#feudals

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@feudals asked: she's peeking in... 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 kagome isn't quite sure how to approach her casually, so she waits to be addressed.

Sensing   she's   being   watched,   the   mage   lowers   her   grimoire   and   turns   slightly   to   peer   over   her   shoulder.   Foresty   greens   intertwine   with   eyes   the   color   of   earth. 

 ".........Oh.   Have   you   already   claimed   this   place   as   your   camp?"   head   tilts   slightly.   "if   so   ...I   didn't   mean   to   intrude."

i kiss u back, i kiss u back, i kiss u back!

kagome's school life was usually quiet— predictable and comfortable. although she stood out, her presence and the way she carried herself often made her unapproachable, almost ethereal. when someone confessed to her, she always handles it the same: politely, with a firm no, and a smile that leaves no room for bitterness. most people get the hint. but not this one. no, not by a long shot. kagome didn't even get a chance to walk away before she heard heavy, hurried footsteps coming after her— frustrated, desperate. she didn't even have time to turn around before her most recent confession's voice snapped in the air: "is it because of that white haired freak you're always around?!" the words hit her like a slap, completely stopping her in her tracks. she was trying to remain calm— did he really just say that? he could only mean one person... her fingers clench around the strap of her school bag, her eyes beginning to sting with the accusation. this was more than just petty jealousy from that boy— it's vicious mockery. with a steadying breath, she whips around quickly, startling a few passing students who were unlucky enough to get in her way. "who are you calling a freak?!" she snapped, finger jabbing into the boys chest, fire blazing in her eyed. her voice, usually soft & sweet, was now sharp and unforgiving. the hallway buzzed around them, hushed whispers and heads turning. kagome didn't see or hear any of it, just the blood pumping in her ears and her heart pounding wildly, along with one word painfully echoing— freak. "he's a freak 'cuz he's cuter than you? 'cuz i like spending more time with him? what gives you the right to call him that?!" each word is like a verbal shove, leaving little to no room for rebuttal. her anger was protective— she wouldn't let him be slandered. not while she was around. "i like hanging around him because he's kind! maybe i spend so much time with him because he's not a jerk, like you. if i ever hear you insult him again— " her voice gets low, almost scarily quiet. "— you'll be sorry. got it?"

The lion does not concern himself with the opinion of sheep - or so Satoru tells himself and Kagome, though he’s not sure that he’s convinced Kagome of that if there are times when she regards him with that ever adorable embarrassment, akin to a younger sister who’s tired of being doted on by her annoying older brother in front of her friends. 

He’s formed a routine of meeting Kagome outside of her school when they dismiss their students (it’s easy since his own school has a pretty irregular schedule as is), and he’s aware of the looks that he gets from her classmates. Some are admiring (from a good number of girls and guys alike), some are dirty (mostly from guys). Either way, he preens in the face of popularity, keeping up an easy grin to those bold enough to keep staring, and those even bolder to approach him. 

One day he’s running a little late after a training session, which troubles him since he prides himself in his timeliness, and he’s running as fast as his long legs can carry him to meet Kagome at their usual spot. 

However, he’s given pause when he sees Kagome with a boy. 

She is a pretty girl, so it’s natural that she catches someone’s eye around here. He keeps his distance from behind the gate to save her the embarrassment, in case this is some grand confession in the making (as much as he dotes on her, he does allow her to have her own life, thanks.), though his brows furrow when he realizes that the exchange isn’t as amicable as he assumed. 

The boy’s… yelling at her? Satoru gears up to break up the exchange, but Kagome has it handled, swivelling around to give the boy a piece of her mind.

As lashing after lashing flows from her mouth, Satoru’s touched, and he’s not sure where it's coming from. 

He knows he's a freak - that his white hair and shades make him look like one of the three blind mice (he's heard it all) – but he wears confidence like a second skin. Opinion of sheep, and all. But… it’s nice to have someone looking out for you. It’s nice to feel truly cared for. 

As the boy ambles away, muttering obscenities under his breath, Satoru pretends to have just arrived near the end of the exchange, throwing an arm around Kagome’s shoulders. 

‘    kagome - chan!    ’    she sidles up to her,   making sure their shoulders brush upon her approach.    she slips her hand into kagome’s,   giving a single,   brief squeeze.    ‘    miss me? ’

kagome and mori? :]

A completed bingo card is offered, but it is not the first thing Mori notices upon retrieval. He observes calloused hands; in them, recognizing a kindred spirit. There is strength in her stance, a warmth that radiates from beautiful brown eyes. It hardly took a silly game ( all credit for the event going to the host club's king ) to determine if the stranger is his type. There's no "if " about it.

She had gotten multiple bingos, which meant a reward was in order. Given he may never see this fine woman again, the host would use any excuse to reward her. And so, Mori takes one of her lovely, calloused hands, and leans down to delicately touch his lips to her knuckles. Eye lids flutter shut for an instant, basking in the fleeting touch. As the kiss ends, dark eyes linger on hers, if only to memorize the shade of them. While he hopes this meeting will not be their last, if it must be, he shall always remember how they shined in that moment.