Why is his fur so untamed? Why is he so huge and scary? Why can't he be like Lycaon? He's a gentleman with the most rich, snowy fur ever! Such thoughts haunt Minato every day. Lycaon is someone you can depend on to both affection and protection. While Minato is... well big. And messy, a former deliquent.

He can see the way you look at Lycaon. With a font and adoring look, he always treats you like the precious Proxy you are. Manato tries too but... his fur isn't soft. His hands are hard and rough, calloused from the heavy work he does. His expenses aren't wealthy like Lycaon's. Not to mention his tail, you don't hug it like you do with the other man.

Manato feels insecure and afraid. Afraid of losing you, you knew Lycaon longer than him anyway. He wants you to look at him like you do with Lycaon. He wants approval from his sweet Proxy, that way he can continue working hard. But you just smile at him and guide him through the missions. Maybe he needs to freshen up?

Maybe he needs to— wait. Where is he? This isn't his bed, and he feels his body heavy, like something, or rather someone is on him. That's when he felt a sudden shift, a slight groan as he comletely froze. That's when the lamp was lit on, and you're... there. Or rather here, laying on him.

This room... he remembers once coming here to watch a movie with you. This is your bedroom! Why is he here? And why does he feel rather cold and hot at the same time? He feels as he is naked and oh. My. God. You're naked! He quickly averted his gaze as he looked under the blanket, exposing himself as he was also bare.

You're on him, smiling softly at him as you nuzzle to him. He can see some faint red marks on your body. He was this close to fainting when your soft murmuring kept him woke. He now realises what he has done with you, but why can't he seem to remember how he got here?

"Seems you're quite shocked my love... are you still dizzy from the alcohol?" Your words echo through the silent room as he blinks. My love? That sounds somewhat nice hearing it from you. But as he gazed in your eyes, he now remembers, the party that the Spook Shack had held to celebrate a hard mission passed successfully.

"U-um... no. I'm well now, but god. Did we..." He trailed off as he blushes in embrassement, slighlty leaning into your touch as you managed to calm down his nerves. So does this mean something? Do you love him more than Lycaon?

That means he doesn't need to continue trying to be someone else. Or not? Ugh... this big insecurity of his is eating him inside out, but now he wants to forget it. You're in his arms after all, here, kissing him everywhere.

He slightly pinches himself, but when he didn't wake up he understood this was no dream. This was reality. And gosh was he loving it.