In Denial

Craving

Summer was filled with psychiatrist sessions, therapy days and more tears. He came to as many sessions as he could and always offered his hand for me to hold. Some days I took it and other days I'd muster enough strength to be fine with him just being there. Some days were easy and I spent those days helping my moms open their new shop to sell their jams, sauces and other baked goods they made. And some days were really difficult, unable to lift my body from the confines of my bed. My moms would try everything as they poked at my sad lump under the quilt I hid under. Even tried to coerce me with my favorite foods and they were tempting but I just couldn't seem to find the energy or gumption to get to my feet. Some of those days were the most annoying because they'd call him to get me out of my bed.

"Inuyasha! Put me down! Why the hell are you so strong?!" I shouted.

"Maybe if you ate more then maybe you'd be heavier. But I don't train not to be able to throw you around, Miroku."

I can't see his face but I know he's smirking. Do you know how embarrassing it is for me, a grown man, to be carried over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes? Making my mother laugh as I hiss at her betrayal. He was supposed to be in Miami, not force-feeding me an orange!

Third year got harder and not just in the labs and coursework but mentally too. I learn to talk to tutors and professors when I need help. I tried not to spend those times alone too often as I learned I could vent my frustrations to Kagura, Sango, and even Kagome. I even got a little closer to Kouga and Hojo oddly enough. We shared an equal fascination for video games and Inuyasha's cooking. I meet Ginta and Hakkaku through Kouga and we get a kick out of watching Kouga attempt to court both of them. Though I know they find everything he does endearing but it's still hilarious to watch them tease him. Especially when he's overwhelmed by the both of them.

Inuyasha and I got closer as well but on a deeper friendlier level. Close enough to meet his parents again, except this time it's not because of a fight or scuffle. Izayoi and Toga were very happy and welcoming to see me when I came to visit during the summer. On some of my darker days, I invaded his space to either talk about nothing and everything or just to be next to each other. He still stared at me with the same soft smile but he wasn't as touchy. And honestly, I'd be lying if I didn't say I missed it. It didn't help that we all joined the gym. Sure, exercise was great for mental and physical health but you try remembering reps with that bastard lifting maybe twice or three times your body weight with ease. I mean, I already knew that he could lift me and definitely throw me around but when that's all the material you have other than your memories, you'd feel my pain too. Now I was the one finding excuses to touch him and honestly, it's becoming a little frustrating.

We caved one night. Someone wanted an excuse to hold a party but it had chill vibes. The other students either were playing games on someone's console they brought with an audience or others were drinking, smoking and talking in different circles around the host house.

Bankotsu had shown his face and I had to make Inuyasha promise me not to cause a scene when the other man entered the premises. I was sitting outside in one of the patio chairs, trying to keep an eye on the two men while Bankotsu entertained a group with his ridiculous stories and terrible comedy but I couldn't concentrate on any of it. Too busy trying not to laugh too loud at the faces Inuyasha made, mocking whatever the other man said while he sat leaning back on the flight of stairs overlooking the lawn behind the group. I'll blame it on the half a blunt i smoking and my alcoholic beverage I'm drinking for making me extra giggly and finding Inuyasha scowling face hilarious.

I took my giggling self to sit close to him on the stairs. He gave me an annoyed look and huffed, his eyes shifting towards the other man and then back to me with a raised brow. I shrugged and shook my head as another fit of giggles erupted, finding our wordless conversation hilarious.