Sensing something was odd, Tokimori opened the door to the dressing room slightly, and peeked his face out. Yato hid behind the door, pulled out a towel from the dresser,and thrust it at him.
“N-Nothing.”
“……? Thanks.”
Tokimori was concerned about Yato’s suspicious behavior, but seemed to want to dry himself off and get dressed first. Yato tired to shrink back into his small form again in front of the door. He was able to do it sixteen years ago, he was able to falsely conceal himself for sixteen years.
He could do it now.
His hands hit his horns and he suddenly remembered. If he concentrated his consciousness around the base of his two horns, he could certainly conceal and condense the massive energy originating from there to become smaller. Yato grasped his horns, and bent his upper body down. He couldn’t think of anything unnecessary. He couldn’t let Tokimori see him in his current form. Tokimori needed to prepare his heart, Yato too.
Chapter end
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