The First Human by DinosaurTealight

"Gods always fall in love with their first human." Tenjin stated matter-of-factly to Yato. "No matter what. It's one of the natural processes of becoming powerful."

"Phh, whatever old man." Is this guy for real? What if Hiyori was a guy? How would that even work. Maybe it'd happen anyway?

Yato decided he didn't really want to find out the answers to these seemingly complicated questions. He had better things to do, like harass Daikoku or Yukine or something.

"Hey! I've been a more successful God for much longer than you, my boy." The god of learning fumed. "You could learn a thing or two from me, Yatogami, if you'd air out your big head for five seconds!"

"Like what? How to be a pimp?" The god of learning's mouth hung open while his eyebrows twitched spastically, representing his disbelief.

Yato walked away with a smirk feeling pretty pleased with himself. Tenjin did have a bunch of good-looking shinki running around, maybe he should listen...

Yato shook his head, placing that thought on the dusty top shelf of his mind. "Ch. That guy is something else. What's the old man thinking? Can gods even fall in love?"

And a god of calamity no less? Yato looked down at his feet, the realization of years ago creeping into his conscious. His jet black hair covered his eyes hiding his pained expression. Was he good for anything other than war, pain, suffering, and death? Yato stopped. No, of course.

How could someone as terrible as him be deserving of anything more than death? Death. His body felt heavy, weighed down by the many innocent souls he had stolen in his past. If gods could not sin why, then, did he feel like hell was just around the corner? Would any amount of good deeds ever make him worthy of something like love?

"Y-yato?" Hiyori's voice was distant, but enough to get his attention. Why was he always ready to be by her side when she called out his name? "Hey, Yato?" Her voice was louder now.

Yato looked up, revealing a forced smile. "'Sup, Hiyori?" Her features became stained with curiosity and concern. Her bright and thoughtful fuchsia eyes resting on his icy blue orbs.

Her eyes really were beautiful. He had never really observed them so closely before. He took this time to observe the rest of her. Her long straight hair, always styled in different ways. Always cute. Always fitting. Her nose, small and spritely, along with the rest of her face.

His gaze moved farther down. Her neck, not covered by a scarf today looked soft and inviting. Even farther down, her breasts...

Wait! Breasts?

Yato quickly came back to his senses and shot his gaze back up to hers. Blood rushed to his head, swelling his cheeks. Did she notice? Am I going to die right here and now?

"Yato, you look kind of sick. Your face is red. Are you alright?" Hiyori rushed over to him and placed her hand on his forehead. "You feel warm. Do you have a fever? Can gods even get fevers? Or do they just run hotter than humans?" In between questions Hiyori placed her other hand on her own forehead for comparison.

"Geeze, Hiyori, I'm fine!" Yato pulled away from her light touch, his cheeks still shaded pink.

"Oh good then. In that case - "

POW!

Before Yato could blurt out another word Hiyori's fist came charging full force into his gut, knocking the wind out of him.

He fell to his knees with a strained and quite audible, "Hhnngg - " placing his hands over his stomach.. She could punch pretty hard for a girl..

Hey, wait a minute! Why am I admiring that! "What… the hell… was that... for?" he managed to spit out in between gulps of air and his now throbbing belly.

He felt a sudden hook into the back of his neck as she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and brought his face up to hers, their noses almost touching. "For looking at my chest! You thought I didn't notice, you pervert! You're worse than Yukine!" And with that she jumped away, tail behind her.

"Hey, Hiyori, you left something kind of important behind!"

It was too late. She had already hurried off somewhere. He glanced back down at the sleeping Hiyori next to him. She looked so peaceful. The complete opposite of how she normally is..

But wasn't that his fault? She was always worrying about him and Yukina getting into trouble.

He gently moved her hair away from her face to reveal a small smile. He couldn't help but smile in return when he thought about how much Hiyori has done for him. She has saved his life on multiple occasions, but most importantly she's the only human that hasn't forgotten him.

"Alright, we'd better get back to Kofuku and Daikoku." Yato picked Hiyori up off the floor and carried her bridal style back to the shop. So gods always fall in love with their first human huh? Maybe Tenjin was right. He was the god of education, and learning, and all that jazz after all.