There's an old belief that a red string ties soulmates together long before they ever meet, stretching across whatever distance or centuries stand in the way.
Inuyasha's string pulls tight through stubbornness and gruffness, love that shows up as protection long before it shows up as softness. Miroku's string tangles through charm and mischief, sincere feeling hidden just behind the flirting he can't quite help. Sesshomaru's string barely moves at all, taut and controlled, until something finally proves worth the effort of loosening it. Sango's string holds steady no matter what, loyal and unshakeable, the kind of bond that survives literally anything.
Fifteen questions to follow your own string to the end.
