Yato is a god.

Wow!! I can’t believe I reached over 100 followers here! This is my first OC blog and I’m beyond grateful to have this many followers and I am so happy to have made so many friends!!

So here’s a very special shout out to the squad who have just made my experience a million times better here and!! I wouldn’t still be on here if it weren’t for them!

@inixriam ✿ @blushesandbitemarks ✿ @bloodyimplosion ✿ @lup-lumina-stelelxr 

And another special shout out to people who my muse has amazing relationships with and just people who I just genuinely love interacting with in character and out of character ^.^

@beskyttende ✿ @engxneer ✿ @se-detacher ✿ @xlestial ✿ @drcbi

And a very special thanks to these people who are my mutuals and while we haven’t interacted yet or we haven’t interacted a whole lot, I look forward to interacting with you all in the future!

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Aito approached the window, pausing for a moment to notice a small chip in the glass. Ankho… That’s what he deserved probably for making his old friend wait. Shaking his head, Aito unlatches the window’s lock, poking his head out. “Ah, I’m sorry, Ankho!” he apologized, face ridden with guilt. “I’ve been so invested in work. I guess, I didn’t notice the time. I’ll open the door and get you a blanket. You must be freezing.” he said, noticing the faint puffs of chilly air that was coming from his mouth as he spoke. 

“You’re slow as always.” he moved his hand to flick the man’s forehead, wondering if the other would catch his hand instead to make up for his previous slowness. His fingers were chilled to the bone. Sure he had a scarf and a nice jacket around him, but he didn’t own any gloves. He preferred not to have them, they slowed down his movements—unless they were the fingerless ones.

“Good~ Most tend to be freaked out by the natu,” he said, pausing as the question registered with him. “…yes, actually,” he said, smiling sheepishly. “However! I Have a pull out sofa, which you can see over there.” He gestured to a rather nice, plush sofa nearby which doubled as a bed. Due to his height, Will had no problem sleeping on a sofa. In fact, it was often just as soft as his own bed…

“But thanks, Will. You’re too kind.” even though Eusine had no status when it came to bearing the league, he was still being treated as a normal person, and he respected that. He was strong enough to be part of the league, but that wasn’t his goal.

~*~ time skip ~*~

After a long moment of pestering, Eusine gave in and rested on the bed, actually getting some peace and quiet. He jolted upright when he woke up, wondering where he was. That was when he remembered—he was inside the league building… in Will’s room. He sighed in relief and grabbed his cape that he took off before going to sleep.