Rest
Ok, so one last read-thorough of the essay due tomorrow, then it's done. Shouldn't take long. Then the math assignment next. Oh, and will also need to call Eri to explain today's literature class. Haruka-sensei kept referencing the previous class, which of course–
A last minute twitch of her fingers snagged the sleeve of her sweater before it had the chance to propel through the air and onto the bed. Jerked back towards her, the fabric slapped dully into her side.
Good thing, because she would've woken up her visitor for sure.
Kagome let the straps of her backpack slip soundlessly down her arms, and set the heavy bag down near the entrance. As quietly as she could, she eased the door shut and padded to the side of the bed.
This certainly was something new.
Her blankets were mussed, and curled in the divot in the middle was Inuyasha. He looked like he had sat in his signature crosslegged, arms-crossed-around-Tetsusaiga stance and simply fallen sideways into her pillow. Funny how he was hugging his sword like a teddy bear.
The late afternoon sun cast her room in a soft, orange light. It was her favourite time of day. The tiny leaves of the plant hanging near her window casted perfect little shadow replicas on the wall above her bed. Inuyasha's hair gleamed in a muted gold, contrasting against the rich red of his robes.
It was unfair really, how good he looked. Just like the first time she saw him in the clearing.
Kagome knelt down beside the bed, flopping her torso over the surface. She grinned.
Inuyasha's hair was a riot over her bed, generous locks tumbled every which way, including over his face. His features were soft and relaxed, one cheek smooshed against the swell of the pillow, making his lips pucker slightly. The resulting gape of his mouth allowed the tip of one fang to just peek out.
She reached to hook the errant lock carefully away from his face, and smoothed it down behind him. Moving on to the messy fringe, she allowed the soft strands to sift indulgently through her fingers, as, on impulse, she bent down to press a kiss into his forehead.
Back then, this face was ethereal, beautiful. Now, snuggled into her pink comforter, he looked just as peaceful, but real, and endearing. Did he know he made those tiny grunts when he slept?
Kagome stifled a giggle, readjusting where her chin rested on her crossed arms, and continued to watch him with fond eyes.
How many people have seen her fierce hanyou sleep? He must be tired. It had been a rough week after all. Kagome pondered this, and other such tender thoughts in the calm of her bedroom.
It escaped her attention when her own eyelids grew heavy and she sagged further against the bed. Her face tumbled sideways into the blankets, growing slack as her breathing evened out.
The sun dipped further still towards the horizon, the room dimming as the two slumbering occupants rested, their faces a hand's breadth from each other, sharing the same air, the same dreams.
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A/N: Hi friends! It's been a while. I needed some fluff, so I wrote some :)