Kagome Higurashi was doomed.
She let her head fall to her desk with a loud 'thud' and ignored the confused looks and the pain that throbbed with it. If anyone found out that she was in love with the famed Taishou-sensei, she would have to watch her back like a fugitive on the run.
She could change her name.
"In your seats."
Kagome looked up and saw the cause of her problems. Why couldn't he be ugly and deformed like the rest of them?
Would it be a shame if he knew what she was thinking?
He frowned at her.
Probably.
A/n: I swear, every time I come back intending to tend to unfinished business, I end up making a new story. This one is going to be based from random prompts that I can think up. Eventually my muse will kick into gear and finish the other ones that I want to finish first.
