When not a single note was heard from the apartment above him all weekend, Sesshoumaru began second-guessing himself. It had been a constant since he'd moved in, no more than three days going by with the ceiling pounding with the force of the bassline.
He hadn't imagined it, had he?
Three full night's rests did wonders for his workload, even Byakuya commenting on his change in attitude.
"It's almost like you got laid," he mused, prepping his station for the dinner rush.
"Why are you so interested in my love life?" Sesshoumaru asked, checking over the pass.
Byakuya snorted. "You mean lack thereof."
"I fail to see the difference."
"Of course you do," he said, crossing his arms. "What I haven't figured out is if you truly don't care, or you're a hopeless romantic, waiting for the one to sweep you off your feet."
Sesshoumaru didn't answer right away, going over the reservations for the evening. "If relationships were treated with more respect, there would be less bitterness in the world."
He felt Byakuya's eyes on him but continued with his work, the man finally sighing and patting him on the back.
"You'll find them eventually. Just don't get used to that crown, your highness. Even fairy tales aren't that clean cut."