The miko was late.

He'd stopped referring to her as such for a while, but agitation brought back old habits, and Sesshoumaru was worried.

He checked his phone again. The last message she'd sent had been a few minutes before the start of her shift, but it should've ended hours ago, and she had yet to respond to the subsequent fifteen he'd sent since then.

Granted, some of them had been during her shift when he knew she wouldn't be able to respond, as was their custom routine, but there weren't even emoji reactions to the photographs he had sent, which was very unlike her.

Doing one final round of the café, knowing everything would be in the same place he'd left it five minutes ago, he prepared to lock the front doors. Perhaps she had forgotten to charge her phone—

The door opened, pulling his gaze away from his device, eyes widening at Kagome's dishevelled appeared and withdrawn features.

"It was a bad day." Her face crumpled, her body doing the same as he reached for her, keeping her from slumping to the floor.