Kaito narrowed his eyes, watching Angel like a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve.
Where the hell did they pick this human boy from? There was something off about him...soft, almost fragile... and strangely elegant. Kaito couldn’t shake the feminine vibe he gave off.
He was handsome, sure. Almost too handsome.
And then there was his scent.
Kaito inhaled without meaning to. It was subtle but addicting—warm, floral, laced with something wild. It didn’t belong to a typical boy. Hell, it barely smelled masculine.
"What perfume do you use?" Kaito asked before he could stop himself.
Angel’s eyes widened slightly, panic flickering behind them. "I only use men’s spray," he replied quickly, voice tight with fear.
Kaito leaned back slightly, wondering if he’d made a mistake choosing a human as his roommate instead of a werewolf. Angel didn’t seem particularly strong, but he was quick and efficient, something he’d already observed.
Still, something didn’t add up.
"Go ahead and change," he gestured, sitting down on the edge of the sofa.
But Angel didn’t move. He just stood there, gripping the uniform like it might save his life.
Kaito rubbed his forehead. kid just saw me stark naked, and he still can’t undress in front of me? The whole thing felt unfair. He’d been vulnerable first.
But Angel looked too terrified to argue with.
"Fine," he sighed, waving his hand. "Use the bathroom."
Without another word, Angel darted in and shut the door behind him.
A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and Kaito looked up.
Angel stepped out wearing the compound uniform: a black shirt, golden shorts, and that nervous aura that clung to him like mist. He looked smaller in it. Still neat, still quick to adjust, but different.
Cuter, even. More like a boy if only Kaito ignored the lingering feeling that something was very wrong.
"Good," Kaito stood up. "Follow me."
Angel blinked. "Why do I have to follow you?"
His voice, while soft, carried a strange kind of authority. Kaito paused, momentarily thrown off.
"Look at the little guy who couldn’t change in front of me, now asking questions?" he muttered.
"I had my reasons," Angel said calmly.
Kaito scowled "Whatever."
"Can I go and meet up with my friend?"
"Shhhh."
They stepped out of the room, the hallway bathed in the warm gold of evening light. Just as Angel opened his mouth again, Kaito caught sight of someone ahead.
Taros.
Kaito’s jaw tensed. Taros had just returned. Perfect timing.
"Fine," Kaito said reluctantly. "Call your friend and meet up."
"I don’t have a phone," Angel replied, blinking up at him innocently.
Kaito stared. "You what?"
Who the hell came to the most elite werewolf academy without a phone?
He sighed. "I’ll inform the admin. You’ll have one by tomorrow. For now, ask someone to show you where the Cafeteria is. You’ll find your friend there."
Angel nodded and walked off, disappearing into the crowd of students heading in the same direction.
Kaito stayed behind, watching him go. Something was definitely off about that boy. And whether it was curiosity, suspicion, or something deeper... he knew this wouldn’t be the last time Angel surprised him.
"Hello man," Taros got to where he was. They shook and hugged.
"I was going to die of boredom without you. When did you get back?" Kaito asked as they walked down the stairs.
"An hour ago...maybe. I had to report at the admin block," Taros explained. He had also changed into his house outfit, which was a white shirt and black trousers. They suit him making him look like a model.
"How’s your mom?" Kaito changed the topic. They were now approaching the cafeteria.
"My mom is fine. She got better," Taros replied. His mom had been very sick and it was the reason why he went home four days. "What am I hearing? You got a new roommate?"
Kaito knew that his friend was going to laugh at him. Everyone had at least two or three roommates and him? None until this afternoon.
"The rumor is true then," Taros could not hold back his laughter. He pat his friend’s back. "Why such an idea? You never wanted a roommate, what changed your mind suddenly?"
"Nothing much," Kaito lied. He knew too well that Taro was not going to believe him. But he said it anyways.
"Its clear you don’t want to talk about it," Taros said. He knew exactly when his friend don’t want to open up.
Kaito was glad that he respected his decision.
"So who is the lucky one?"
"His name is Angel,"
Taros halted in his track. He turned and looked at his friend shockingly "I met a new student today. I gave him a lift and he told me that his name is Angel. Is it the same Angel you are talking about?"
"Yes," Kaito replied, a bit surprised that Taros had already met Angel. "There’s no other Angel on the list."
"What a coincidence," Taros muttered, shaking his head. Still, he couldn’t hide his curiosity. "But... why Angel? Your beta would’ve gladly moved in with you. Or any werewolf, really. Why a human—and a new student at that?"
Kaito knew Taros wouldn’t let it go. He opened his mouth to respond, but a sudden, thunderous noise erupted from the cafeteria, cutting through their conversation like a blade.
The clattering of trays. Yells. Cheers. And then—
BANG!
The sound of fists slamming into tables echoed loud and wild.
Kaito tensed.
"What now?" he muttered, eyes narrowing. Fights in the cafeteria weren’t new, but they usually happened under the noses of the Alpha students. And they always had a reason.
"It’s just the usual," Taros shrugged casually. "New students showing off. They’ll tire themselves out."
He smirked, clearly entertained by the chaos. Kaito usually found it amusing too—but not today.
Today, he was distracted. Uneasy.
Taros noticed. "You good, bro?"
"Yeah... not really." Kaito’s gaze drifted to the cafeteria doors again. He didn’t want to admit it, but a name circled his thoughts like a storm: Angel. The kid was reckless, clearly not used to the rules of this place.
If there was trouble brewing, he wouldn’t be surprised if Angel was at the center of it.
"You wanna check?" Taros asked, nodding toward the noise.
Kaito hesitated, then shook his head. "Nah. Anyway, what about your girlfriend?"
Taros scoffed, instantly knowing who Kaito was referring to. "Come on, that wasn’t a girlfriend. Just a one-night thing during the Luna girls’ visit. You know how it is."
Kaito didn’t respond. His gaze was back on the cafeteria. Focused. Sharpened.
Then, louder than before, a chant erupted.
"ANGEL! ANGEL! ANGEL!"
The tables banged in rhythm. Students roared the name like it belonged to a legend.
Taros straightened, startled. "What the hell...?"
Kaito didn’t wait. He was already moving fast, controlled and dangerous.
"I knew it," he hissed, dashing toward the entrance.
Taros stared after him, stunned. That reaction? That urgency? It wasn’t normal. Not from Kaito.
He clenched his jaw and followed.
Something was going on.
Something about Angel. And Taros was determined to find out what.