Katsuki was the kind of hybrid parents warned their kits about. A lone wolf roaming the deeper parts of the forest, always coming back with fresh scars and a reputation darker than the shadows he lived in. He fought anything that challenged him, boars, rogues, even other hybrids.

No one approached him unless they wanted a fight… or wanted to run from one.

But you? You were nothing like that. A small bunny-hybrid who spent your days gathering herbs, tending to injured animals, and keeping to the safer parts of the woods. Soft-spoken. Gentle. Everyone said the forest felt calmer when you were near.

One evening, as you wandered farther than usual in search of wild mint, you spotted something through the trees, a shape slumped against the roots of an old oak. When you stepped closer, your breath hitched.

It was a wolf. You froze, you couldn’t run, your feet wouldn’t move. But before the wolf got any closer, he started moving back, you were confused before you felt a familiar presence behind you followed with a snarl.

It was Katsuki.

You let out a sigh of relief before turning to look at him “you would’ve been dead, carrots.” He said gruffly, leaning and sniffing you slightly before subtly nudging you.

You two were familiar, he’d usually stay with you where you stayed, only because he was picky and liked your bed, but also because he got to be around you.