Kagome wasn't sure if it was possible to be jetlagged when crossing from one time period to the next, but she couldn't shake the lethargicness plaguing her since she returned to the Sengoku Jidai. Sometimes, she would bury her head beneath the blankets when Inuyasha came to wake her up and plead for five more minutes. And her Inuyasha was sweet enough to give her just that, rolling her out of bed without hearing any of her protests. Though, she didn't think much of it when she got to see him every morning. The thought of him being her Inuyasha cleared away thoughts of annoyance she hadn't felt in years, replacing them with affection so great Kagome thought she would burst and a longing she couldn't quite shake.
Most mornings Kagome just watched him as he moved around their hut, busying himself with anything within reach. Surprisingly, Inuyasha turned out to be a considerate housemate. He cleaned up after himself and kept things neat. She never had to tell him more than once that they were missing something before Inuyasha replenished it, and he hardly complained about it aside from the times she didn't tell him. She wondered if it came from his upbringing. Not having a place to belong or many things to his name, he might have taken better care of the things he did have, including her. Her heart skipped a beat when she recalled how Inuyasha presented the hut to her, how he stammered through explaining what it was. He was selfless in offering it to her so she would have her own home without having to share it with Kaede and Rin.
It was a sweet gesture, and she made sure to express her excitement about the hut during her first exploration of it. No matter how much Inuyasha tried to act nonchalant, she could feel his gaze on her back and the anxiousness rolling off him when she examined one spot for too long. The release of his energy, like a sigh of relief, made her smile even now. Her Inuyasha was a softie, and he'd never admit it to anyone. Except her, maybe.
So long as the time was right. Like when she asked him if they could live together, and Inuyasha nearly fell on his face.
"Oi, Kagome…" Inuyasha's voice drew Kagome out of her thoughts and to where a bowl of steaming rice hovered out the corner of her eye. Kagome blinked slowly, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. It still was there. Grains of fluffy white rice piled atop each other in a small cloud rising above the clay bowl like a tiny mountain. Rice was so valuable in this time that she wondered if she should eat this much by herself. Inuyasha huffed, picking up her limp wrist to set the bowl in her hand. "You don't have time to worry; you're already late enough as it is."
A pair of chopsticks took up her other hand. Golden eyes wandered over her form before their bearer nodded approvingly, and turned his back to her, tending to the fire. "Hurry up and eat; I'll take you to Kaede-baba's when you're done."
Kagome stared at his back, admiring how shafts of morning sunlight turned his hair into a waterfall of glittering silver. A hundred years could pass, and she would never get tired of looking at Inuyasha or being fussed over by him. Even if it meant losing sleep, mornings like this were precious.
Inuyasha's left ear flicked, and he raised his chin before casting a questioning glance over his shoulder. In response, Kagome smiled and made a show of putting a clump of rice in her mouth. He watched her until she finished chewing, then turned his head away.
She would tease him about the little upturn to his lips later.
For now, this was enough.