Miroku sat on the ground and stared into the fire. A soft sigh escaped his lips. Sango sat across from him, polishing the Hiraikotsu, making sure it was in perfect condition.
Sango was strong. Sango was independent. She could take care of herself no matter what.
Miroku liked that about her. Too many women were entirely dependent on a man. He liked that he didn't have to do every little thing for her, just so she could giggle and fawn over him.
Sometimes he wished she were just a little less independent. He didn't like to feel useless.
Sango suddenly straightened and backed away from the fire. She squeaked quietly and pointed. "Miroku, get it!" she said. A nice sized spider was sitting before the fire.
Miroku smiled and walked around the fire. He stepped on the spider and squished it.
It was nice to be needed. Even for a small thing like spider-squishing.