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　Ｙato was completely oblivious to the fact that Hiyori took a quick smell of him. If he had known he would have given her a weird look.
An abrupt laughed escaped through Yato’s lips before he slapped his hand to stop himself. If only there was some kind of counter that kept track of how many times Hiyori lost her body without intention.
　　　❝　Seems like you still can’t help when you lose your body.❞

_{{✿} [ Fierceness stamping on her visage, Hiyori was an easy target for mockeries although coming from a beggar God became acolyte. Required lessons with Tomo, her favorite wrestler, learned to possess the ability to struggle therefore she did not spend in vain. Instead despair ruled her features. ]}

_{❝———— I haven’t yet learned to control it ! ❞}