"Why are they all staring at us?" Kagome whispered to Sango. They were walking around the college that they now attended. As they walked, many males turned to stare.

"It's called bosomy," at Kagome's blank expression Sango explained, " It means having large breasts. Guys like it." Kagome sighed.

"I can see why your in college." They walked around until they found their dorm. They had been there a week ago to make it as much like home as possible, and now they walked into their room. They would be roommates once again.

Shortly after high-school they had moved in together. Now they would stay in their college room together. It was odd. They were the best of friends even though they were almost complete opposites. Sango had strait brown hair, brown eyes, had only a few friends and got one-hundred percent in everything. Kagome had wavy black hair, blue eyes, was very popular and got seventy percent. But no doubt about it, they were looking forward to college.

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Miroku stared at the newest additions to his class. Yes, his class. He was the youngest university professor ever. He was only twenty-two. Some of the other, older professors disliked him because of that and he honestly didn't care. He surveyed the front row. All students from last year. Wait! There was one unfamiliar face.

It was a girl. She had long chestnut hair. He guessed her to be about twenty, only two years younger than himself. She was wearing an official looking suit, glasses and no make-up and being his observant self, he noticed the glasses were lens less. He wondered what she'd look like in normal clothes. He shook his head. Thoughts like that would only cause trouble. He stood up. The room was silent.

"Hello," he said, " I am Professor Houshi." He noticed many of the female students giggle and whisper to each other. Silly high-school behavior. "Okay, that's enough. Where shall we start?" He thought for a second. Then it came to him. "Ah. Why are you here?" All was silent. "Come on. Would someone volunteer?" Only one hand was raised. It was the girl in the front. He smiled. "Yes?"

"I have an abundance of reasons," she started. "To start, literature greatly amuses me. Secondly, I plan to become a teacher. Finally, I heard you were the youngest Professor ever and I wanted to see if you were any good." some students laughed and so did Miroku. That girl had brains.

"Okay. Thank-you miss...," he tilted his head, " What's your name?" She adjusted her lens less glasses.

"Sango Taijiya." He smiled at her.

"And, Sango Taijiya, am I any good?" He watched her thoughtful expression. It was as if she was sizing him up.

"It'll take longer than five minutes for me to see if what people say about you is true, Professor."

"What do they say about me?" This time it was Sango's turn to smile.

"That you are intelligent and your style of teaching is unrivaled," she stated, "But you see, sir, I don't specifically care what other people think. I don't agree or disagree with them until I fully assess the situation or the person. I never assume." A great answer.

"When you assume you make an ass out of you and me," Miroku quoted. "An excellent point. So why don't we make that our first lesson? Never assume, because fifty-percent of the time you'll be wrong."

"Uh, Professor." A mousy guy from the fourth row said.

"What is it?" The guy squirmed.

"I thought this was literature."

"It is, but every subject is combined in a different way. "Miroku pointed out. "It takes time to write a novel, but is time considered literature? You learn amazing words and terms in biology and chemistry, but is it considered English? I'd think not or you'd probably be in Phys Ed watching girls stretch and arguing that your really in Literature because of the book you read last night, if you read." He paused.

"How many of you read?" All the hands in the room went up. "How many of you read for fun?" Over half of the hands went down. "That's what I thought. How many of you find books boring?" All the hands that were down went up as the hands that were up went down. Miroku nodded.

"Many people prefer watching C.S.I or Survivor over reading. it's just a fact of life. Reading, even if it is a novel, broadens your mind." He stepped out from behind his desk. "That's just it! You don't have to read poetry books or non-fiction biographies! You read what you choose." Some of the guys in the class turned red proving that what they had thought was not something that you would want in the hands of a twelve year old. Miroku smirked and nodded slightly. "You assume literature has to be boring, so, I call you an ass. Do you see where I'm going with this?"

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"Hmm," Kagome thought, " He's hot."

The first day and she had already found a guy who fit her liking.

He had long silver hair and the most gorgeous eyes she had ever seen. They were a shade of golden-amber. He always had a smart-assed smirk on his face. To top it all off, he had two whit dog ears on the top of his head. How cute!

By the end of class she decided to talk to him.

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InuYasha watched as the pretty black-haired girl walked up to him. He grinned.

"Hello," he said, " What can I do for you?" She smiled.

"Hey." Her voice was pleasant. "I'm Kagome Higurashi."

"Pleased to meet you Kagome Higurashi," he said , "I'm InuYasha Taishio."

"InuYasha. Well InuYasha, I was wondering-"

The professor walked in. His shoes made an annoying squeaky sound as he walked.

"Everyone take your seats." There was a small percentage of movement. "TAKE YOUR SEATS NOW!"

"Holy! Spaz!" Kagome thought as she sat down. She could tell that, besides InuYasha, she would hate that class.

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Sango smiled as she walked towards her dorm. It had been a great day. All her classes were amusing, but Literature was, by far, the best. She had always enjoyed reading and literature, and the way that Professor Houshi taught was exhilarating.

"Plus he's cute," she thought to herself. It was no good. Crushes on teachers never ended well. Especially when so many other girls liked him. It would just cause trouble. She sighed and climbed the stairs. On the door of the dorm was a flyer. She read it.

"Power out," she groaned, "Great." She went inside and fell asleep and only awoke when Kagome got home.