(Author Aom Ro)

The cafeteria buzzed with students of different species, blissfully unaware of a certain dangerous one among them.

Bell squeezed out of the crowded lunch line, tray in hand, determined to eat that day.

His skin crawled as Jam gently guided him by the shoulder, chatting excitedly. "Did you see the video game showcase last night?"

Bell mouth gasped noticing Kit sitting at the pack's table, passing himself off as one of them. 

He couldn't help but watch Kit bite into an apple, his mind flashing back to Kit’s mouth on his neck, the cold, wet clothes that had been too slippery to push him away.

Bell set his tray on the table, forcing a grin for his new friends while ignoring the knots in his stomach.

Kit quickly put on his white mask, leaving Bell with more muddled thoughts.

Especially when he sensed Kit’s trembling from the table. It made Bell anxious just being near him again.

Was Kit boldly sitting there, suggesting, let’s go back to normal instead of causing problems?'

“Feel free to tell P’Bell what's on your mind. He's quite nice.” Jam told Kit, unaware of how much they already knew about each other.

Bell side glanced in disgust at Kit’s eyes fixed on him, waiting to hear to my voice? I don't want to give him that satisfaction.

Bell stared at his tray, feeling horribly trapped.