Jersey G O D

"Don’t try and change the subject—I’m finished studying for the time being. And maybe if you did some actual work, I wouldn’t have to nag you! Give me your phone!" Not if he can help it.

"I do work! I was just.. taking a break!" Huddles over his phone and quickly jabs at the keys. "There's nothing on here! Stay back!" 

"You’re telling me you didn’t receive any calls? Not even for little jobs? What if I were to take a look at your phone and see for myself?!"

"...N-No, I didn't-- and don't you have studying to do? You're not going to impress Hiyori by nagging at me like an old woman!" He's just going to quickly delete his call log before he gets over to him.

Rubs his head, sighing showily before setting his can down. "I offered to help, but Daikoku threatened to dunk me in the river if I touched anything. And business was slow today!" Well, he might have missed a call or two while napping. 

"—…." Casually flings an empty beer bottle at his head.

„Yaboku!”

with those beautiful eyes of depravity.

we can make it anywhere.

i watched all of noragami today„

"Any wish, eh?" Kise had to admit the dark haired male didn’t look like much of a god, but he could sense a deeper power within his smaller frame. And he couldn’t be a bad guy if his goal was to make people happy, right? "Only 5 yen? There has to be a catch." Even if there was one, 5 yen is 5 yen. What would he even wish for though…to win the winter cup? To be a better basketball player? …Maybe he’d wish to retie the severed bonds of his past teammates. If such a thing was even possible.

   "Nope, there's no catch. Haven't you ever prayed at a shrine before? It's just like that, except I take your wishes up front." The young-appearing male exclaims proudly as he jabs a thumb at his own chest. Normally people weren't so scrutinizing when it came down to it. Probably because most of those people were desperate in some shape or form, and desperation could make someone go to great lengths. "There must be something that you need, otherwise you wouldn't have seen my number," He adds as his phone is flipped shut and tucked in his jersey pocket, allowing him a little longer to mull over his wish.

"…A god you say? I wonder if I have the ability to copy a god of calamity…" The blond’s expression was curious, but a hint of cold resolve lingered in his eyes.

   "That's right!-- But nowadays I just wanna be a god who makes people happy. I don't know about you copying, but I can grant almost any wish for the low price of 5 yen, so whaddaya say?"  This kid was strange, just how in the world would he have the ability to copy him, or a god in general? Maybe he could at least get a job out of him, he looked like the type to use others for his own benefit. 

"He once killed a Shinki and many humans.”