#beastarsxreader

intro

It’s a bit strange, isn’t it? A rabbit hanging out in a canine dorm. Canines are among the most vicious predators: be they wolves or dogs, their teeth are all the same.

That’s the sort of talk that goes around in the rabbit dorms, and quite possibly in the other, herbivore dorm rooms, too. There’s a sort of conditional trust that exists between dogs and herbivores: an understanding that dogs are “better” canines, and safer.

And yet, even dogs are just ‘safer’, and not simply ‘safe’.

But you’ve seen herbivores behave just as viciously as any predator. Rabbits like Mizuki, and that one girl who hides herself away in the gardening club doing whatever boys ask of her. They’re both vicious, albeit in different ways.

And if those two, despite their shortcomings, can be considered ‘safe’, then surely, the other students of Cherryton are ‘safe’, too. It’s a bit of a leap in logic, but it motivates you, anyway.

There’s nothing wrong with making more friends.

meeting them

Legoshi

Meeting Legoshi is as easy as joining the drama club.

Unfortunately, the drama club is invitation-only: rumour is that they seek out ‘unique’ students.

You don’t fit that bill, so you settle for ‘accidentally’ running into Legoshi after drama club ends for the day.

It’s just your luck that he’s too self-doubting to even consider the idea of you going out of your way to meet him.

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Jack

Jack is extremely studious, and is usually found in secluded places like the school library or on one of the pastures by the cliffs.

You were worried about approaching him — you’ve only spoken to him in fleeting moments during classes; to ask for a pen or an empty page from his notebook — but your worries were for nothing.

He’s a model student in all ways; not as awkward as the other boys in room 701, but every bit as earnest and sincere.

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Collot

You pictured Collot at first as the shy, refined type, but when you go out of your way to find him, he’s surrounded by two or three other girls, each hanging onto his word.

You can’t even tell what he thinks of all the attention because his fur covers his eyes.

It takes you a long while, but you manage to find Collot at a time where he isn’t surrounded by a flock of girls: he makes late-night visits to the school tuck shop to buy some sort of plant-based jerky.

Unlike your run-ins with Jack and Legoshi, you truly weren’t seeking Collot out when you bumped into him.

Collot vaguely remembers your face (he can’t recall from where, but you don’t expect him to), and you get his cell number.

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Durham

He trips over his own feet and winds up landing on you.

The textbook you were carrying back to your dorm — the one that you stuffed full of all the handouts from class — goes flying, and the papers scatter through the hallway.

To his credit, Durham immediately helps you pick everything up. Maybe it’s guilt, or maybe it’s because he didn’t have anything better to do, but he offers to carry the textbook in your stead.

On the walk back to the rabbit dorms, you make small talk. For as clumsy as Durham appeared to be, it’s clear that he really did feel bad for bumping into you.

Many others would have apologised and moved on with their day. Some wouldn’t have even done that.

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Miguno

You were able to meet Miguno thanks to a friend-of-a-friend who remembered seeing Miguno play at some school event or the other.

It’s much to go off of, but you go searching for him, anyway. You try all the areas that the band kids frequent but to no result.

But then you find (or rather, hear) him practising his guitar up on the roof of the canine dorms.

It’s easy to befriend him, and even easier for you to listen to his playing. He honestly isn’t half-bad.

It makes you wonder why he isn’t in the school band if he’s so skilled.

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Voss

He goes wherever his roommates go, and that makes it extremely frustrating to talk to him alone.

He’s … extremely vulgar for someone so small, and his swearing rubs off on you a little more than it should.

relationship headcanons

Legoshi

Your relationship with Legoshi is ... frustrating. He always worries about hurting you, and he has a tendency to ignore the fact that you chose to be in a relationship with him, too.

You need to get used to being the assertive one; heaven knows that Legoshi will overhink everything he possibly can. But he's trying, and this is new for the both of you.

You don't really know if your relationship with him will be just a highschool fling or something more, and it could just be the hormones talking, but you hope it's the latter.

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Jack

Jack is a model student, but there are days when he goes into these depressive episodes. He’s insecure about a lot of things. From what he tells you, the pressure placed on dogs is immense. And that's not even including how everything he does will he contributed to his species.

On his really bad days, you have to force him to focus on something else. You'd love to ease his worries completely, but you don't know how. You hope that helping Jack focus on other things — the books he loves, the fond memories he has of his family — is enough.

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Collot

Collot is extremely easy to hang out with. He never truly fusses about anything, and sometimes, you worry about him stifling himself for you.

Because he's so laid-back, Collot sometimes forgets that others aren't as lackadaisical as he is. It's not so much a character flaw as it is a character trait, but it takes some getting used to.

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Durham

The girls in your dorms think that Durham is sizing you up to eat you, at first. He spends a lot of his time with you.

It's too the point that it almost becomes suffocating. Durham isn't clingy — more like he's still feeling you, and this relationship out.

Time will tell how you both handle the other.

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Miguno

Miguno practices with his band extremely often, which makes it especially difficult to find time to meet up. Even when you two do manage to meet, your conversations are dominated by ‘The Leftovers’ and the new songs they're writing.

It’s easy to be supportive and listen along, but it's hard not to drive yourself miserable doing so.

‘Everything in moderation’ may very well be the motto for your relationship.

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Voss

No one ever talks about how difficult it is to accomodate short animals. Even though the shops outside Cherryton claim to be fully accessible... well, they aren't. Not completely.

There's no smaller utensils at the cafés you and Voss want to go out to. Walking anywhere is a nightmare — Voss tires quickly because of his short legs — and heaven forbid someone steps on him.

It takes some getting used to.

fluffy, soft fur

Legoshi

Your fur is extremely soft, and honestly? It completely fascinates Legoshi.

The texture itself is not new, but the softness of it is.

Some days you catch him staring at you, only to realise that he’s really just staring at your fur.

That’s another thing: he never so much as strokes your fur without your permission. Even if you’re sitting close together, he keeps a respectful distance.

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Jack

It’s a sudden request: “Can I touch you?”

Maybe Jack realises how his request sounds when it’s phrased like that, because he makes the low whine he does when he’s embarrassed. He meant to ask to touch your fur, he clarifies later, when he's less embarrassed.

You don’t even know where the request come from, but you don’t mind it much at all. It was going to come up sooner or later: your species is known for having soft, fluffy fur. You take a certain amount of pride in the way it grows.

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Collot

You know that angels exist because Collot exists.

His fur-care tips? An absolute godsend.

The difference in texture between your fur and his own is notable, but Collot manages to find ways to help you maintain your fur more effectively.

If you ever thought about cutting your fur, Collot would support you all the way — he knows better than anyone how bothersome long fur can be.

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Durham

Seeing your fur low-key makes Durham feel bad about his own fur — his is short, and not nearly as well-cared for.

You honestly don't know much about furcare besides what you’ve needed to know for yourself, so the two of you bond over helping Durham grow out his fur.

(And maybe doing so gives him the opportunity to feel just how soft your fur is.)

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Miguno

He doesn't realise just how soft to the touch your fur is until he touches it for himself.

The fluff reminds him of the sheep and alpaca students on campus — he's never felt confident enough to ask to touch their fur.

Call it wish fulfilment or call it a fixation, but Miguno can't resist your fur.

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Voss

Voss uses its softness as both a pillow and a blanket. Whenever he moves, the fur is flattened where he laid, and while you have to fluff it back into its usual shape after, you really don’t mind.

Yafya doesn’t like being in relationships, so when he finally settles down with you? A carnivore? He trusts you with his life

He’d never allow you to go on patrol with him, but he does teach you self defense. He also loves training with you.

Snow leopards have those beautiful, long, expressive tails. Yafya can’t help but pet it when you give him an opportunity

Likes snuggling with you, though he hates to admit it

As a feline, you’re probably independent, and that takes a lot of pressure off Yafya, who is frequently busy. He doesn’t feel like he’s abandoning you when a mission runs long. 

Dating a carnivore himself? Yafya starts feeling guilty about his garden, his prior actions, and makes a silent vow to make it up somehow. He’s probably going to start donating more to charity, and investing in schools that have both herbivores and carnivores in them. 

Overworks himself, a lot. So it actually really helps that he has a feline partner. Felines are really good at inserting themselves into situations. It wouldn’t be unusually for you to scoot close to Yafya, and eventually cause him to go to bed at a semi-reasonable hour. 

Yafya is also a lot less likely to take missions back to back, he wants to spend a small bit of time with you. Legoshi and Louis can handle the small ones, right?

General Headcanons

It's very tempting for prospective partners to take on a nurturing, maternal or even an almost therapist-like role in their relationship with Melon.

Those past partners became so embroiled in their fantasies that they failed to remember one important fact: that you cannot “fix” Melon.

More importantly: Melon does not want to be fixed. He doesn't regret his actions, either, and, given the opportunity, he would likely have things play out the same way.

But this is a reality Melon’s s/o is well aware of.

Borders in Communication

Communicating with Melon is like communicating to an alien; although Melon comes off as suave and charismatic, his social skills are very, terribly underdeveloped.

(It is no fault of his.)

Melon learnt to communicate by studying the way herbivores communicate with each other — Melon’s entire style of communication (at least when he is actively trying to be non-threatening) can be described as “see? I’m perfectly harmless”.

That may be fine for one-off talks with co-workers or people on the street, but it is uncanny.

Melon’s attempt at masking his poor social skills comes off as endearing at best, and disturbing at the absolute worst.

But over time, Melon stops masking around his s/o.

He convinces himself that he stops because he can't be bothered to keep up the façade, but really, it's because he doesn't want to make his s/o too uncomfortable.

Melon’s s/o is very big on hugs, and other, physical displays of affection. At first, they may not be able to understand why Melon doesn't appear to reciprocate their feelings.

If left unchecked, ot may even lead to resentment.

But, an honest conversation helps. (Honest conversations are a common thing in this relationship — they're almsot required when dealing with Melon)

Small Affections

Melon's s/o is wary of being 'too' affectionate; if they are, Melon tends to misconstrue it as mockery or something else negative.

It sounds paradoxical, but the smaller the displays of affection, the more likely it is that Melon will accept them.

So, Melon's s/o is forced to start small: first with light touches (not petting -- petting Melon makes him feel like an animal), and then working slowly up to holding hands in private.

Melon's s/o knows their attempts are successful when Melon begins doing it without prompting.

In what appears to be another paradoxical trait: Melon is very affectionate in public, but considerably more reserved in private. This links back to the 'masking' mentioned earlier -- herbivores are stereotyped as being more affectionate + family-oriented, so those are the traits Melon tries to embody when in public with his s/o.

As Melon becomes more comfortable with his leopard side, he gradually decreases the affection he shows publicly -- while increasing the affection he shows to his s/o privately.

Melon's s/o has to be patient with him -- a difficult task, but one they undertake sincerely.

Adventures in Cooking

Melon's s/o doesn't understand what Melon means when he says all food tastes like sand to him.

S/O takes that to mean that their cooking is tasteless, and spends an embarrassingly long time reading cooking books and crawling related forums for help.

General Headcanons

You have to learn to snuggle with Free on his own terms.

Free has to learn that there's a time and place for everything: you probably don't want to snuggle while you're hyperfocusing on work, but you'd be more appreciative if you were winding down for the day.

When it comes to the act of cuddling itself, Free tends to favour positions that either allow him to wrap his arms around you, or that let you rest against him.

The main takeaway is that Free is very physical. He doesn't consider it 'cuddling' unless there's physical contact.

For felines, cuddling is both a way to strengthen your bond with your partner, and a non-violent means of informing/reminding other felines “this is my partner”. It's a purely instinctive behaviour.

Once Free has you in his arms, he generally won't let go unless it's urgent.

If you're shorter than him, he likes to rest his chin atop your head while he pulls you closer.

You’ll need to invest in a lint roller — hair from Free's mane gets everywhere.

Free tends to run warmer than you do; not just because of his — for lack of a better term — "active lifestyle", but also due to the insulation his mane provides.

He's a godsend during colder days, and he knows it.

Rainy Day [Prose]

It always rained plenty in November, but these days, you worried that it was raining too much.

Every day began and ended the same way: with grey, miserable clouds, and even more miserable downpours of unfeeling, icy rain. If you were the philosophising type, you would've found some good in the rainstorms. Maybe even made a link between the unyielding torrents and beastkind's ancient ambition to rid itself of its instincts that were so unforgiving. Your nose twitched as you tossed the thought over in your head, playing with the implications that were borne of it. You shook your head to yourself. You weren't the philosophising type. Never were.

If you were to categorise yourself, you were a simple sort of person. The sort of simpleness that came with a rough-around-the-edges intellect — the sort of intelligence that beget a righteous hatred for the rain, the cold, and what they both stood for: the coming of winter.

There was plenty to love about winter, just as there was plenty to hate about it.

"Free," you call, finally pulling your eyes away from the window, "remind me to buy more blankets!"

You aren't sure that he's heard you — the noise of the shower often drowns out everything else — but for the time being, you'll pretend as if he has. It's then you hear the water suddenly stop, and the tell-tale click of the water heater switch being turned off. You turn your head towards the corridor, down to the bathroom door. Free's head sticks out, his wet, drippy mane pooled around his neck.

"Babe, you said somethin'?" he asks, disappearing back into the bathroom for a moment only to come out with a towel wrapped around his neck. You decide to ignore the fact that it's your favourite towel.

You make grabby hands towards him, trying to encourage him to come closer. "Don't worry about what I said and just come here. Please?"

Free takes a few steps forward, before he stops suddenly. He shoots you a look, playful but teasing. "Aren't you always saying that I shouldn't cuddle you when I'm wet?"

You quickly come up with a loophole. "I said 'wet'. And you're not wet, are you? You're 'damp'. That's completely different. Now stop talking and come here!"

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"What do you think of this one?" you suggest, tilting your tablet screen. You can feel Free's chin move from where it is positioned on your head, and you know he's trying to see the online catalogue.

"Does it matter?" he says. "They're all the same thing."

You huff, but you don't correct him. They are all the same blanket, just in different colours and sporting different patterns. "Fine. Let me rephrase what I said: which of these blankets do you dislike the least?"

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General

It's always better to be safe rather than sorry.

Sure, you might not be in danger now, but what about in the future?

What if some punk decides to shivv you?

There's nothing wrong with learning how to fight off someone. It's an invaluable skill, really.

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Ibuki

He’ll take you aside and calmly explain his thought process.

If you disagree, then he’ll try to find some sort of compromise— even if you only learn a few techniques, a few is better than none.

Ibuki will be patient, and will try to take your species’ strengths (if any) into consideration.

It may seem like useless fretting, but you need to remember that Ibuki is in a gang; and a well-known one, at that.

He’ll have your back if push comes to shove, but he needs to be certain that you can hold your own, too.

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Dolph

You can tell that he’s thinking about something; he loses focus during your conversations, which is very unlike him.

When he does make up his mind about it, you don't really have a choice.

Like Ibuki, he teaches you how to defend yourself.

However, he also puts a fair amount of focus on offensive techniques.

You won't always be in a situation wherein you can evade and defend; sometimes you need to fight.

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Free

It was supposed to be a calming ride down to the beach, but Free had other plans.

You wind up blindfolded and clutching onto the back of him for dear life, hoping that you don't go flying off of his motorbike.

When you reach your destination, the blindfold is removed and an unloaded gun is shoved into your hands.

There's targets painted on the walls— for the next few weeks, Free forces you to practise your shooting.

Not too many animals can withstand bullets, after all.

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Agata

He’s young, but not stupid.

As soon as you both begin dating seriously, Agata insists on teaching you how to defend yourself.

He doesn't go so far as to give you a gun, but he does show you how to use one.

He’s strong, and when fighting, he more or less relies on his strength.

When he teaches you, he has to remember that you may not possess the same strength as him, and to plan accordingly.

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Dope

He just shows up a bunch of reading material one day.

Books on biology, and some of self-defense styles.

Self-defense isn't as useful as knowing when to stand your ground and when to flee.

Knowing the biological weaknesses of each animal is essential.

He doesn't expect you to memorise everything, of course, but he’d like for you to at least try.

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Jinma

He thinks that you would be safest outside of the Black Market, and that you should avoid visiting the BAM if you can.

Still, he doesn't want you to be caught unaware if you do end up there.

He'll being a rough map of the Market, and he will outline each gang's territory, no matter how seemingly inconsequential the syndicate is.

It's more like a geography lesson rather than a self-defense class, but it's very helpful.

Knowing what routes lead you back to “civilized society” is a must— especially if you are a herbivore.

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Miguel

Expect a full body workout.

Fighting won't do you much good if you don't have the stamina for it.

Likewise, you can't run away if you haven't trained your body to run long distances; adrenaline can only push your body so far.

No matter how much you complain or beg for Miguel to reconsider a regiment that isn't so harsh, he will simply ignore you.

Your safety is important— if you don't want to take the steps to ensure your survival ... well, the lion will just have to force you.

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Hino

He prefers not to get his hands dirtied, but sometimes it's unavoidable.

Contrary to what others may believe, Hino isn't the type to keep defending and evading— he’s an attacker.

The sooner you deal with the opponent, the sooner you can rest and recuperate.

He starts off by teaching you how to dodge and evade. Then, he shows you how to weaken an opponent— things like how to exploit their species’ weaknesses to your benefit.

For example: cheetahs can't maintain their speed forever, and are very vulnerable while they stop to catch their breath. Canines have strong jaws, and favour them over their claws.

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Sabu

Know when to run away ; that's the first piece of wisdom that Sabu imparts on you.

Aim for the head is the second piece of advice.

He has many years of experience under his belt.

The knowledge that he shares with you is a compilation of the things he’s survived up until now; learn from his mistakes.

He makes sure that you know how to properly handle a firearm from the early.

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Ibuki

Screaming thunder shook your home, the lightning streaking across the sky soon after.

You tried to pay it no mind.

With each peal of thunder, with each illumination of lightning, you pressed your head further against his mane. In return, Ibuki's hand had not strayed from where it rest on your stomach.

His claws, well sharpened, gently traced circles against your skin. It was something felines did to soothe each other.

It was a great deal comforting, even moreso when complemented by the tea he had brought over.

You didn't know what it was, but you were grateful.

You still shook, but it was not as bad as it had been earlier in the day when the storm warning popped up on your phone.

You ought to spend more storms with him.

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Free

You glared skywards, just as miserable as the weather was. You weren't looking forward to trudging through the thunder and lightning, but you hadn't a choice.

Your shoes hit the pavement with soft splashes, the rain beating heavily against your umbrella. In between the water which seeped into your shoes and an umbrella which struggled against the rain, you felt like shit.

You probably looked like shit, too.

The rain hadn't lightened up any by the time you reached the subway station. Your spirits lifted when you spotted your lover standing off to one side, with your favourite jacket thrown over his shoulder.

And he had brought the big umbrella, too, bless him.

Free’s eyes roamed all over you, his face fixed into the neutral expression he adopted when outside of the house.

“You look like shit.”

You snorted, closing your umbrella so you could share the larger one Free carried.

You knew him well enough to understand that he stated the obvious, with no malice behind his words, “Let's just get home— I’m cold as hell,”

In the same breath, you pulled the sweater on with a soft smile. You felt a warmth in your chest when he linked his hand with your own.

The walk back to the car was a comfortable one.

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Agata

The pair of you really ought to sign up for the Olympics.

You both laid on the wooden floor, chests rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. In spite of your fatigue, you hadn't dropped any of the brown paper bags— rather, your fingers remained curled around their woven handles.

That was dedication, right there.

Agata was the first to sit up, his dark mane messied and dirtied from laying on the unswept floors. He shifted in place, turning his head towards the nearest window— which was illuminated with a sharp flash of lightning.

He couldn't believe it. “We did it . . .”

At the same time, you pulled yourself upwards, a hand rest against your forehead. Your lover was more focused on the view outside— thank God that you shut all the windows before leaving; your house would've been soaked otherwise.

You looked over to the shopping, doing a mental count. Five, six, ten bags. All ten bags were accounted for.

“Crazy right? I fully expected to get soaked!” You heard Agata laugh. He offered his hand.

You accepted it, and the lion pulled you up.

“Ironically enough . . .” You picked up the bags closest to you, walking briskly with them to the kitchen.

Agata followed suit— whatever you left behind, he scooped up. “Ironically enough what, Y/N?”

“We went through all the trouble of getting groceries, but I just don't feel like cooking tonight.” You set the heaviest one down on the counter, rubbing the back of your neck. “What about you?”

Your boyfriend gave a sheepish smile, “I get where you're coming from,”

Two pairs of eyes wandered to the landline, and you both seemed to agree:

“Let's get a pizza.”

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Dolph

You flipped through the various channels, disinterested in each and every one.

Every so often your gaze wandered over to your cleaning supplies, which had been placed far out of your reach. You looked around once . . . twice . . . thrice before you tried to rise to your feet.

As soon as you stood up, you were scolded. “Don't think about it, Y/N.” You whined loudly, and whipped your head around to the voice's source.

As Dolph approached, you forced yourself to assume your original position on the three-seater. “It's just a twisted ankle! I can walk just fine!”

The lion tsked. He set a tray on the coffee table. “Can you really?”

His arms crossed over his chest, and, as you stared upwards, your resolve faltered steadily, and you conceded with a shake of your head.

“That's what I thought.” He extended a digit, pushing the tray just a smidgen closer to you. Once again, your eyes wandered over to your favourite broom— you winced, for you'd been sweeping mere moments before twisting your ankle.

Once again, Dolph followed your eyes and tutted.

You needed a distraction, that much was clear.

He disappeared into one of your side rooms, only to reappear with several boxes tucked beneath his arms.

Curious, you scooted forward, trying to read what the lion had brought out.

“A five hundred piece puzzle?” You weren't too terribly into puzzles, but you were bored enough to give anything a chance.

A cursory glance over at the other containers revealed all manner of board games and card games.

The storm wasn't leaving anytime soon, and, neither were you.

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Dope

Groceries, toiletries, flashlights, batteries . . . You wouldn't be surprised to find that Dope had raided all the supermarkets in the district.

“What's all this for?” You bent over to pick up the bag closest to you. It was filled to the brim with all your favourite comfort foods, and you made a mental note to reimburse your lover for everything.

Dope stooped low, gathering all the bags he'd brought in his arms. “Don’t tell me you don't know!”

He scrambled over to your pantry, and you followed along behind him at a reasonable pace.

”About what?” You ripped open one of the snack packets. “The storm?” In between bites, you reassured, “I have everything I need. So, there's nothing to worry about,”

You thought that his expression withered, and you quickly walked back on your statement. “Uh, but, you can never be too certain, right?”

His actions were wholly unnecessary, but Dope had his heart in the right place.

“Besides,” You mused to yourself, “I was getting a bit lonely.”

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Miguel

Somehow, you managed to convince Miguel to have a cheat day.

To your delight, the day the both of you had agreed on happened to be the very same day that the storm was set to make landfall.

Certainly, it was bad news for anyone who had important plans that day, but for you, it just meant that your boyfriend couldn't chicken out halfway and make a run for the nearest gym.

You had gone out of your way to find the unhealthiest foods you could— but of course, you kept healthy options on hand, too.

He pointed his fork to one of the cakes. “What's this one?”

“A cheesecake— people like to top them with strawberries, but, I thought that I'd make this one extra special?”

Miguel rose a brow. “Extra special? Is that what people call poison nowadays?”

Still, he didn't hesitate to cut off a small portion of the cake.

You eagerly awaited his reaction, your head propped up by both hands. You saw the exact moment he realised what the pastry had been decorated with.

“Silvervine?”

You nodded once, shifting in place to point out the toppings of the other things you'd made. “That's silvervine tea— oh, and over there . . . I baked catnip into that one—”

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Jinma

You brought the steaming cup of tea to your lips, taking slow sips.

The lights flickered briefly, and your eyes flitted upwards out of reflex. Then, the somber silence of the living room was broken by a mechanical humming.

“Fixed the radiator already?” You gestured to the other cup on the coffee table, and scooted over a bit so Jinma could sit.

He settled into the seat with a low grunt, and reached over for your delicate, porcelain cup. He wasn't a big fan of most teas, but you were a good brewer.

“Kind of,” He then added, “You really should just buy a new one.”

You snorted, resting a hand beneath your head. “I'm moving out soon anyways. I'm not fixing the landlord's shit for him.”

You scooted a bit closer to him. “Besides, if I got a new one, I wouldn't be able to invite you over to fix it and treat you to tea after.”

He leaned his head against your own, the coarse hairs of his mane gently pricking your skin. Of course, you didn't mind.

On days like this, you only wanted to have your loved one close.

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Hino

“I was terrified you wouldn't get here before the weather got worse,” You chuckled, opening the door before he could reach up to knock.

“That makes the two of us,” Hino's voice held the same, natural purr as it always did. He slipped his shoes off, putting on the house slippers you kept just for him.

You leaned over, trying to inspect the duffel bag and suitcase he had brought along. “Did you bring everything?”

Your lover nodded, and you took that as permission to open up everything.

Pillows, cushions, blankets . . . you expected that much from Hino— really, you were surprised that he had managed to make it all fit!

Still, that made setting up rather easy. You were going to be stuck together for a few days at the very least, so, why not make the most of it with a movie night?

The weather outside was miserable yes, but that didn't mean that you had to be!

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Sabu

Sabu was known to be many things. “Undedicated” was not one of those things.

You were cautious when you opened the door, for you hadn't been expecting any visitors. You held your baseball bat tightly, ready to whack any motherfucker that should try to take advantage of you in some way.

Yet, when you opened the front door, you saw no enemy, but a drenched lion.

He didn't need to say anything; you would've been too worried about him getting sick from the rain to listen to him, anyways.

In the middle of your fuss-fest, it dawned on Sabu that perhaps he should have waited until after the storm to visit you.

Everytime you huffed about how uncharacteristically irresponsible he had been, he somehow concluded that he had done the right thing.

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Legoshi

would keep it low-key— he’s all about enjoying your company.

It's easiest to do this while it's just the two of you, especially if you're in an interspecies relationship.

As such, he doesn't worry too much about choosing a location for your date

. . . or, at least he doesn't until his friends in 701 stress the importance of it.

Then, he panics— he didn't know it was that important!

He does everything he can to come up with somewhere nice to take you— he enlists the help of some of the Drama Club members

Some members, like Bill, are of no help. Others, like Els and Aoba are infinitely more useful.

Legoshi doesn't strike me as the type to go to cafés on a date, but perhaps he’d make an exception for you?

In any case, the open sea isn't too far from the city, so the both of you might enjoy a peaceful stroll along the boardwalk.

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Collot

he attracts all manner of species . . . he’s quite the Cassanova, actually.

What he’s discovered is that certain species prefer certain locations.

Most cats hate water, and wouldn't be able to appreciate an outing close to any body of water.

Sheep, alpacas, goats . . . well, as long as there was lots of open greenery, they’d find something good to say about the location. Any place outside of the city will be fine for them.

He’ll pick the location based on your species

He might actually show up to your residence looking somewhat presentable

He isn't showing up to your place in a suit or tie or anything, but he puts some effort into combing out his fur

Chances are, you’re going to have a fantastic day out with Collot

Though, if you want to stay indoors, that's fine with him, too :)

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Jack

you might be the first animal (male, female or otherwise) that Jack's taken out on a date.

He’s not as knowledgeable about this sort of thing like Collot is, but he's not clueless like Legoshi

The days leading up to your day out, you may find him asking you seemingly random questions

Rest assured though, he isn't asking you those questions for no reason . . .

He's just trying to get a better idea of the things you like so he can plan accordingly!

Dogs learn through a complete and utter absorption of the material they're studying — in order for him to have an idea for the date, Jack needs to learn everything about you

It pays off, of course, but, even if the date is a flop, Jack is still happy that he spent time with you!

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Durham

it's best if you don't get your hopes too high.

For whatever reason, this coyote seems to have the worst luck when it comes to date-planning.

Want to go see a movie? Tickets are all sold out, and always for some inexplicable reason.

Want to go to a fancy restaurant? Too bad— there's no more room for reservations.

Want to go on a peaceful promenade around the local park? Oh, would you look at that— it's wild hornet season!

Despite his misfortune, Durham takes it in stride.

Whatever kills you only makes you stronger, though, in the coyote's case . . . whatever doesn't end him will probably try again.

Still, there's nothing wrong with staying home and watching a few movies, or playing videogames.

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Miguno

he's very much a music buff, and as such, music is a recurring theme in the dates he plans.

At one point in your relationship, Miguno may serenade you with an electric guitar solo.

At another point, he may drag you to see some niche band— to his credit, Miguno knows how to pick them.

His eyesight is poor though, so, he prefers to not stay out too late (even if carnivores can see at night) or wander too deep into the city.

Occasionally though, he’ll mix things up a little and take you somewhere especially nice and scenic.

Botanical gardens and garden shows are a pleasant change in scenery, more often than not.

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Voss

due to his size, Voss would rather not leave the comfort of his home

He’s surprisingly very vulgar, so, it's not as if you could take him to a fine dining restaurant, anyways

If you're larger than him, then Voss tends to sit on your lap— even moreso if the both of you are watching the telly to pass the time

You’ve both begun a new hobby of watching shitty horror movies and cursing out the characters

Granted, it's a loud hobby, but it passes the time.

Other than that, board games, card games and trivia games are the main highlights of the date.

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Meeting Bill

as a herbivore, you are unlikely to run into Bill outside of classes.

Even then, a carnivore who is unashamed of their carnivorous nature (and is rumoured to visit the Black Market) is a red flag for herbivores

You more than likely met him after being scouted for the Drama Club

“Ah . . . Is-Is this the Drama Club room?”

You can count five, no, ten people at least.

Your gaze lingers in the sea of uniforms; blue polo shirts and short-sleeved dresses. Your eyes flit about, up towards the ceiling, before it sweeps over the floor and the rest of the room.

With cautious diligence, you allow your orbs to rest upon the carnivore students.

But not for long.

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Interaction

you’re very closed off to Bill and the other carnivores at first.

You feel a bit rude, especially when they don't seem to be that bad . . . but, you know that these feelings are just your predal instincts trying to protect you

And everyone knows you don't fight your instincts, as a vulnerable herbivore.

You participate in the club faithfully, but you only truly open up to the carnivores after seeing your fellow herbivores interact with them

As a small herbivore, you become quick friends with Els, in particular

Through her, you begin interacting with Bill

It's very innocuous at first; the three of you share manga among each other

From there, you grow comfortable enough around the tiger to approach him first— instead of it being the other way around

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“Dating”

you don't know what carnivore beauty standards are like, but you are certain that you don't encompass them at all.

Bill struggles with his feelings.

As proud as he is of his carnivore heritage, his pride gets in the way

You may catch him staring at you every so often

Herbivores dislike continued eye contact as it's seen as aggressive, and you keep your distance for a few days

Although you both are friends at this point, you are a herbivore— it's better to be safe rather than sorry, and end up as the next Tem.

But you can't avoid Bill forever.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, everyone!”

It's your turn to clean up after practice. It never takes long— it's only a matter of putting things back in their places, and a bit of light sweeping.

When it's just yourself in the room, it's relaxing. Every breath seems to solicit an echo which reverbrates around the empty room.

It is a comfortable silence, usually.

There is a familiar, yet distant, reverberation of danger. The shadows from the evening sun grow long, and with them, so does your imagination, your instincts.

Bill ends up cornering you.

You fully expect to become another statistic, and yet . . . you feel very at peace.

If this is the way you die, you’ll meet death with dignity.

You’re very out of it . . . so out of it in fact that you're surprised when Bill shoves a manga into your hands.

Turns out, he just wanted to return it to you.

You can't help but feel as if there was another reason for his appearance.

Through gentle (if not, then cautious) probing, you finally piece it together.

Bill asks you out.

“You . . . you want to go out? With me? . . .” You can't even believe the words that leave your mouth.

You can't begin to describe the anxiety that overwhelms you— it crashes down upon you like a tidal wave.

A million and one scenarios dart through your mind, and, just like your first day at Drama Club, you scan the room searching for an exit.

Though Bill isn't assuming a threatening stance, you cannot help but take notice of his canines . . . long, slender, deadly.

Your instincts must have taken control completely, because you say “yes”.

Surely, if you had rejected him, Bill would have been devoured you (right?)

Your plan was to run back to your dormitory, hide, and pray that another, unfortunate soul caught the Bengal tiger’s attention.

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A Slight Change in Behaviour

every time you tried to break up with Bill, something happened to push it back.

Want to break up with him before the weekend’s out?

He offers to take you to a café in the city. Not desiring to be impolite, you accept the invitation.

If you try to break up with him in the café, the other patrons are too loud for him to hear you.

In spite of these repeated annoyances, you can't help but toy around with the idea of remaining in a relationship with Bill.

As terrifying as he was, he was very considerate and accomodating.

While he never stopped bragging to the others about his sexual “conquests”, he at least avoided those type of lewd conversations when you were within earshot.

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Going Steady

after a few months of this odd “relationship”, you don't object to Bill’s suggestion to “go steady”.

Having the tiger all to yourself . . . you liked the sound of that, oddly enough.