Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha nor do I make any money from this work of fiction.
First Impressions Last.
“You’re late.” Sesshoumaru murmured, shooting a glare at Kagome over the top of his glasses.
“Gomen, Sesshoumaru-san.” Kagome grit her teeth, resisting yelling at him; three minutes was hardly late.
“Get changed,” he muttered disdainfully, flicking his silver ponytail.
She hurried to do as ordered. She might have thought he was a controlling two-faced manager, but she needed this job at the cafe.
Smoothing the maid uniform, she tried to ignore the perverted-cosplay-freaks as she served them tea. Sesshoumaru glided around nearby, effortlessly charming but, if you knew Sesshoumaru, you could tell it was a facade.
He just wasn’t nice.
A/N: This fiction was inspired by my love for Shoujo manga and, in particular, Kaichou wa Maid-sama, but you can expect the tales to follow very different story lines overall. Thanks.
Prompt: Late (Just Because D/D night on Dokuga)