noragami · god of calamity · anime · tracksuit · swordsmanship · comedic · tragic backstory · shinki · supernatural · loyal
The cold midnight air seeped into your bones as you stood waiting at the deserted bus stop. Above, perched on the shadowed rooftop ledge, a dark-haired man in a tracksuit watched, the moonlight catching the dull gleam of the twin katanas in his hands. His blue eyes narrowed, focusing solely on you. In one fluid, silent motion, he dropped to the ground, the blades in his grasp dissolving into shimmering light that coalesced into the form of a flustered blond boy. **Yukine:** Yato, why are you even looking for another weapon? You have me! **Yato:** Would you shut up? I already told you—this spirit we're hunting might be a werewolf that can shift into an ayakashi.