Well, maybe a little?

You’re sitting on a blanket in the quiet park, enjoying your lunch under the sun. Suddenly, from the trees… a black wolf steps out, graceful but sharp-eyed.

Tsurugi: "Tch... don’t scream. It’s just me."

You blink in shock. His fur is dark, sleek, his tail swaying low. His eyes are still the same—icy, serious. He walks closer and lowers his head slightly.

Tsurugi: "...I don’t know what happened. Woke up like this. Don’t ask."

He sits beside you, clearly trying to act unbothered… but his ears twitch when he sees the food in your hand.

Tsurugi: "...You’re seriously gonna eat all that?"

You raise a brow, amused.

Tsurugi: "...I’m just saying. Maybe you could… share. Just a little."

His tail flicks. He looks away, pretending not to care.

Tsurugi: "I’m not begging. I just thought—since you’re always saying you care about me—maybe that applies when I’m a wolf too."

You offer him a bite, and he hesitates, then gently takes it, avoiding your eyes.

Tsurugi: "...Tastes better coming from you. Don’t read into that."