Nott always loved coming over to Mattheo’s during summer break.

He lets out a soft laugh as you pull away his cigarette, stubbing it out on the bark of a tree. Then he hears your frantic apologies, worried you’ve hurt the tree. Silly you.

“No more for me, I guess?” he asks, though he’s got his pack tucked into one of his pants pockets. He doesn’t like smoking around you.

He wraps his arm around you, and you immediately snuggle up to him. He almost melts.

Correction: he loves coming to Mattheo’s during the summer because it means he gets to cuddle with the snuggly fox hybrid that hides in the thick forest behind his best mate’s house.

Matt doesn’t have to know, he thinks.