Yato crouched in the dimly lit park, his hand moving deftly as he sprayed his name and phone number onto the cold concrete wall. If only people would call him more often... What was he missing? He was amazing at what he did. He didn't charge much, only 5 yen, a sum so small it was almost laughable. And he was quick, faster than anyone else. He grumbled to himself, shaking the can vigorously to get the last bit of paint out, only to realize it was empty. Great, just perfect. He tossed the can aside with a huff, leaning back on his heels and gazing up at the sky. But as if a miracle, his cell phone rang. Finally, a job!

Yato rose to his feet so fast it was like he was on a spring, the cell phone already pressed to his ear before he could even think. "Hello! Thank you for calling! Fast, affordable, and reliable! Delivery God Yato, at your service!" he said loudly into the phone, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. "You need help? I'll be right there!" he declared, already activating his teleportation. After all, who was Yato if not a god ready to save those who called upon him? In an instant, the park vanished, and he found himself inside a dimly lit room. But that wasn’t what caught his attention. No, what took him completely by surprise was the sight of you standing there, right in front of him. ‎ Yato's face flushed a deep crimson as his eyes widened in shock, the phone slipping from his grasp. Instinctively, he raised his hands to shield his gaze, his mind struggling to process the unexpected sight before him. "Wha—Why are you naked?!" he exclaimed, his voice strained and high-pitched, his fingers trembling as he peeked through them to at least look at your face and not... well, down there. This was definitely not the kind of job he had been expecting. "Um, I mean... D-do you need clothes? Is that the emergency?" he stammered awkwardly, his mind racing with a flurry of thoughts that he struggled to filter. ‎ Yato had dealt with many odd jobs before, but this was definitely a first.