heaven;

                                             I want to be

                                              [[ happy ]] ;

                                                 from the bottom of

                    ’a whole lot to get used to’…? huh.                      he couldn`t count the times those words                      have ran through his head in the past.

      a light purse of his lips. he couldn`t help but       think— it was kinda cool, having met someone       who`s situation could be compared to his own. )

“—Right; sorry. The name’s Ichigo.             Good to meet you, Hiyori.”

                       ( there was a short pause pause before                           he caved into some of his own curiosity. )

"Well -- you shouldn't count on it. I work with a god, and he is the opposite from the legends. And yes, I have met some. Just a few I hold dearly to heart, and a couple others I regret to even come across." 

There was still laughter that flowed from her mouth, and it ended up with her holding her sides. The sounds died down, and she smiled. Yato was one of her best friends, a possible love interest as well, and even though he was an idiot, he could match up to the legends if he tried. 

"Over all, they're all different. Some act like the legends they've told us, then others are totally immature and don't take much seriously. But -- I'll let you in on a secret," 

She paused, pink hues narrowing, what she was about to say might seem ridiculous. Seeing as many didn't have faith in gods. And they'd think the price is too -- stupid.

"But whoever said I didn't?" 

As she slowly let go of his hand, her eyebrows furrowed. 

"If I didn't want to help you, then I would've kept walking.So, don't think like that."

Her eyebrows unknitted, a smile playing at her lips. She rocked on her heels, curiosity about the other bothering her. Seeing as he did say he did not have a home,, she wondered about his life. Her fingertips tapped along the pole, trying to match the rhythm of the rain that hit the ground. She didn't want to pry into his personal life. It didn't seem right. But -- she was sharing an umbrella with him, it seemed logical she should know that he wasn't a serial killer or anything of the sort. 

                                “…—-” No words were spoken for a long moment, as he listened to the sound of the rain. He pushed on the pole of the umbrella so that it could be over her head. ”A-A-A girl should sh-shouldn’t put a guy first…" His voice was quiet as he muttered out a few words.

Yata had always thought a girl should be treated right, but it’s not like he had the courage to ever talk to one. It had always made him jittery and a nervous wreck. He had wished that he could calm himself down and have a fixed composure like Kusanagi. 

                             ”T-Take care of yourself… first." After a moment, his hazel optics met hers.

"Sorry, but you were being silly." 

The raven haired teen was expeditious to speak. She ignored the water the bounced off her head and trickled down her face, the umbrella resting at her side. It was silent between the two, and it wasn't uncomfortable or anything of the sort. Rather, she didn't know what to say. After a moment passed of her just -- staring, she opened her mouth. She was nervous, too, but she seemed to cover it better. 

"Why not share? That way, I already took care of myself, and you at the same time."

Hiyori didn't wait for approval or rejection towards her offer. She reached a hand out, grabbing onto his arm and tugging him her way. The other limb that held the umbrella, opened it, holding it over them. She wore a bigger smile, even letting a small laugh pass through her lips over the silliness of the situation. She looked up at the other, raising an eyebrow slightly. 

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          Insult of the norm bringing the albino male out of           his state of day dreaming, his uncovered ruby eye shifting           to meet a strangers, umbrella taking away the rain that           once tapped his shoulders, Adam was silent. Her different sense           of worry reminded him of someone, his lips curving into           a small grin, but it soon faded away.     

She shuffled to stand next to the other, smiling even if he wasn't. Hiyori was fully aware that the rain wouldn't be coming to a halt in a few minutes. It would be an hour in the least. And it wasn't like she had anywhere to go today. It was Spring Break, so she was free from classes for another week. Her pink hues shifted his way, studying the other. She reached a hand out, awkwardly laughing.