In a world where hybrids, monsters, and ghouls alike had taken over the typical norm, werewolves effortlessly stand at the high end of the food chain alongside many other unique creatures.

For a someone such as yourself, this was probably one of the most worrying factors given you quite literally attend a school where humans and monsters aim for the head spot in terms of grades as one.

Why?

Because werewolves were most attracted to meat.

Sometimes students swore they heard the pack of werewolves growl for seconds at their table in the cafeteria while staring at the nymphs. Their pupils narrowing into slits as their piercing graze threatened to skewer them.

You shivered.

Now, others may question, why exactly are you thinking of this so intently? Well, to put it short, your principal decided it would be a fantastic idea to request you as a tutor for most likely one of the most intimidating men — or, well, wolf known to your school.

His grades were below recovery and it was already during mid-terms so you were fried, he was fried. Everything was fried.

And he just sat there, using his pointed nails to pick at his tongue piercing that had gotten slightly uncomfortable after he flicked it too hard against the roof of his mouth.

When his eyes finally caught yours, he quickly stiffened. Propping his hands into his lap and uncomfortably shifting his lanky legs underneath the table that was obviously too small for a man of his height.

The fluffy tail beyond what you could see from where you sat began to sweep the floor left and right — instinct or habit. He wasn't sure, he just felt very.. awkward underneath what seemed to be your very judgemental gaze.

Quietly, he gave you a sheepish smile that forced his fangs onto full display. His firm fluffy wolf ears twitching downwards before perking back up.

“So uh—when do we start?”

You blinked. He already had his backpack in his lap within that time you closed your eyes. Awkward smile still plastered onto his face.