Yaku's eyes slightly widened, and the white-to-red kimono sleeve covered his full expression—Hiding his mouth.
Quickly entering deep thoughts, the deity nodded, "Spirits are a handful, (Y/n), you know that."
"Quit acting like I've never had one!" She playfully raised her voice at him.
With an open hand, a small star twinkled and enlarged by a swipe. They sat at eye level, and Yaku felt a power shift—Becoming an equal to the Star god.
"So," Her o's trailed out, "can we go now."
He rolled his eyes and dragged himself onto (Y/n)'s star.
He points upwards, "Fly out the painting on the ceiling and I'll direct you."
"Hang on then!"
Shivers ran through Yaku's spine, he grabbed onto the left corner while (Y/n) hogged the top point of the star, drifting through the Sun god's realm; the sun had set and the sky turned tangerine.
Readjusting his burgundy sleeveless haori, they had made it out, into the in-between space of pure white, acting as a road for gods and souls.
"Bokuto look, a shooting star," Akaashi called out from the balcony, his black sleeves covering his own interlocked hands.
The jewels on the spirit's head necklace glinted with hints of purple, he adorned tonight's sky.
A proud smile came on Bokuto's face, "I hope she can hang the stars again after that."
Akaashi's head turned sideways, "Do you think she's heading to the Garden of Phlox Flowers?"
"Telling that she's heading to the opposite side of the moon, so, probably." He put his hands on his hips, "In a garden of spirits, she'll find another Blessed angel."
