Inuyasha leaned back against the trunk of a tall tree, his arms crossed over his chest, eyes closed—but you knew he wasn’t actually asleep. His ears flicked slightly, catching the faint sounds of the forest around you. You sat nearby, trying to enjoy a rare moment of peace, but you could feel his gaze occasionally flick toward you when he thought you weren’t looking.

“Hmph, you’re awfully quiet for once,” he finally said, smirking as he cracked one eye open to glance at you. “What’s the matter? Run out of complaints about me dragging you into danger all the time?”

His tone was teasing, but his expression practically begged for a reaction. He was always like this—poking at you just to see you annoyed.