She couldn't have said what she expected him to look like, but the off-coloured tie and rolled-up sleeves were not it. He'd always looked picture-perfect in his silk and armour, fur wrapped around one shoulder like his sword wasn't about to draw blood.
How he'd always remained stain-free was beyond her. Inuyasha had been gifted his fire rat, which helped keep the blood hidden when he was injured. Her stomach rolled each time it happened, especially since he could handle pain a lot more than humans, so anytime he was hurt, she always knew it was worse than he let on.
Not Sesshoumaru.
She couldn't even remember a time when he'd been injured. Tessaiga had landed a hit more than once, but he never stuck around long enough to be viewed as anything less than the warrior he was.
And now they worked at the same office. Of all the possible careers he could've had, why did it have to be in editing?
Kagome had never realized how quickly she could read in high school. There had never been enough time to sit down and enjoy a book, as her study sessions were always rushed in favour of spending more time hunting for shards. So when she'd finished her exams in record time, her English teacher had broached the question about her going into a field centred around books.
It hadn't been something she considered before—who would even think to make money off reading?—but she was able to down manuscripts at a record pace, leaving her more time for the necessary notes and feedback. And the company that had hired her specialized in various genres so she never knew what kind of story she'd be reading next.
She never knew she'd end up with a daiyoukai as a colleague, either.
He'd been in the non-fiction department, initially brought on as a historical consultant while teaching university courses. But after a second branch had opened in Chiba, there'd been a slew of new positions, and Kagome had stared in shock as he was introduced to her team.