"Yato.."
Someone was calling for him. The voice was faint but...it seemed somewhat familiar. Where has he heard this voice before? He was drawn into it.
"Yato..wa.....p...."
What? What was the voice saying?
"Wak.....u...."
He walked closer to the light in front of him; to the alluring voice.
"Wake up.."
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Yato's eyes slowly opened to stare up at his white ceiling. He was in his room. But..where was that voice coming from? It sounded so familiar..why was it telling him to wake up? Yato shrugged off the thought as he jumped out of his bed stretching and had to get ready for yet another day at school. Scratching his head he looked in the mirror and saw what a mess he was. Tangled up black and purple highlighted hair from tossing and turning in bed, his clothes looking slumped and messy from sleeping, and there seemed to be some drool on his face.
"Jeez, is that how I look every morning? Man, I'm a mess."
He couldn't help it. Yato then proceeded to head to the bathroom for a quick shower and to brush his teeth. After that, he grabbed for his necessary garments for the day and thoroughly brushed his hair. It was still messy but it was just naturally like that he thought. Heading downstairs into the kitchen Yato made a quick breakfast which didn't take him long enough to devour. Looking at the time he grabbed his school bag and shoes by the door slipping them on and headed out the door to a certain destination across his home.
Once reaching the door Yato knocked twice waiting for an answer. He heard muffled footsteps and then the door opened revealing to him a teenaged girl in her school uniform. It was none other than his childhood best friend Hiyori.
"Good morning Yato!"
Her sweet honey voice dripping his name. He awkwardly blushed but greeted back.
"Yeah, yeah. Morning Hiyori."
Hiyori stepped aside to let the male in as he walked in and Hiyori closed the door.
"Please wait for a moment. I still have to get my shoes and bag."
She lightly jogged off in a hurry seeing as her best friend was ready and she wasn't.
"You can sit down if you'd like!"
She called off from the other room she was in. Yato may as well get comfortable until Hiyori is ready. While he was waiting he couldn't get the thought of the voice out of his mind. Whose voice was it? Why did he find it so comforting? And....why did it sound so familiar? His heart started racing a bit as he lightly placed his hand over his frantic beating heart. Why was he feeling this way?
"Yato?"
Hiyori quietly called out his name; seeing him in the position that he is in she thought he was in pain. She quickly rushed over.
"A-are you alright? Are you hurt?"
She took the male's hand in her own and looked at him. Yato slowly turned to look at her and nodded softly.
"Y..yeah. I'm okay. Just...didn't get enough sleep last night."
That was an excuse he had to quickly make up in order for Hiyori to not worry. He didn't want for her to be worried about him.
"If you say so. Well, I'm all ready. Shall we start walking to school now?"
Hiyori took her hand back, letting go of Yato's. It all seemed to happen in slow motion for Yato when she pulled away. He felt the warmth of her hand drifting away. He wanted to, oh so badly, grab at her hand again and keep holding on but he held himself back.
"Y-y..yeah."
He got up from where he was sitting and stood next to the female throwing his bag over his shoulder.
"Let's go then."
She smiled and opened the door for them to head out. He followed behind Hiyori as thoughts began to run through his mind. Why did he have to feel this way around Hiyori? He just wants to be friends with her, right? Or..does he want to be more than friends? He doesn't know. As he was walking with his best friend she turned back to look at him as she threw him one of her significant smile.
That made time freeze right then and there; her smile stood in place as his heart seemed to have a race in his chest feeling it beating faster and faster. What has he done to deserve this kind of torture? Yato was in love with his childhood best friend, Hiyori Iki.
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