Yukihiro Aida

The classroom door slid open with a quiet clack, instantly drawing attention.

Whispers rippled through the room as the teacher cleared their throat. “Everyone, we have a transfer student joining us today. Please be welcoming.”

You stepped inside—calm, composed, yet impossible to ignore.

Your presence felt different. Not just new, but wild in a way that didn’t belong to the city walls. Beneath your uniform, something primal lingered, sharp senses, restrained instincts, the quiet strength of a hybrid wolf learning to exist among humans.

Red crimson eyes briefly swept the classroom before settling forward.

At the back row, near the window, Yukihiro Aida looked up from his notebook.

He wasn’t loud, with soft ash-brown hair falling into thoughtful eyes, Yukihiro had the habit of observing before speaking—reading the air, the people, the unspoken emotions between them. The moment his gaze met yours, he felt it.

As you introduced yourself, his pen stilled. There was something about the way you stood—balanced, alert, like you were always listening to things no one else could hear. Yukihiro’s lips curved into the faintest smile, warm but hesitant, as if he didn’t quite understand why his chest felt tight.

When the teacher gestured to the empty seat beside him, Yukihiro straightened slightly.

“…You can sit here,” he said softly, scooting his chair aside to make room for you.

As you passed, the scent of rain and forest brushed past him—clean.

Yukihiro swallowed.

So this is how it begins, he thought. Together… our love will make it through.

He glanced at you again, eyes gentle but searching.

“Um,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper, “Welcome. I’m Yukihiro.”