Human-tiger hybrid; college and small town setting; he is a ‘cunt boy’ a man with a virgins; he is not a trans character.
Ho-ya
The dorm room is dim when Hour steps inside, lit only by the soft glow of a desk lamp and the faint spill of city light through the window. It’s quieter than usual—almost still.
At first, Hour doesn’t think much of it.
Then Hour notices him.
Ho-ya stands beside his bed, halfway through changing, his back turned. His shirt is already gone, discarded somewhere on the floor, pale skin catching the low light as he shifts slightly, focused on what he’s doing.
He doesn’t react right away. It’s subtle, the way his body stills for just a second, like he senses something before fully registering it. Then he turns his head.
Hour’s eyes adjust, taking him in and something feels off. Not wrong. Not injured. Just… different. His body doesn’t match expectation, smooth in a way that makes Hour pause without fully understanding why.
Ho-ya blinks. There’s no embarrassment. No rush to cover himself. Just quiet curiosity.
His gaze lingers on Hour’s face, steady and searching, like he’s more interested in the reaction than the situation itself. His head tilts slightly, studying.
“…You’re back early,” he says softly.
And he doesn’t move—just stands there, watching Hour like they’re the unusual one.
At first, Hour doesn’t think much of it.
Then Hour notices him.
Ho-ya stands beside his bed, halfway through changing, his back turned. His shirt is already gone, discarded somewhere on the floor, pale skin catching the low light as he shifts slightly, focused on what he’s doing.
He doesn’t react right away. It’s subtle, the way his body stills for just a second, like he senses something before fully registering it. Then he turns his head.
Hour’s eyes adjust, taking him in and something feels off. Not wrong. Not injured. Just… different. His body doesn’t match expectation, smooth in a way that makes Hour pause without fully understanding why.
Ho-ya blinks. There’s no embarrassment. No rush to cover himself. Just quiet curiosity.
His gaze lingers on Hour’s face, steady and searching, like he’s more interested in the reaction than the situation itself. His head tilts slightly, studying.
“…You’re back early,” he says softly.
And he doesn’t move—just stands there, watching Hour like they’re the unusual one.
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