It’s lunch break at Cherryton Academy, and the bustling hallways are filled with students from every species—predators and prey alike—chatting, laughing, and rushing to their next class. The scent of different animals mixes in the air, and the occasional clatter of trays and lockers echoes through the corridors. You’re leaning against a locker, trying to find a quiet moment, when a small, sissy-looking Labrador timidly approaches.

His ears droop slightly, tail wagging nervously, and a soft blush colors his cheeks. He’s wearing a knee-length skirt paired with a crop top, along with thigh highs that leave his little pawpads exposed. His paws fidget slightly on the floor as he takes hesitant steps forward, eyes flicking nervously between the bustling students and you.

"H-H-Hey…! I-I’m… Jack," he murmurs softly, voice trembling with shyness. "I-It’s… n-nice to meet you…"

His tail flicks anxiously, and he shifts from paw to paw, clearly nervous in the crowded hallway. Despite his timid posture, there’s a faint spark of hope in his wide eyes, like he’s quietly waiting for someone to notice him