Black combat boots slammed into the edges of his chair. Inuyasha didn’t have to look up, or even scent the air, to know who they belonged to.
He took his time to look up from his notebook, clutching at the flimsy thing as if it would protect him from the inevitable. Kagome’s widening grin had his claws puncturing through the notebook’s spine.
“You free after school today?” she asked, entirely too close for comfort.
This was the third time she’s asked in two weeks. The first time he had assumed was a mistake and he had just left the premises without answering, ears twitching. The second time, he managed to stutter an excuse before escaping her laughing brown eyes. This interest, or whatever it was, was honestly nothing short of bewildering and bordering on horrifying- mostly because this girl had no sense of personal space- but also because this was Kagome fucking Higurashi.
People like Kagome didn’t talk to people like him.
“Huh?” the hanyou muttered intelligently, trying to keep his breaths as shallow as possible.
Kagome’s smile grew impossibly wider. “C’mon those cute ears of yours can’t just be for show.”
Inuyasha tried valiantly to stop blushing, but no amount of eye avoidance and ear twitching halted the inevitable flush of embarrassment. Was this bitch crazy? No one thought his ears were cute. If anything, they just served as a reminder as to how much of an outsider he was. His “protective” hat and sunglasses were probably the only reason some humans in this miserable school dared to look at him.
Which is why he started so violently when he felt a touch on his glasses. He had his clawed hand wrapped around her wrist before he even realized it, and he stopped breathing, tensed for the scream.
When it never came, he chanced a glance at the unmoving girl, who seemed to be actually studying the claws on his hand with an offhand curiosity. Kagome looked up at him after a moment, and he heard her startled gasp as she met his eyes.
What the fuck was happening? Did this bitch have a delayed fear reaction or something?
“You,” she breathed, “should really stop wearing your sunglasses.”
His mind was past trying to understand how this bitch’s brain functioned. He just wanted her out of his space before his body, running high on adrenaline and nerves, did something irreversibly stupid.
She hummed noncommittally, the glasses already halfway off his face before he realized she was sauntering away with them.
“If you like them so much, I’ll give them back to you after school, okay?”
“I’ll see you later!” She waved jauntily at him as she walked back in the direction of the classrooms. He ignored the stares of the other students, still trying not to breathe in the lingering remnants of her ridiculously potent scent.