and if more serious, an ablution. No; the pain he had felt when Hiyori forget... it was completely crushing. It was like someone had knocked all the air out of him and was holding him under. It felt impossible to get a breath, and every moment the thought lingered on his mind felt like he was being stabbed with a thousand knives. He hated it, every bit of it. On top of it all, there was just... an unexplainable sadness that he never felt before, not once. And that moment, when Roba had sliced that little ball in half, it felt like a part of him was ripped out. It left him with an empty feeling inside, and all he could think about was destroying the man who had taken her from him.

But then, somehow, a reason he still didn't understand yet... she woke up, she woke up and called his name.

Yato.

He felt like crying, screaming for joy, and passing out all at once and somehow it was the most wonderful feeling in the world. Her eyes had opened and there had been recognition.

Weeks later and it felt like everything back to normal - or, as normal as their reality was; as normal as a stray god, an eternally pubescent divine instrument, and half-ayakashi that leaves her body at any given moment, hunted by the most powerful god of war and friends with the god of poverty and her scary divine instrument. Still, that was the way they liked it. That was the way Hiyori liked it, he reminded himself, just as much as everyone else. When he told Hiyori that her life would be happier if they severed her ties, he was scared for a moment that she would agree. But she didn't - insisted - that she was happy with the way things were. That she didn't want to forget. And that just made him so happy.

Hiyori made him feel a lot of things; she was somehow in control of a lot of his emotions, but he didn't mind. Somehow, he didn't mind. Hiyori was... worth it.

Perhaps what he felt towards her was something he only understood in fairy tales, something he had never experienced firsthand, something he hadn't witnessed often. Something he never thought a god of calamity like himself would ever experience.

Yet when she called him on his phone and greeted him with that cheery smile of hers... he couldn't help but believe that it was true. And not a part of him doubted it, and everything fit. Yato loved her, and that realization almost scares him. It was nauseating and stressful and sweet and lovely and difficult all at once.

And it was the most wonderful feeling.

Idk where I wanted this to go. It ended up here. G'night mi amigos.