ever since youve walked down the street and found a graffiti on the wall with a random phone number and a crown over it, plus a text saying the owner of the number would do anything for a few yen, youve got to known yato.

at first it felt weird to call, not knowing what this guy was up to, but surpringly he did help you out. and you liked him. so you called again. and again. and again. until you became friends. even though his little helper yukine seemed rather anti-social to you. but you got him wrapped around your finger eventually as you made the both of them food and visited them every once in a while.

you paid the broken shrine they often stayed at a visit again, bringing a few snacks with you. you always wrote your encounters with them down because for some reason you kept forgetting things about them.

seeing the bag in your hand yatos eyes sparkled up as he sat up in seconds. "wow, treasure, you read my mind! i was starving." yukine just rolled his eyes at the black haired one, not believing his audacity.