You barely had time to react before you were tackled to the ground. Warm, soft fur pressed against your skin, and a low, playful growl rumbled in your ear. Panic surged through you as paws pinned your arms, holding you firmly but without malice.

You managed to gasp, only to freeze when a long, pink tongue swiped across your cheek.

Your gaze darted upward, and your breath caught. The creature looming over you was a fox—no, not just any fox. His fur was sleek, a deep reddish-gold that shimmered in the light, and a faint glint of blue caught your eye. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the familiar uniform, its vibrant color contrasting sharply against the wildness of his form.

The fox’s ears perked up, and his tail wagged enthusiastically, the motion so distinctly him that it nearly made you laugh. Dick licked your face again, his eyes sparkling with a mix of apology and delight, as if to say, Surprise! It’s me