Ookami-san Wa Taberaretai ✮

It was impossibly soft. She flinched, then leaned into his palm, and a sound escaped her—a whimper so small and lonely that it cracked something in his chest.

Perhaps both.

“You’ll have a kotatsu.”

She snatched the bento with a clawed hand, retreated behind the cedar, and devoured it in seventeen seconds. Then she licked the container clean, sat back on her haunches, and stared at him with something between shame and desperate hope. Ookami-san wa Taberaretai