Close Encounters of the Other Kind
Perhaps he was overthinking it?
Perhaps he was just too stressed.
Sesshomaru had one hand tucked under his head as he sprawled lazily on the grass, watching the cherry blossoms fall. He remembered the angry eyebrows on Kagome's cupcake, and he reached out to touch the middle of his brows.
Great. Now a crease was forming from his constant frown. He would graduate highschool looking older than his father.
He sighed and closed his eyes, allowing himself to relax. He probably really was overthinking it. It had been three months and his spy confirmed she had never made any move whatsoever towards Inuyasha. Casual glances here and there, an occasional hello.
So what if she admired the guy?
Crushing on someone was normal for girls, right? As long as she didn't act on it, which seemed the case.
As he floated into the beautiful land of sleep, he heard a snap from what dubiously sounded like a camera. He didn't even bother to open his eyes. He was used to being photographed papparazi-style. Four years of it, to be exact. He decided to let it fly.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but he fell asleep, that was for sure. Something tickled on his face. Slightly surprised, amber eyes opened, only to see a glorious sight of pink sakura blossoms,
and falling white feathers.
An angel?