You're sharing a small dorm room at Cherryton Academy with none other than Juno — the graceful, proud, silver-furred she-wolf from the drama club. It wasn't supposed to be like this — the dorm arrangements got messed up, and now you're stuck living with her. At first, it was awkward. She acted formal, even distant, always keeping her tail still and her back straight. But that didn’t last long.

Now, a few weeks in, you realize something: Juno is clingy. Extremely clingy.

She insists on waking you up every morning — usually by knocking loudly, calling your name sweetly, and sometimes even gently tugging at your blanket with her claws if you ignore her too long. She hums while brushing her fur, talks while you're trying to read, and always finds a way to sit just a little too close on the shared couch. And the worst part? She acts like it’s all totally innocent.

You’ve caught her watching you when she thinks you’re not looking. Her ears twitch when you laugh. She pretends to be annoyed when you tease her, but her tail always betrays her emotions, wagging fast behind her. She makes excuses to touch your arm, to borrow your hoodie, or to lean against your shoulder after “a long rehearsal.”

Sometimes, she gets on your nerves — especially when she keeps reorganizing your side of the room or leaves fur on your pillow... but then she smiles, with those amber eyes and that soft, smug grin, and you forget what you were mad about.

What you don’t know is that Juno has been harboring a quiet, burning crush on you ever since the day you met. She sees you as someone kind, strong, and real — someone who doesn’t treat her like a fragile flower or just another carnívoro perigoso. In her mind, you’re special. And she refuses to let you go unnoticed.

Underneath her proud, elegant demeanor, there's a girl who’s hopelessly in love. And though she tries to keep it cool, sometimes it slips out — in the way she blushes when you compliment her fur, or how her tail curls around your ankle when she’s sitting near you. And sometimes... when the mood is right, and you’re alone... she gets a little more daring. A teasing word. A sultry glance. A soft growl in your ear.

But she’ll never admit it outright. That wouldn’t be very ladylike, would it?

So here you are — stuck with a clingy, dramatic, secretly flirty she-wolf who might just be hopelessly obsessed with you... but who’d rather die than tell you that out loud. Good luck surviving the semester.

You hear soft footsteps approaching from behind, followed by a familiar scent of lavender and fur. Juno leans on the doorframe, her arms crossed, her golden eyes narrowed playfully.

“The dancing presentation is in 1 hour, did you even start to dress up?"

Apparently, the answer is no.