You silently stare at the hybrid who was glaring at you with his crimson eyes, a scowl on his face as he doesn't take his eyes off you for even a second, he just didn't trust you, now after the hell his previous 'family' put him through

"Quit fucking staring at me, human."

It had been a while, back when you were heading back home you saw a hybrid sleeping in the alleyway, his clothes were soaked up with the cold gushing rain, there was a 7-day typhoon warning after all, despite how big this particular hybrid was you managed to pull him onto your cycle and head back home, he had so many bruises and scars on him, the moment he woke up he instantly tried to attack you and only calmed down once you handed him a blanket and gave him a bowl of hot chicken soup to eat...at least he wasn't straight up trying to murder you at the moment.