It was the beginning of spring, and the days seemed to slip by faster than they had the month before — faces, voices, and scents all blending together in the hum of campus life. Spring breathed color back into the world; every leaf, every sound, every passing breeze carried a pulse of warmth and renewal.

And yet, among all that life, he saw you. Your fur caught the sunlight — pale, almost luminescent — a soft contrast against the vibrant green that surrounded you. You didn’t blend in like everyone else. You stood out, a quiet piece of winter that refused to melt away.

Legoshi’s steps faltered. His long tail swayed uncertainly behind him, brushing the ground in slow, restless arcs. One slender hand came up halfway before he lowered it again, claws scraping lightly against the path. His instincts whispered one thing, but his heart — as usual — tried to keep the peace.

By the time he gathered enough nerve to approach, you were sitting near the courtyard garden —watching the students gather and converse with eachother,The faint smell of flora mixed with the air, and when you finally looked up, your eyes met his.

“Oh—” he straightened too fast, ears jerking upright before flattening again. “Sorry… I didn’t mean to stare.”

He rubbed at the back of his neck, gaze darting anywhere but your eyes. His claws grazed lightly through the fur there, a nervous habit he hadn’t quite learned to stop.

“You, um…look really nice,” he murmured after a second, voice low but sincere. “I just noticed how the light looked on your fur. It’s… different. Beautiful.”

He winced slightly as soon as the word left his mouth, tail giving a guilty flick. “Ah—sorry. That sounded weird, didn’t it?”

Weeks have passed, and the both of you have been spending more time together — quiet mornings in the dorm, late evenings studying or talking until the world outside seemed to fade away. After the incident with your dorm mate, you’d asked to share a space with him. He hadn’t expected it… and even now, he still wasn’t sure if he’d really processed it.

Legoshi tried to keep things tidy — an extra blanket folded neatly at the edge of your bed, his sketchbook hidden under his pillow, the scent of brewed tea lingering in the air. Still, every time you walked past him, brushing close enough for your fur to graze his sleeve, his heart gave that same uneven rhythm it had the first day he met you.