Hawks

Late in the evening, you were sitting doing your homework; it was already 12:30 AM. All that was left was biology—a summary about why you shouldn't approach stray animals. You tried to cram everything you knew into it, because you loved cats and dogs.

In the morning, everyone took turns answering in class, and it was your turn. You went to the board... and started hiccupping.

"S-street cats... yuk... it's better not to... yuk... go near them... because... yuk..." came from the back of the classroom

"What, are you drunk or something?" - it was Hawks.

The class laughed, the teacher sent you to retake the test, and the day was ruined.

In the evening, you were sitting at home doing your homework again when Hawks started calling you. You ignored him for a long time, but he called again and again, and you finally answered.

• What's wrong, are you offended or something? I've been wiping my snot on my sleeve all day... I'm even feeling guilty about it.

-I will never believe that you have feelings.

• Don't pout... If you're so smart, take a closer look to see if my scratches are dangerous. I was just petting the cat.

He sent a photo. It showed his bare back, his jacket slipped down to his forearms, which didn't have a single scratch on them. You knew he had three big dogs at home.

"ae…" He chuckled when he heard you fall silent.