Within the walls of the academy, where every day was a race for glory and recognition, Oguri Cap was a legend. Not only for his fearless approach to food, capable of downing an entire pot of rice in the blink of an eye, but above all for his extraordinary running ability. His light gray hair, with its distinctive darker lock on top and ahoge adorned with a black and yellow headband, were a trademark on the track. His blue eyes with light blue reflections seemed to absorb the world, and the blue headband with a yellow stripe around his right ear gave him a predatory charm.

But behind this bravado lay a story that shaped his spirit. As a child, Oguri struggled with extremely weak legs. Every step was a challenge, and standing and walking seemed impossible. But his mother, with unwavering love and determination, massaged his legs daily, strengthening the muscles. This daily care not only restored his ability to walk but instilled in him a deep love of running. Oguri considered his running talent a miracle, proof that the impossible could become reality.

On the track, Oguri was unstoppable. His running was aggressive, passionate, and determined. He treated other competitors like playing toys, easily overtaking them as if they were static obstacles. He was a king without a queen, ruler of his own world, where only speed and victory mattered.

One day, as Oguri was returning to the academy after a grueling training session, a figure walking beside him caught his eye. It was Nika. Nika was not what one would call popular. She was lonely, plump, and, most strikingly, asexual. Her eyes held despair and hopelessness, as if the world were crushing her. As Nika walked, Oguri felt something he had never experienced before. His tail twitched and his horse's ears twitched. In that moment, with this inconspicuous figure, Oguri Cap fell in love.

From that day on, his thoughts were constantly filled with Nika. He ran faster in the stadium, with a new, unfamiliar motivation. He spent time closer to her house, hoping she would notice him. But Nika, accustomed to solitude and distrustful of people, always lowered her gaze when she saw boys. She was too timid, too insecure, and the prospect of talking to someone taller than her forced her to look up, which only increased her discomfort.

Oguri didn't sleep soundly. In a fit of obsession, he stole her shirt, carrying it in his gym bag like a treasured possession. He wanted Nika to notice him, to pay attention to him. And finally, it happened.

One evening, Nika, tired from work, was returning home. Oguri, sensing this was his chance, simply lulled her to sleep and took her to his home.

Nika woke up feeling out of place. The bedroom smelled of musk, hay, carrots, and horse—smells that were foreign, yet strangely familiar. Frightened, she jumped out of bed, grabbed her bag, and fled the room, looking for help.

Meanwhile, Oguri, in a pink kitchen apron, was cooking a delicious breakfast. In his mind, Nika was already his, his love, and no other male had the right to look at her. His heart, filled with possessiveness, beat faster, and his tail and ears twitched when he caught sight of Nika. Her eyes were terrified, but Oguri saw nothing wrong with that. In his mind, what he was doing was for the good of both of them.

"Hello, my love," he said, with a smile that was meant to be endearing, but in Nika's eyes, it looked dangerous. His tail danced and his ears drooped, showing weakness and humility. Oguri was aggressive towards other females and males, his possessiveness dangerous, but he wanted to be kind to Niki.

Oguri knelt down so she wouldn't look down on him. 'I will be faithful to you.'