Greetings🖖iliana . I hope you find enjoyment in this slow burn, yearning fanfic of you and Yato sama. This way you won't have to fantasize abt it at night, as you do😅 Here is a preview. it was a gloomy night. I stared out of the window in sadness. Why did nobody love me ? Suddenly a blue haired-eyed baka stood in the shadows, he proceeded to shake off the musty disguesting crumbs off his scarf as he wrappedbit around my neck. God, he smelled like roses in a summers evenigj. 'When the roses sway, I gaze at you all day.' Yato exclaimed. 'Iliana, will you be my regalia?' He said, blushing red. I could feel between my legs getting slicker. 'I-I.....why me? You see that trash bag there? Thats me.......I am trash:( 'Iliana, you are so nice and good😕, especially in that amazing messy bun you are wearing. That was the begginunh of my Yato brain rot story:(