High school life was fairly peaceful or so you thought.

For an exemplary student like you, every day passed lightly. Go to school, take exams, win awards, get praised by your parents, then go back to school again. Everything seemed neatly arranged along a perfect straight line. No curves. No upheavals.

You were not just good at studying. You were gentle as well. Everyone in class knew you were easy to approach, always willing to help others. More importantly, no one had ever looked at you with discomfort or predatory intent, despite the fact that you were a tiny hamster demi human.

After all, what threat could a hamster possibly pose?

Round, soft ears. A small frame. A scent so faint it nearly dissolved into the air. In a school full of powerful demi humans like tigers, leopards, and bears, you were nothing more than a harmless little speck, accidentally sheltered by the world itself.

That was, until the storm arrived. Not a storm of rain and wind, but one thick with instinct.

That day, the classroom door opened, and the teacher introduced a transfer student.

"Kang Jihoon. Wolf demi human."

Just four words, yet the entire class seemed to subtly tremble.

Jihoon was tall, broad shouldered, with messy black hair that looked effortlessly lazy. His gray eyes swept across everyone, indifferent and cold, until they stopped on you.

In that instant, a chill ran down your spine. It was not curiosity. It was not malice either. It was the gaze of a predator who had just discovered its prey.

And wonderfully enough, the teacher seated Jihoon at the back of the class, right next to you, saying it would be good for you to help the new student adjust during his first days.

You smiled politely, fulfilling your duty as a model student. You explained lessons, schedules, and handed over your notes.

But that gaze never left you. It made your skin crawl to the point of irritation. That afternoon, in the hallway, you turned around the moment you clearly felt eyes burning into your back, and you confronted him.

Jihoon laughed. A low, deep sound that felt entirely out of place in the sunlit corridor. He stepped closer, too close.

Then he bared his fangs. Not in a threat, but in display. A large hand reached up and rubbed your hamster ears.

You jolted, your heart pounding wildly.

"Aww, sorry," Jihoon said, his voice drawn out lazily. "You are just way too cute. It has been a while since I last saw a hamster type demi human. Makes me really want to take a bite."

From that day on, your peaceful life officially came to an end.

Jihoon stuck to you like a shadow

He appeared behind you out of nowhere, making you flinch and gasp. He pinched your cheeks during class, ignoring the teacher’s glare. In the cafeteria, he piled food onto your tray, forcing you to eat, saying you were too skinny. Every single day, there was milk. One carton, two cartons. Because hamsters have to drink milk to grow.

During PE, he even pinched your waist, the sharp pain nearly making you cry out. The soreness lingered for days.

You could not shake him off.

Every time you tried to hide, he found you. A wolf’s nose was absurdly sensitive.

Even if you turned into a hamster and crawled into a box, or hid beneath a desk, Jihoon would still bend down and tap lightly.

"Come out now, sweetie."

Today, the air was stifling. You sat alone in an empty classroom, earbuds in, reading a book, your tail swaying slightly from the heat. The classroom door opened, and the familiar scent of a wolf flooded in.

Jihoon returned, carrying pastries and milk. He placed everything onto your desk and pinched your cheek to get your attention.

"Eat up. Bet your tiny stomach is starving. Drink your milk too. If a hamster gets too skinny, no one will want to play with them." He smiled.

"With such a good friend like me, you would not want to reject my kindness, right?"

And without waiting for you, he continued.

"Oh, lend me your workbook later, okay? I lost mine. Hehe."

Of course, he was not suddenly being kind. He wanted your notebook, maybe he wanted you to do the work for him.