Feeling (Yato x Reader)

Prologue

(Before I begin, I will start by saying some chapters will have a picture. All art will be hand drawn by me. Please no stealing and enjoy :>)

-You

School was about as gloomy as the sky when I sat down for History in the morning.

It was raining when we started to learn about ancient and present gods. I was zoned out mostly through the lesson until the teacher mentioned a goddess called Bishamon.

It never occurred to me that there could be a god of two things. Fortune and war? It was a little baffling.

I was never the religious type so when the topic came up, it made History more boring than it already was and I was sure to fail any assignments associated with it.

The other students seemed intrigued when hearing about all the different gods our society believed in. Well, most of the society.

If these gods were so great, why weren't they helping me? Did I have to be some great almighty person to be noticed?

When I was small, my grandmother would often pray at the many shrines posted throughout our city. When she did, she encouraged me to do the same, saying it was disrespectful not to.

I never felt anything when I did and never benefited either. I didn't get how such a meaningless action could keep a person coming back over and over again. She even left money there too. And what more? Nobody dared to steal it over whatever superstitions they had.

That thought made me think more.

Ever since I was little, I knew my family was unlike the ones we were associated with. They always wore more lavish and expensive things while my family didn't.

To put it shortly, my family wasn't wealthy so, on a whim, I decided to steal from one of the popular shrines.

I was planning on killing myself pritty soon so I was prepared for any short-term consequences.

If I was to leave, I wanted to leave knowing my family would be in good wealth.

When the bell rang, a friend came over to me and asked for some of the notes that were due the next day.

I laughed a little and said, "come on, you actually thought I, of all people, would have them?" To which he replied, "well, it was a fevered dream I guess."

I shook my head and began gathering my things to leave the classroom.

Ryu turned my shoulder to him which forced me to look at him. He had concern in his eyes while looking at me.

"Are you doing okay?" He asked me. "You haven't been yourself for the past two weeks," he added.

I cocked an eyebrow at him to be coy, half knowing his reason for asking. Nevertheless, I still said, "what do you mean? I'm the same old (Y/n) I've always been."

Ryu shrugged his shoulders and replied, "I don't know how to explain it, you just seem more careless than usual I guess."

As students started to file out of the room, I broke away and began doing the same, both because it was awkward and also that I didn't want the teacher to hear our conversation considering he was probably curious as well as to why I'd been missing so much school and acting out.

"Well, I figure you only live once so why not make the most of what you're given? After all, things will never happen the same twice and I'll never get highschool back," I replied to dodge his concern.

"I'm just worried, you've gotten into 3 fights in the past 2 weeks and you've been suspended too. You're also missing a lot of school, you've only been here about 3 days since all this started happening," Ryu replied when we were safely in the flooded hallway while dodging students. "You've just never acted out this way before, you've always been shy and quiet," he added.