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Yuuta growls in Toge’s face, mouth snapping at him. Toge stays calm, reaching his hand out to brush his hand along Yuuta’s muzzle.
The werewolf growls, eyes dark and feral. Not all transformations are like this, but there are some full moons that are worse than others. Tonight is one of those. Toge knows that Yuuta will regret anything he does come morning, when the effects have worn off, but right now, he could care less.
Toge is used to it. Yuuta snaps and growls and nips, but he’s never seriously injured Toge before. He could, if he truly wanted, but Toge thinks that there’s a part of Yuuta’s werewolf mind that’s aware of Toge being safe.
He smiles, content to sit and pet Yuuta until he calms down—if he does.
“You will be okay.” The robotic voice of Toge’s phone calls out. “You won’t hurt me, Yuuta-kun. I promise.”
Signing while Yuuta is in werewolf form is useless; using text-to-voice is easier. Toge reaches his hand out and runs his fingers through the fur of Yuuta’s muzzle, smiling wider as his fingers slip through it.
Toge presses his forehead to Yuuta’s snout, enjoying the rumbling of his growls.