Thirty minutes in, Sesshoumaru stares wide-eyed, cold gripping his core.

Kagome almost crushes his hand. "W-what?"

The counselor, calm and collected, sets down his clipboard and looks up at them. "I'm sorry, but did you two not realize that this"—his brows lift as he points between them—"is a relationship?"

His words hit like a shockwave, and, unable to speak, Sesshoumaru is grateful when she does.

"W-we're friends." She squeezes his hand and titters nervously. "That's what you mean, right?"

Lips stretching into a smile, the counselor shakes his head with a small laugh. "No."

She pales.

He panics.