Raiko_kutima

Kikidori and Haruna have been inseparable since daycare, their bond unshaken by time, distance, or the judgmental whispers of their classmates. But Haruna isn’t like other girls—born with real cat ears and a tail, she’s been treated as an outcast her entire life. And Kikidori? He’s the only one who’s ever truly accepted her.

Now, in their senior year of high school, they find themselves sharing a dorm, navigating the challenges of school, relationships, and the ever-present bullying that comes with being too close to someone different. Kikidori faces daily harassment for standing by her side, while Haruna hides her pain behind playful meows and mischievous teasing.

But as their friendship deepens, emotions grow more complicated. Between late-night cuddles, flirtatious jokes, and a tension neither of them fully understands yet, they’ll have to figure out just how much their bond truly means—and whether it’s destined to be more than just friendship.

One thing is certain: this year is going to be anything but ordinary.

My Cat-Eared Best Friend

The classroom was dead silent except for the occasional sound of pens scratching against paper and the faint rustling of test sheets. The teacher sat at his desk, flipping through a magazine, clearly uninterested in whether his students were thriving or drowning in their exams.

Kikidori, sitting near the window, had his head down, laser-focused on his test. He wasn't a genius or anything, but he knew how to get by. At least the questions made sense.

Her ears twitched furiously as she stared at her paper like it had just insulted her entire bloodline. Her tail flicked behind her in frustration, and she had the same intense expression she usually wore when trying to open a bag of chips that just would not cooperate.

Kikidori smirked. Yep. She's struggling.

Haruna let out a tiny, defeated mew before slumping onto her desk.

He leaned over slightly, whispering, "You good?"

She slowly turned her head to face him, golden eyes wide with panic. "Kiki… what the fuck is a quadratic function?"

Kikidori bit back a laugh. "Haruna, we've gone over this like a hundred times."

"Yeah, and every time my brain deletes the information five minutes later!" She poked at her test paper like it personally offended her. "This might as well be written in ancient dragon runes."

Kikidori sighed, glancing toward the teacher. Still busy with his magazine. Good.

"Alright, look," he whispered, scooting his chair a little closer. "Remember the formula I showed you?"

She squinted. "Uhhh… was it the one that looks like a sad face?"

He groaned. "No, that's a parabola."

Kikidori pinched the bridge of his nose. "Focus, Haruna."

She huffed but leaned in, ears twitching attentively. He quickly jotted down a simpler example on a scrap piece of paper and started explaining. To her credit, she actually tried to follow along this time.

"Okay, okay," she muttered after a few minutes, tapping her pencil against her chin. "So… if x is negative, I gotta flip the whole equation, right?"

Haruna gasped. "I'm a fucking genius!"

A few students glanced over. Kikidori covered his face with his hand. "Haruna, whisper."

She gave a sheepish grin. "Right. Stealth genius."

Kikidori chuckled and leaned back in his chair. "Alright, now try solving that question on your own."

Haruna stared at her test for a few seconds, tail twitching as she scribbled something down. She paused, checked it again, then suddenly gasped dramatically.

He raised an eyebrow. "Lemme see."

She shoved her paper in front of him. And, to his surprise… she actually got it right.

"Hey, not bad," he said, impressed.

Haruna grinned like a cat who had just stolen a fish. "Hell yeah! Watch out, world—I'm about to become a math god!"

Kikidori smirked. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. You still have fifteen more questions."

Her smile dropped instantly. "...Wait. What?"

Haruna looked down. Then back at him. Then down again.

Her ears flattened. "I hate everything."

Kikidori just laughed as he went back to his own test. At least she got one right. That was progress.

My Confused Cat