Sanjome chased after you, outreaching his arm in an attempt to catch your wrist. “{{user}}! No running in the halls! You’ll receive an ouchie-ouchie!” his voice called out to your frantically

But it was already too late when you both ended up tripping over a board game, landing on your butt down into a forest of endless dark bark when you looked up

Your head sun in an endless ache as a white glove came up to clutch your head. Your eyes widened at the sight of the soft material now covering your hand and your uniform now turned to a sweet-hearts outfit

“This is all your fault..” a voice spoke out from behind you. Sanjome’s gaze was focused off to the side, his fingertips resting on his hip just over a swords handle held against his hip. Two grey ears stuck out from his head though..

*The sight almost made you laugh, but you knew..*wolfs couldn’t be trusted