I Won't...
He tried to walk past the door the girl had disappeared in without making a scene. Casually, he glanced at the bulletin board on her door but her nametag was blocked by some streamers hanging above. The bulletin board itself was covered with assorted shapes made of paper; there was a bow and arrow, what looked like a swimming cap, and a few photographs hanging from transparent pins. I won't look at it, he told himself. I won't ask about her, I won't make a fool out of myself, I won't—
"Sango, who lives here?"
Fuck.
Sango eyed him strangely before answering. "That's Kagome. I talk about her sometimes, when we hang out. You should remember; she's on the swim team and does club archery. The girl who managed to shoot straight down someone else's bulls eye?"
"Oh, right. Her. Okay."
She looked at him again and he fidgeted under her scrutiny. "Why do you ask?"
"Nothing," he blurted. Shit, he thought as Sango's eyes narrowed. I answered too quickly, didn't I? Dammit!
"Are you sure it's just nothing?"
"Positive." He plastered a neutral expression on his face and kept walking towards the stairs, praying to any deities who were listening to make Sango drop the subject. Please, I'll do whatever you want, just make her forget about it—
"Inuyasha," Sango said, her voice getting louder and louder. "You… you like her, don't you?"
Fuck.
