Sesshoumaru did not usually concern himself with the musings of his fellow classmates. Especially not the more rowdy and skirt-chasing ones. Stepping out from the martial arts gym and flexing his slightly sore fingers- having struck an opponent in karate class a tad awkwardly, accidentally sending them to the hospital with a fractured clavicle- he stifled a sigh. Father had told him he needed to learn restraint. It felt somewhat difficult to hold himself back, though. There were so few humans who could keep up with him.
Crossing through the empty school courtyard, he paused as a whistle blew.
A small crowd of students had assembled by the track field, cheering as their classmates ran at full speed, urged on by the noise.
Ah, that's right. Tryouts were today.
Not that it was any of his business, of course. But…
Sesshoumaru shouldered his bag, silently making his way over, wandering up the aisle of the bleachers and taking a seat.
Blue eyes immediately found him. A young woman grinned, giving him a wave.
Sesshoumaru inclined his head. It wasn't just tryouts for the track team today- the cheerleaders were also hard at work.
Kagome bounced on the spot, obviously a tad nervous. She was only taking part because her friends had insisted she'd fit the role they needed perfectly; though she already had her hands full with archery and swimming class after school.
Her skirts swished with every movement, falling enticingly around her thighs.
Sesshoumaru's brow twitched, and he exhaled slowly.
"You see Higurashi trying out for the cheerleaders?" came a loud voice.
"Yeah, that uniform looks really damn good on her."
Cold brown eyes narrowed. Sesshoumaru casually tipped his head to glance behind him.
He noticed a few notoriously rowdy and skirt-chasing boys in the crowd, sitting at the far back of the bleachers.
"Ya think if they toss her up high enough we'll see something good?"
"Idiot, you never watched them before? They practically wear bike shorts underneath those skirts to cover up the good stuff."
"That's no fun."
"Well we do get to see their tits jiggle."
Heat crept up Sesshoumaru's neck, blood starting to pump much too quickly through his system. Calm yourself, he exhaled a hot breath, hands curling into fists. Discipline. Control. He need not concern himself with their idiotic musings...
Behind the placid veil of his human glamour, sharp fangs ached.
By now Kagome had caught onto the fact that she had an audience. Tryouts were intimidating enough without high school boys gawking at her and making remarks. She winced, stepping up for her turn and readying herself to perform. Kicking up a toned leg, she began moving, twisting about her athletic body.
Sesshoumaru watched with rapt attention, muscles tensing every time she landed a jump. She'd progressed well. Worked hard.
"She's so damn cute," one of the boys sighed.
"Heh, she may be all lollipops and candy bars, but I bet behind closed doors she's handcuffs and gags."
"Fuck, look at them bounce," the pervert from before whooped. "I don't think she's wearing a sports bra!"
Kagome missed a step, stumbling. She then continued on as though nothing had happened, but her face had turned red, embarrassed.
And that was unacceptable.
Sesshoumaru rose from his seat, calmly vacating it and wandering leisurely down the steps. Kagome luckily enough was too distracted to notice as he looped around the back of the bleachers. Rising into the air unseen, Sesshoumaru flexed sharp claws, targeting a few central beams. Acid sprayed forth from his nails, eating into the wood beneath the loud student's seats. He then drifted away- managing to touch down and watch Kagome finish up her set- just as the wood gave way beneath the boys. They let out high-pitched noises, plummeting through a sizable gap.
Whether they were seriously injured or not, Sesshoumaru did not know nor care. He joined Kagome by her backpack, offering a bottle of water as she caught her breath.
"Thanks," she panted, taking a long drink and wiping at a sweaty brow. "What happened over there?" blue eyes glanced over to the commotion in the stands.
He lifted a shoulder, lips curving. "Who can say?"
Kagome smiled, lowering her voice, "you're not supposed to do that stuff at school, Sesshoumaru."
"Hn, there were no witnesses to dispose of. I think it was worth it," he uttered, gaze sliding over her form. "You did...acceptable."
Kagome grinned, "thanks! Practicing so much really paid off. I owe you for all your help preparing," she said, looping her arm through his and leaning up on tip-toe, kissing his striped cheek that appeared as smooth, pale skin to everyone else.
Long lashes lowered slightly, brown eyes warming, briefly appearing golden.
"Let's go find Inuyasha," she said, immediately souring his good mood. Sesshoumaru tipped his head back and groaned as Kagome tugged him to start walking, leading him forward. "Don't give me that- he was excited to run today. And that's notable! He never shows enthusiasm for anything! We should cheer him on."
"As his best friend- you may cheer him on. I will watch and silently judge him."
"Big bully," she muttered, leading the concealed demon around some groups of friends lingering on the field.
"...I really should've worn a sports bra," the words came, mumbled.
Sesshoumaru glanced at her, lips thinning. "You heard them?"
"Well yeah, they were loud enough," Kagome sighed. "I couldn't find mine today. Did I...look bad?"
"Do not concern yourself with the opinions of mere boys."
"I'm not asking them, I'm asking you," she looked at him, trusting him not to lie.
Sesshoumaru hummed, shifting his arm free from her grip and sliding it around a slim waist instead. He ducked in close, wicked lips brushing her ear.
"The sight was not displeasing for me. As for everyone else, I doubt they noticed. Only those paying your chest a significant amount of attention would know."
"And are you to be counted amongst those paying a significant amount of attention?"
"Naturally. But we are dating. I am thus allowed."
"Of course," Kagome grinned, bumping hips with him. Her cheeks turned an attractive shade of red once more, leaning in close just as he inhaled the bewitching scent of concealed reiki fanning from her skin. "Do you wanna...fool around later?" she asked in a hushed, mischievous tone. "My family is going out for dinner if you wanna come over."
His blank expression morphed into one of dark satisfaction. "Do you require me to bring the handcuffs?"
"No," she hummed, waving it off. "I'm pretty sure I've got a spare set under my bed. I'll text you later, don't be late, okay?"
He flashed a sharp-toothed smile, long dark hair glinting silver for a moment under the hot glare of the sun. "I would not miss it for the world, miko."
End