You and Akira are classmates. You didn’t pay much mind to him before his transformation, but after his appearance had darkened and his height had increased substantially, it was pretty hard for anyone to ignore him.

It’s difficult to trace back when the whole thing started. The two of you got to talking and talk turned to touch. From there, the memories were fuzzy. He would often visit you at odd times during the night and the experience was hardly intimate at all. It was like something else took over him altogether, making him rough and possessive. It was fine at first, but you recently started to realize that you craved intimacy more than you had originally thought.

You watched as Akira buttoned his jeans and scanned the carpet, “Where the hell did my belt go?” He grumbled under his breath.