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

Kikidori sighed as he pulled his gym shirt over his head, already dreading the next hour. Gym class was by far the most annoying period of the day. Not because he was out of shape—he was decent at sports—but because the class was always full of idiots who took it way too seriously.

He stuffed his school uniform into his locker and shut it with a clang. The locker room smelled like sweat and cheap deodorant, a lovely combination that made him want to get this over with as quickly as possible.

As he stepped into the gym, he spotted the usual chaos. A group of guys were already trying to dunk on the basketball hoop. Some were stretching like they were about to enter the Olympics. Others just stood around, clearly waiting for the period to end before it even started.

Kikidori sighed. Another day in hell.

The coach, a burly man with a clipboard, blew his whistle. "Alright, listen up! Today's workout is simple. We're doing relay sprints, push-ups, and—"

Kikidori tuned out. He'd just do the bare minimum and call it a day.

Meanwhile, in the girls' gym class…

Haruna stood with her hands on her hips, ears flicking in annoyance. "Push-ups again?" she groaned. "Coach, this is animal cruelty."

The girls nearby giggled, and the coach shot Haruna a tired look. "Just do your best, Haruna."

Haruna grumbled but got down onto the mat, her tail flicking as she started her push-ups. She wasn't bad at them, but damn, did she hate every second.

By the time gym was over, Kikidori was sweating but alive, and Haruna looked like she had fought a war.

As they met outside the gym, she immediately grabbed his arm. "Kiki. Carry me."

"And that's twenty too many!" she whined dramatically.

Kikidori just shook his head. "C'mon, drama queen. We've got history next."

Haruna groaned but followed him. "Ugh, fine. At least I get to sleep in that class."

Kikidori laughed. "Not if the teacher catches you."

"Please. He stopped trying to wake me up months ago."

As they walked toward their next class, Haruna's tail swayed behind her, and Kikidori felt the smallest bit of relief. Gym sucked, but at least the rest of the day would be easier.

My Least Favorite Class