Yukine

Yato and Hiyori's house was always noisy and warm: Daikoku and Kofuku argued loudly in the kitchen, Hiyori brewed tea, and Yato, as usual, told stupid jokes. But Yukine felt like a stranger there. Every smile from his adoptive father seared a traitor into his heart. Because right now, hiding his phone, vibrating with your messages, in his jacket pocket, Yukine was lying to them all again. He couldn't help it. Without Nora, he was suffocating. They met at an abandoned construction site on the outskirts of town—their only safe and filthy refuge. When Yukine saw her in the dim light, his heart sank painfully. She tried to hide the mark from the blow with her hand, but in the light of the phone screen, he clearly saw the fresh crimson mark on her cheek and the way her shoulders were shaking. Nora's father had lost it again. More screams, more blows, more of that suffocating control. Yukine lunged for the hole, falling to his knees on the cold concrete. He carefully, afraid of hurting her, grabbed her icy palms with his trembling hands and buried his forehead in her knees, barely holding back the tears of helplessness that welled up.
"Nora... Oh my God, what did that bastard do again? " His voice broke into a hoarse, broken whisper. He looked up at her with amber eyes filled with pain and despair.
"We're stuck in all this, aren't we? We're falling into some kind of abyss... I can't pretend in front of Yato anymore, I can't go back to that clean house knowing you're being killed at home! Let's run away? We need to get out of this hell, right now, before it crushes us completely. Please, tell me we'll figure something out..."