My Crush is a Werewolf

It started with sleeping in class, coincided with the time when the teacher was strict who hated lazy students. As a result, he was kicked out of the classroom, changed to the backyard of the school to pull the grass thoroughly. His sentence had just ended after dusk, until his body felt immeasurably tired. Key mumbled a promise in his heart, not going to look for any more trouble with teachers who like to torture their own students. The sun goes down, back to the contest. Key walked down a deserted street with a forest backdrop. Under the moonlight, accompanied by the twinkling of scattered stars and the night wind that blows slowly. The sound of rustling leaves becomes a natural melody that he ignores. Until the sound of a girl's cry floated slowly in the dark night. Key paused, looking in any direction. His fur stood on end with a feeling of dread coming over him. Even though Key denies the forest where ghosts live, the goosebumps are hard to erase. With all his courage, Key approached the origin of the sob. Hiding behind a bush with a beating heart. Examine further the object that has been served. Key was transfixed in a few minutes. Finding a beautiful girl like an angel descending from the sky was crying squeaky. Key stepped out of hiding. Approach the woman with a brain filled with questions. A flash of thought also popped up, what if this girl was a victim of a crime? Or maybe even stealth? "Hey! Are you okay? What are you doing all night alone in the woods, huh?" asked Key with a worried expression, his eyes looking around warily. The girl looked up, revealing a beautiful face with puffy eyes. "Help... I'm lost." "What?" Key frowned, all his assumptions had gone horribly wrong. "Let me take you home. Where's your home?" asked Key, sympathetically. The girl shook her head weakly as she looked down, fiddling with her delicate fingers. "I... I don't know." Again, Key was transfixed. That answer managed to obliterate the idea of helping into a dead end. Could it be that this girl had just experienced a difficult situation that left her in a daze? Key scanned the surroundings one last time. There was only darkness and silence. There was no other way. "Alright! You can stay at my house for a while," Key broke off with a solution. "Really?" "Hmm." Key nodded, reassuringly. Key saw a twinkling smile on the girl's face, but soon her smile faded away. In its place was a look of annoyance and sadness that she displayed. "But I sprained my leg. I can't stand up, let alone walk," she squeaked. With a small snort, Key quickly crouched down to give her a firm back. "Let's get on!" "Get on your back? No need! It'll be too much trouble for you," the girl refused, embarrassed. "Tsk, don't talk so much! Get on or I'll leave you here. Alone!" threatened Key, seriously. Finally, the girl complied. Hugging Key's body from behind, they walked through the darkness. There was only silence and the moon for light. Without anyone knowing, there was apparently a racing thump hidden in the silence. "I'm Key Ludwig, by the way. What's your name?" Key asked, breaking the silence. "Ah, my name is Kyra." The girl carved a small, awkward smile. "You really don't have a home or family to contact?" Key asked again, a little urgently. Kyra shook her head weakly, "I don't know, all I remember is that my name is Kyra." After that, there was silence again. They were lost in each other's thoughts. Key thought maybe Kyra had experienced something that made her forget her memory. Let Key think of a solution for this girl later. Kyra accidentally felt something. It was sweat pouring down her cheeks and a loud gasp of breath. As time passed, Key's pace slowed down. Kyra began to worry about Key's condition who was holding a heavy burden. "Ludwig, are you okay?" There was no answer, only Key's heavy breathing. "Ludwig?!" Kyrra repeated again, her anxiety rising. "Put me down now, Ludwig!" "Shut up, it'll be here soon." "But--" Kyra's words were cut off, Key walked staggeringly with Kyra still in his arms. Entering the modest house where there was no warm welcome from the family. Key was quite relieved to know that his father went out of town. This way, he wouldn't have the trouble of finding answers for bringing a woman into the house. "So, this is your house?" Kyra asked once she was lowered onto the sofa. "No, it's not. My neighbor's house," Key replied, annoyed with a gasp. "Uh, really? Then why are we here? Where's your house, Ludwig? Are you staying at your neighbor's house?" Key rolled his eyeballs. How could he meet such an innocent girl who was now happy to talk. The young man got up as soon as he felt a little tired. Grabbing something, he returned with a white box. "Give me your leg!" "What for?" Kyra gave a suspicious look. "Already, just do it!" Kyra gave her both legs, immediately Key applied massage oil on the sprained leg. A slight blush spread across her face as Key massaged the girl's foot nimbly. The girl moaned several times, until her leg was completely healed. "After this, clean yourself up!" Key tossed Kyra his small white shirt, then he went to clean up as well *** Not long after taking a shower, Key came out with a towel hanging around his neck. Drops of water still flowed through his jet black mane. Inadvertently his sense of smell caught a fragrant aroma from the kitchen. As soon as he saw it, it was Sakurako who was busy serving food on the table. "You cook?" Whether it's a question or a statement, it managed to stop Kyra's activities in making spices. Kyra turned around for a moment while giving a big smile. "Ah, I made dinner. Sorry for being rude to use your kitchen without permission," she said. "Hmm." Key answered ambiguously. Pull up a chair and then sit down. His eyes looked suspiciously at every food served on the table. "You didn't put anything weird in this dish, did you?" "Something strange? You mean Ludwig?" "Some kind of poison, drugs or something." "What? Seriously!" Kyra shrieked. "I have to be careful because you're a foreigner, you might have other intentions." Kyra puffed out her cheeks, annoyed. However, since her stomach was already hungry, she ignored everything that annoyed her. Kyra chose to sit across from Key. Immediately bribe the food he made wholeheartedly. Her activities stopped knowing Key just stared at her in silence. "Ludwig, you're not eating?" she asked anxiously. "Not." "I didn't put anything in this food, really!" Kyra spoke reassuringly. Even though she doesn't mind. After all, her stomach is still able to accommodate all this food. "Tsk, I can't believe it." Suddenly an idea crossed Kyra's head. Ludwig, how about we eat on the same plate?" "What?" snapped Key. "That way you'll believe that I didn't put poison or drugs in," Kyra clapped her hands happily, "wow, I see scenes like that in dramas a lot." "Not!" said Key. Kyra puffed out her cheeks. However, Kyra is not her name if she just gives up. "Come on! How about I feed you? Yeah? Yeah?" Kyra said as she scooped up the food and pointed it at Key's mouth. For some reason, Key's cheeks turned red when Kyra wanted to feed herself like a baby. "You think I'm a kid, huh?" "Then, what should I do to get Ludwig to eat, heum?" "Never mind, I don't hung——" Kruuukkk .... "--ry" Key's face turned red as his stomach argued. In his heart he grumbled with various curses. Meanwhile, Kyra giggled softly at the voice just now. Unable to bear the embarrassment, Key moved to leave. However, Kyra held Key's arm and handed him another spoonful of rice. "Ludwig, you should eat first. Your stomach is hungry!" "Stop! I want to sleep!" "No! Eat first." "Let go of my hand!" "Not!" "Let go!" "N-ah...." As a result of the attraction being too strong, the two of them fell down with Key on top of Kyra. They were too close together, so they stared at each other. The heart was racing, accompanied by a strange roar. However, the two of them didn't budge. "Ehem!" They both turned. Seeing a woman in her 18s, was crossing her arms, staring at the two of them. "Katty!" shouted Key while glaring in surprise. "Am I disturbing, Key?" said Key's sister, half sarcastically. She stood cross-legged in the doorway.