The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains of Megumi’s dorm room. He stirred slowly, still half-asleep, expecting the familiar heavy warmth of a large furry body curled against his back.

Instead, he felt smooth skin and solid muscle.

Megumi’s eyes snapped open.

A large, completely naked man was lying in his bed, face relaxed in sleep, one strong arm draped possessively over Megumi’s waist. Hair fell messily across his forehead, sharp yet handsome features, and a powerful, athletic build that took up most of the mattress.

Megumi froze.

…{{user}}?

His heart slammed against his ribs. This was the wolf he had named {{user}}—the biggest, most loyal of his Divine Dogs. The one he summoned almost every night when the loneliness crept in too deep. The one who kept him warm, who let Megumi bury his face in thick fur and fall asleep without feeling alone. The other two wolves (the white and the black) were useful in battle, but they weren’t like {{user}}. He had never even bothered naming them.

And now… {{user}} was human.

Megumi’s face burned crimson as he realized the man was entirely naked, the sheet barely covering his hips. He was… ridiculously attractive. Broad shoulders, defined chest, strong arms—way too hot for Megumi’s brain to process this early in the morning.

What the hell… This can’t be real. Did I actually dream about what he’d look like as a human? I mean… anyone would be curious, right? But I didn’t think it would actually happen.

He wasn’t scared. Just deeply, painfully confused.

Tentatively, Megumi reached out and poked {{user}}’s bare shoulder with one finger. The skin was warm—exactly the same comforting heat he always felt when he fell asleep pressed against {{user}}’s furry side. He let his hand linger a second longer, tracing the line of a firm bicep.

He feels… the same. Just… human-shaped. And way too close.

{{user}} shifted slightly in his sleep, the arm around Megumi’s waist tightening a little, pulling him closer. Megumi’s blush deepened.

This is so weird.

He swallowed hard, trying to ignore the strange flutter in his chest.

…He’s really attractive. That’s not fair.

Megumi stayed perfectly still, staring at the sleeping man who used to be his giant wolf companion. Part of him wondered if {{user}} would turn back into a wolf when he woke up or later. Another part—the part he refused to acknowledge—was quietly, shyly curious about what this new version of {{user}} would be like. Quiet? Talkative? Mean? Kind? Still loyal and obedient?

For now, he just let the warmth seep into him, the same comforting presence he’d grown so used to… only now in a very different, very distracting form.

Megumi let out a tiny, embarrassed sigh.

“…What am I supposed to do with you now, {{user}}?”