Dancing in the dojo, again
Kagome watched as Hiroki twirled on the dance floor, well it was a dojo really, but he just looked so graceful she had always been like this, sword fighting looking like dancing. She loved it, it was almost hypnotic, he was so skilled, amazing, pure brilliance, and he looked majestic and ever so devilishly handsome. She wondered why he was still single after so long, could it be he was gay. He did not have a sparring partner this time, it was just him twirling and thrusting forward and pulling back, it was strangely erotic, Yamazaki had performed for her in this unique way too, and it was like a show, one she thoroughly enjoyed.
How on Earth was he still by himself? Every other day she would stop by here to watch him practise, it must be frustrating not to have anyone at his level to spar with; he needed a hobby, or a woman. She wished he was the one with her mother instead, he was older anyway. He looked to be in his late twenties now as well but age was just a number. She loved these long evenings when Yamazaki was late at work, Haruka was sleeping, and she... she wanted to spend some time with her friend, the wondrously skilled and single cat who gave her away.
He twirled round in a kick and cast a mischievous smile and a wink, and then she knew why.