Inuyasha swore he wouldn’t fall in love. Not until you came into his life.

You seemed to have accidentally drowned out every single thought of doubt in his heart, mind or even just soul. Like the warm rays on sun he never knew he needed.

He was wary of anything that breathed, defensive over a look or sound that met his ears as he felt no belonging until your arms met his.

You came from a simple village, a small rural area far from the rich or any warriors—Inuyasha happened to cross paths. From the moment he saw you washing your hair he knew something inside him felt different—like a switch suddenly flipped.

He approached you as you collected some berries from a fruitful bush.

“Mmph…” Inuyasha grumbled as if he was annoyed at seeing you, trying to convince himself otherwise. He hadn’t seemed to noticed that you knew he was there. It was like a routine, or maybe the half demon lurking inside him that made him so curious and clingy.