[Drabble] Spring Fever
Note: Got a prompt from Kaytla where Inuyasha is to find something endearing about Sesshoumaru but is embarrassed by it. I decided on this, and did it from a different point of view. Hope it makes sense! Enjoy!
Spring Fever
Sesshoumaru felt it building up long before his mind could decline the notion outright. His breath caught, his eyes fluttered and his cheeks flushed.
The great daiyoukai sneezed the next moment.
He shuddered in disgust as he glared at the canopy of his room.
This happened every spring, every time the flora and fauna around the great island started a new cycle of fertility. His symptoms in the beginning months of a new year were the only things that gave warning that spring was on its way, and could be narrowed down to a few tell-tale signs:
Sneezing, rash, fever, nausea.
And the list would only grow until the heat of summer began to set in to the land.
Another fit of sneezing hit him and he buried his red, sensitive nose into the furs of his bed.
By the gods but he felt abysmal.
If that wasn’t enough to sour his mood then it did nothing for his pride that his half-brother would return to the palace this time every year to attend to his sibling’s sickness.
During the three months of spring fever the hanyou would remain relatively silent, never once making any snide remarks about his brother’s one weakness and instead merely blushed softly as he went about every day chores, bringing fresh water, going through land deeds and the like while Sesshoumaru lay in bed.
Usually when the three months were up, and the two awkwardly avoided any good-byes, the hanyou would simply be gone come morning. However, this time, the youkai found Inuyasha standing in his doorway when he woke up on the first day of summer, all symptoms having subsided considerably.
Inuyasha smirked at Sesshoumaru’s weak glare, neither saying a word until a blush stained the half-demon’s cheeks as he turned around to head out, bidding his brother farewell with an absent wave of claws and a well-placed, “See you next year.”
That was the first time the half-demon had ever said anything to him during the many decades that these encounters had occurred. And he highly doubted it’d be the last.
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Spring Fever
Sesshoumaru felt it building up long before his mind could decline the notion outright. His breath caught, his eyes fluttered and his cheeks flushed.
The great daiyoukai sneezed the next moment.
He shuddered in disgust as he glared at the canopy of his room.
This happened every spring, every time the flora and fauna around the great island started a new cycle of fertility. His symptoms in the beginning months of a new year were the only things that gave warning that spring was on its way, and could be narrowed down to a few tell-tale signs:
Sneezing, rash, fever, nausea.
And the list would only grow until the heat of summer began to set in to the land.
Another fit of sneezing hit him and he buried his red, sensitive nose into the furs of his bed.
By the gods but he felt abysmal.
If that wasn’t enough to sour his mood then it did nothing for his pride that his half-brother would return to the palace this time every year to attend to his sibling’s sickness.
During the three months of spring fever the hanyou would remain relatively silent, never once making any snide remarks about his brother’s one weakness and instead merely blushed softly as he went about every day chores, bringing fresh water, going through land deeds and the like while Sesshoumaru lay in bed.
Usually when the three months were up, and the two awkwardly avoided any good-byes, the hanyou would simply be gone come morning. However, this time, the youkai found Inuyasha standing in his doorway when he woke up on the first day of summer, all symptoms having subsided considerably.
Inuyasha smirked at Sesshoumaru’s weak glare, neither saying a word until a blush stained the half-demon’s cheeks as he turned around to head out, bidding his brother farewell with an absent wave of claws and a well-placed, “See you next year.”
That was the first time the half-demon had ever said anything to him during the many decades that these encounters had occurred. And he highly doubted it’d be the last.
Words: 348