#daikoku

[uchihaculture]

Noragami vol covers

[caityxlittle]

kanagawa style

[kofuku46]

Noragami final illustration but it's 90s.

[kaola-rivas]

Noragami Pinkie Pie and her malewife

[themeganehusbando]

"You make me the happiest"

Is what you've told me countless times, but is this little life, this silly routine enough? I hope so, I hope so.

🌸 |⭐

[gabbyp09]

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[pyreflydust]

Noragami Volume 5 bonus manga

[whitecloverart]

✧ Icons with secondary characters from final chapter ✧

[understeerking]

After meeting a few friends at Daikoku, I was about to leave when this TRD Chaser pulled up near me. An old man got out and noticed me looking at his car and waved me over. His name was Hideki, and he was the original owner of the car. He had been driving the car scene 97 & he was 85 hears old. It's cool getting to talk with random people all because of the love of cars.

[drilanime]

[dualthesol]

Different layers of the group anniversary pic, from the official site!

[yatorihell]

Noragami Final Chapter Bingo Card Predictions from the Ratchat

[totallyexhausted]

Because I spent four hours in Barnes and Noble today reading Noragami…

“Hey, Yukine, you’re okay buddy… just get it up,” Yato said softly, rubbing his hand across the boy’s back as he pitched forward again, retching loudly. The kid hadn’t felt well the whole day, something he refused to admit to Yato… but as the day progressed, it became more and more obvious. The pink sweaty hue across his pale face, shivering through his jacket despite the sweat forming at his hair line, unsteady on his feet and picking through his lunch, barely eating a few bites despite Hiyori’s worried glances. Personally, it’d pissed the God off.

He’d thought they were through this. That the boy had learned he could tell Yato anything, that he could lean on him… but he refused to admit he felt unwell, going along with whatever job Yato had picked out for them that day. If the kid wasn’t going to admit and act like he was fine, then there wasn’t much the God could do… and he’d let the boy believe whatever he wanted. He’d either give up and let Yato help or recover on his own.

This was, according to Hiyori when Yukine slipped to the bathroom after lunch, an arrogant and dumb way of thinking. Yukine was still a child, small and underweight for 14, and given what she knew of his past, had probably never really been able to lean on anyone when ill. He was probably scared, think the God could care less about something so small… and despite bickering with him, kicking him several times and calling him a selfish master, Yato refused to dump Yukine off on her or leave him in her care.

He wasn’t stupid. He knew the boy hadn’t felt well since this morning and the fact that he’d managed to drag himself all over the city, fighting off several phantoms including the gruelling two hours spent scrubbing some old man’s shower, was downright impressive. And in a way, made Yato feel slightly proud. The fact that the kid could endure so much when he didn’t have to. Yato wasn’t cruel. He’d never force the boy to do something he didn’t want to, and he’d never demand the kid power through when he felt under the weather… but perhaps Hiyori had been right when she suggested Yato ignoring the situation was both stupid and irresponsible.

It had been until they began walking home, the sky darkening as passer-bys hustled under the street lamps that Yato felt a pang in his chest. Yukine had fallen behind several feet, trudging slowly along the sidewalk, letting people shove past him. He’d grown quieter after Hiyori left for the evening to study for her exams; shoving his coat closer and coughing softly into his sleeve as he mumbled his goodbyes. Yato hadn’t noticed the boy had fallen so far behind, more concerned with the quick beating of his heart, mirroring Yukine’s own.

The God paused, the pang in his chest catching his breathe again, and he turned to see the boy standing under one of the lamps, his hands in his coat pockets, staring down at the pavement.

“Yukine?”

Yato backtracked, making his way towards the boy, ignoring the weird glances cast his way from several people shoving past them. He reached out, putting his hand in the boy’s hair gently, “Yukine? Hey…”

The boy shook his head before raising it slightly, and Yato swallowed as tears glistened against the light from overhead. The same pang from before ripped through his chest, and the God winced as Yukine let out a small whimper. He raised his sleeve to his eyes, scrubbing across his face roughly, trying to stop the tears rolling down his face as Yato brought his hand down, touching his fingers to the kid’s forehead. He was burning up.

“Y-Yato, I-“

Yukine lurched forward before he could finish his sentence, vomit spewing past his lips, painting the God’s tracksuit before doubling over and retching again. Several people stopped, throwing concerned glances their way as Yato placed a hand against the boy’s shoulder, steadying him as the younger threw up again.

After several agonising minutes, Yukine glanced up, wiping his mouth and chin across his jacket sleeve slowly before sputtering, tears streaming down his face and a loud wail leaving his mouth as he met Yato’s face. The God panicked, cupping the boy’s cheek, shushing him gently as the ladder continued to cry loudly; people topping further, glaring towards Yato as if he’d caused this.

“I-I’m sorry, Yato…” Yukine choked, reaching towards Yato’s tracksuit, “I don’t feel-feel good! I’m sorry!”

“Shh, Buddy, it’s okay. Yukine, it’s okay.” Yato said softly, pulling the younger against him, leading him away from the scene slowly, ignoring the pain in his chest as Yukine clung to him. The kid was scared. Trembling and unsteady on his feet, panic eating away at his thoughts, racing from Yukine’s mind to Yato’s…

…

Once Yato had managed to get them home, Yukine passed out against him, he led the younger to the bathroom, cleaning him up quickly before helping upstairs. The second the boy’s head hit his pillow, he was out again, leaving the God to clean himself up and deal with Kofuku and Daikoku’s questions…

…

Yato had thought of hoped Yukine would be able to get some peaceful sleep… but he’d been wrong. Several hours after the God had laid his futon next to the boy’s, Yukine had jerked awake, calling out Yato’s name through the soft glow of the lamp as he breathed through the remnants of a nightmare. Shortly after that, he’d started throwing up… which led to their current situation.

Yukine was propped against Yato’s chest, his head hanging weakly over the bin the God had stolen from downstairs, gagging loudly as his body tried to bring up whatever remains of an empty stomach. The kid was clinging to him, his fever high and steady despite the meds Yato had forced down the boy’s throat. He’d been doing his best to keep Yukine cool, wiping him down and replacing the rag against his forehead, but the nausea had reared its ugly head, making it impossible for the kid to get comfortable. He’d thrown up everything Yato had tried to give him, bringing up water a few minutes after it was down, and refused to take more after a third time. But even after emptying anything that could still possibly be in his stomach, Yukine was still nauseous, gagging harshly and barely bringing up anything other than saliva.

“You’re okay, Buddy. It’s alright. Just relax, Yukine.”

Yato put the van down gently, pulling Yukine further against him as the boy whimpered, gripping the God’s shirt weakly between his fingers. His fever hasn’t budged in the past few hours, and every time Yato had gotten the kid to sleep, he’d woken up shortly after, panicked and calling out for Yato. It was a rough situation and one that broke the God’s heart.

Yato pressed the bottle of water he’d been trying to get the younger to drink for the past few hours to the boy’s mouth. Yukine whined, turning his head towards Yato’s chest. The God tried again, “Please, Yukine, just a few small sips.”

After a few minutes, Yukine complied, taking two small sips before turning back towards Yato’s chest, gripping again at his shirt. He squeezed his eyes shut, swallowing compulsively as the bottle was set down. Yato sighed, running his hand through the boy’s sweaty hair, pulling him up against him as he leaned against the wall behind them.

“Good boy, Yukine. We’ll try again in a little bit, okay. But you did a good job, Buddy.”

Yukine coughed softly, shoving his forehead against Yato’s neck as he called his name.

“It’s okay, Yukine. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

…

Idk I kind of just trailed off through it cause yeah. Still want to write an actual fix with Yukine- him drawing a borderline because his fever was high and he got scared, Yato holding him like a child, the kid sleeping against him as Yato walks around the house, K+D fawning over how young Yukine looks… stuffs.

[arcadebroke]

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