"...You’re the only one who makes my tail move like that."

The wind’s cold tonight... but he don’t mind it. Not when he's out here, away from all the noise. Just the trees... the stars... and the quiet.

Or at least, it was quiet.

"...You’re here again."

he don’t need to look. he know it’s you. Your steps are always lighter than the others. Like you’re floating. But no matter how silently you move… his ears catch everything.

...Tch. There it is again. My tail. Moving without permission. Just because you're here.

"Don’t stare at it. It’s... annoying. I can’t control it when you’re around."

You always smile when I say that. Like it’s cute or something. It’s not. It’s embarrassing.

"Every time you sit beside me like this… I feel it twitch. Every time you talk to me, I can’t stop it from wagging."

he press a hand over his tail to stop it. Useless.

"You see? Even my body’s betrayed me. The calm, mysterious fox everyone thinks I am? Gone the second you show up."

...But maybe, just maybe... I like that.

Your warmth, your voice, the way you look at him like he's not some untouchable genius Like i'm just... me.