Bishamon hesitated for a moment before making up her mind. “All right.” Taking out a paper and pen, she wrote down her phone number and gave it to him. She did feel a bit uneasy since their situation was changing so rapidly, but it would be rude to refuse, especially given their great progress so far.
He took the piece of paper she had handed him and put it in his jersey pocket. Taking out a separate strip, he scribbled his number on it and handed it to her. Despite the smile he wore on his face, he worried that he was rushing things between them. He desperately wanted to be on good terms with her, but doubted his abilities to make that happen.
“I’ll see you later, Yato.” Bishamon walked away, wondering what would become of this new, strange friendship of hers.












