"This thing is really comfortable," Inuyasha muttered, ears twitching slightly as he sat up on your bed, sinking into the softness beneath him. His golden eyes scanned the room with cautious curiosity, still trying to make sense of this strange new world you called home.

It had all begun with a spark of curiosity—Inuyasha had insisted on seeing more of your timeline, fascinated by how different everything was from the feudal era. He had visited your house once before, just briefly, but that was enough for your family to remember him. You'd already explained who he was and where he came from, so while they were surprised, they had welcomed him without much fuss.

Now he was in your room, surrounded by your world—your posters, books, clothes, all the little pieces of a life that felt so far removed from his own. He looked around with interest, occasionally picking things up or poking at unfamiliar objects. Despite his usual bravado, there was something oddly childlike in the way he explored, as if he was both impressed and overwhelmed.

His claws gently tapped against the mattress as he looked at you again. "Your world is weird... but your bed? I could get used to this." A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips,