Wintergreen
After a long, awkward pause Miroku turned his gaze to the young woman across from him once more. She was staring intently at her book, brows furrowed, brown eyes moving quickly over the words on the page. She held the book up on the table, the green cover titled in his direction.
A History of Japan.
He sighed; Miroku was never one for uncomfortable silences. Violet orbs glanced up at her again, she offered him no response.
"So… are you interested in History Kagome-san?" he inquired, curiously.
She shrugged. "I suppose you could say that."
He raised a questioning eyebrow, "What kind of history?"
Ours.
