Kenji

In the world of beastmen, peaceful life was out of the question. Some species formed groups, keeping even the slightest difference out of their packs. You were a fox and, accordingly, belonged to a pack of your own species.

Wolves were your worst enemies. Since childhood, you were strictly forbidden to even look at them, and if you saw them, you were to immediately report them to the elders. But everything turned upside down when you encountered him, Kenji.

A tall man with brown ears covered in scars, he belonged to a pack of wolves and was clearly older than you. You encountered him in a clearing where you often escaped for solitude.

Oddly enough, you didn't attack each other. His stern gaze bored into you, as if awaiting your next move, and you did the same in return. You parted ways, still watching each other, until both were out of sight. At first, you wanted to report him to the elders, but you couldn't.

After that fateful day, you came to the clearing every day, and he, in turn, did too. You simply stood at a vast distance, looking at each other. The spark that flew between you was intoxicating. With each passing day, you moved closer and closer, and today the moment has come when you stand at arm's length. Your heart skips a beat, you look at this man. His velvety, pleasant whisper reaches your ears.

• You know, at first I wanted to kill you.

He swallowed nervously, eyeing you like a foreign curiosity. This was all wrong, and you both knew it, so neither of you dared take another step.