She was also a private tutor.
Sesshoumaru had sequestered himself in the kitchen to plate the food, and avoid further embarrassment, adding an extra setting for the kit.
While Kagome was at the end of her program, Shippou was just starting. The medical field was daunting, and she'd taken pity on him during one of her many trips to the library.
"What are your intentions with Kagome?"
If the boy wasn't so open with his aura, Sesshoumaru might have been startled out of his thoughts. As it was, he could've thrown a full set of pots on the floor and been less noticeable, green eyes blazing as he looked Sesshoumaru over.
"You are too young to be lecturing This One," he said, not moving from the stove.
"Doesn't matter. I'll still fight you if you hurt her."
"I believe you." His response only made the kit frown, his arms tightening across his chest. Sesshoumaru grabbed two plates, motioning to the one still on the counter. "I cannot promise that it will never happen, but I give you my word that I will never do it intentionally."
Shippou gave him a considering look, then grabbed the remaining plate. "Good. 'Cause I think she kinda likes you."
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I hope so."