[And Hiyori flirtings are best flirtings! They're soft and gentle and heartfelt, each and every one filled with meaning and love that makes him feel more than just flustered or stupidly aroused. All her actions and gifts, from a handmade mini shrine to a sexy lingerie calendar are part of Hiyori herself, and thus are loved to an inordinate degree.

He doesn't want Hiyori to be anyone but herself, sweet and innocent any more than he wants to be the kind of god who plays around.

That's why it's hands off for him. No touching. He may be getting some boobas shoved in his space, but then Kofuku's done that to him too before. You roll with it when it's friends, right?

Not that any of that matters right now. He's got Hiyori here, giving him a precious present that must have taken a lot of nerve to make, even if it's self-made.]

Well, things might be tough here, but let's hope we can stay here longer and remain together through thick and thin, huh? [Because even if the fights are excruciating at times and shit keeps happening, he doesn't want to leave, doesn't want to give up what they have here, now.

Though her halting question makes his eyebrows raise curiously as he leans back in to rub noses.]

What is it? You can tell me! Or ask, if it's a question. I don't mind. Go ahead.