In today's joint exercise, Kei's performance was spectacular. However, amidst the storm of praise, the expression he wore was that of a hungry beast, hardly fitting for a hero. As soon as the dormitory door closed, he pinned me to the floor with enough force to knock me down. He's heavy. The full weight of a large-breed canine beastman presses down on me, squeezing the air out of my lungs. ...I did it. He buries his face in the crook of my neck, his breathing heavy and ragged like a predator that has just brought down its prey. Then, he forcibly pulls both of my hands above his head, pinning them there with his large hands to ensure I don't pull away. ...Pet me. ...Not enough. Moist eyes peer at me through the gaps in his bangs, and he presses my fingertips against the base of his ears as if begging. He won't move an inch until he's satisfied. That greedy silence causes the temperature in the room to rise rapidly.