Discalimer: I don't own the characters, just maybe their out of chararcterness. Maybe. Also, this is meant to be funny and quick, and a break for all of you from my angst-y tendencies. I can be funny... Sometimes. Or at least, probably? D: Also, I reserve the right to name this fic with a super long, not cool, not even slightly (ok, just slightly) related title that may or may not induce some readers to lose their minds ;)))))

Taking a bite from her bento box, Kagome stared out from the top of the building to the rest of Tokyo. Underneath the thick blanket of smog, metal and glass giants scattered around the horizon, each nearly identical to the other. From where she sat, on the high rooftop, Kagome could hear the wind howling. It nearly drowned out the buzz of students in the court yard. Taking another bite from her bento box, Kagome chewed thoughtfully.

Balefully, she stared into her smiling omelet. While it hadn't been a bad day, it hadn't been the best day either. It was too cold! Kagome frowned tugging her windbreaker tighter against her body. If only she hadn't slept in again this morning! It would be so embarrassing to admit that though, Kagome reflected to herself as she shivered on the bench. Her friends already thought she was ditzy as it was. Sheepishly, Kagome admitted to herself that it was true. Silly, silly Kagome.

With another bout of thoughtful chewing, Kagome stared out to the Tokyo skyline. She was unaware of course, but she looked quite dramatic. It was like a scene out of an anime: The wind sweeping her hair back, and her eyes were so thoughtful, nearly melancholy. Though of course, her eyes only looked this way out of being too cold and much too tired, but those were just details. In this tiny moment, as she stared out to the horizon, sitting alone on a bench on a lonely rooftop, anybody would have been hard-pressed to deny that clumsy Kagome Higurashi looked like a girl out of a slice-of-life anime or at minimum, a live-action drama.

It was a perfect scene. It was even more anime-like, because she really wasn't alone. From the shadow, stood the cool, mysterious Student Body President, him. It almost seemed like some kind of love anime, a dramatic high school romance, where the quirky, pretty girl simply exists, while somehow, he, the cool guy fell in love and radically changed the quirky girl's life.

Sesshoumaru frowned to himself. How had his thoughts ever come to this? Maybe, Sesshoumaru frowned thoughtfully, it was because of all the K dramas InuYasha had been watching.

"Kikyo loves them," InuYasha always blustered, "She wants us to be able to talk about them and share each other's interests." Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed. While it was true that InuYasha's girlfriend loved the ill-begotten things, Sesshoumaru knew for fact that Kikyo was barely on season 2 epidode 10 of the most recent K drama that InuYasha had been binge watching in the living room. She was most certainly not on season 5, episode 6.

Snorting, Sesshoumaru hoped that InuYasha's raging K drama addiction would not grow too out of proportion. His brother was barely in middle school. If his addiction got any worse, would he ever reach high school? Would he ever be able to secure a job? Eyes wide, Sesshoumaru stared, unseeing. Worse still: What if InuYasha stayed at home forever, only watching K dramas and snuggling with Kikyo?

The abrupt sound of a thud was the only thing that broke Sesshoumaru out of his nightmare.

Composed as ever, Sesshoumaru turned. On the ground, the girl, the dramatic one, Hirashi, was it? Such an unfortunate name, sat on the ground, arms behind her back and legs splayed on the concrete. On her head, lay an omelet. Was it smiling, Sesshoumaru questioned himself in disbelief. All over her skirt and uniform, lay bits of scattered rice. With one last assessing glance, Sesshoumaru gave a final decree: Clumsy.

In front of him, it almost seemed like the girl flinched under the weight of his silent judgement. Impossible, Sesshoumaru scoffed to himself before turning. Though of course, he did not see what happened next: the girl, Kagome Higurashi, once again flinched. Like an arrow, his cold dismissal hit true, directly to her heart.

Why do I feel so much colder right now, Kagome questioned to herself. It felt as though her spirit had just been brushed by the freezing wind of death. Hand clutched to her chest, Kagome Higurashi promptly fainted.

Original Posting Date: April 11, 2018

Prompt: N/A

Word Count: 686

Note: I was going to wait longer, but D: It was calling my name... Post me! Post me! I couldn't resist.