drabble: well, this is new
First Signs | Pink (au!mirsan)
“What you mean, you aren’t dating?”
In which Sango and Miroku have been friends since they were kids and everyone thinks they’re a couple.
A/N: Ah, this is my contribution for day one of Mirsan Week! I haven’t written in a while so excuse me for being rusty. Also, warning - Sango has a potty mouth and I love it.
Sango and Miroku have known each other ever since they were five and six, when Miroku called her chubby cheeks cute and she sat on his chest and made him eat a handful of dirt. They went to the same schools, their families were quite attached, and they had been through thick and thin together - first loves (Miroku had fallen for their fifteen year old babysitter when he was ten), first breakups (Miroku offered to beat up the boy who had broken Sango’s heart just to make her smile through her tears), first booze (that night when they snuck out to Sango’s garage and shared Miroku’s uncle last beer); so, of course, it was only natural they’d spent a lot of time together.
Even though they had been used to being just the two of them for a while (Sango’s brother, Kohaku, didn’t really count, since he was a lot younger and wasn’t allowed outside past 10pm), when they got into college, both attending the same school, their little social circle had expanded - Kagome, Sango’s roommate and female bestie, as Miroku so kindly put it, had nudged her way into their lives with her gorgeous smile and her chocolate chip cookies, and along with Kagome came her grumpy (but big hearted) boyfriend, Inuyasha. Soon, they were all hanging out together, with game nights, pizza parlors fridays and constant teasing.