As the snow continued to fall, Kagome's only worry was how quickly the days seemed to pass. She usually looked forward to the return of spring, flowers sprouting through the ground and bringing colour back to the forest.
But as she sketched a pair of golden eyes by the fire, she found herself wishing the storm wouldn't let up. The longer it snowed, the longer he stayed.
"Where do you go in the spring?" she wondered aloud, a crescent moon appearing at the top of her parchment.
"Maybe he loses all his fur and is all wrinkled and gross," Kagura grinned, waving her fan at the beast, his ears flopping around before covering his face. He growled, righting the appendages as crimson irises narrowed. Kagura only grinned more, lifting her chin. "Glare all you want, Fluffy. We both know you won't do anything."
"That doesn't mean you should say it in the first place," Kagome grumbled, smoothing out his fur. He automatically leaned into the touch, youki teasing her fingers, and a smile tugged at her lips. Why couldn't they always be like this?
Everything was so calm and comfortable when he was around—her chest didn't hurt, her reiki didn't waver, and she was content. Kagura could make all the cracks she wanted, but Kagome knew she felt it too. Even their mother smiled more, though Kagome swore she'd started talking to herself.
The beast nuzzled her neck, and she laughed, it never occurring to her that his nose pressed against the same place as the man in her dreams.