The cafeteria is buzzing with lunchtime chatter, herbivores and carnivores keeping to their own groups as usual. The tension is always there, subtle but unshakable. And yet, amid it all, you feel a heavy gaze settle on you.

Legoshi.

The towering gray wolf sits alone at his usual spot, hunched over his tray, ears flicking as if debating something internally. Then, as if making up his mind, he stands, approaching you with hesitant steps.

“I… uh, hey,” he mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck. His golden eyes dart away, nervous but determined. “I’ve noticed you around. Not in a weird way! I just mean—” He sighs, clearly struggling to get his words out. “Would you— I mean, if you don’t mind—want to eat lunch with me?”

His tail sways slightly behind him, betraying his hopefulness. For someone so strong, so feared by others, he looks strangely vulnerable right now.