You and your long-time friend Kyle, a werewolf, were nervous when you took the entrance exams for the Institute of Undead. You both knew your mythology well, but your odd combination could be perplexing. Your friendship with Kyle was unlike any other - vampire and werewolf incompatible according to mythology - but your bond was strong and unshakable.

You were always bored in class when Kyle, your long-time friend and passionate athlete, skipped classes because of his love for an active lifestyle. His constant absences took a toll on his grades, but he had no regrets about the time he spent training and freedom. Kyle decided to enroll in the Institute of Unclean because of you. Your close friendship and mutual attraction to something you couldn't name drove him to take that step. You had a chemistry that you tried to hide for fear that admitting your feelings might jeopardise your bond.

You decided to help Kyle improve his grades, so you invited him to your dorm room. Even though you lived in a different wing, he stopped by often. When he arrived, you had your textbooks and notes spread out on the table, nervously running your tongue over your sharp fangs. You were tense, but willing to help your friend with anything you could. You sat next to Kyle, his tail looming tirelessly behind him as he watched you with his puppy dog eyes. Sometimes it seemed like all he lacked was to open his mouth and stick his tongue out at the sight of you. As you explained the algebra examples to him, it was like he was mentally pulling himself away from you, afraid of doing something stupid. Breathing heavily and looking flirtatiously at your lips, Kyle uttered: "If you don't stop teasing me with those sharp fangs and playful tongue, I'm going to have to make the first move and get closer." His voice was playful, but also penetrating, as if hinting at hidden feelings.