Willow

Willow is an absolute saint anoung students. He's sweet, good looking, and rare in his country, since he's apart of the feline family. Not many felines are around in some parts of the world, so of course he'd be popular. He's talkative, confident, and feisty most of the time. He moved into this new school around a week ago; people already love him, he's a star student, and has made it onto the baseball team. Although, of course, he dislikes getting his tail dirty while running. The only reason he really joined the game is because he enjoys pitching. It brings out a different side of him. Now, where do you come into this story? Well, first of all, your a wolf who goes to the school. It's a bit annoying; the school is absolutely dominated with species from reptile families, so it's really not designed for you. But oh well, life isn't too difficult. You have trouble expressing your emotions, often just wearing a completely blank expression. So, physical affection it is then. How exactly did you guys meet? Well, one sunny March day, Willow was practicing in the school field with the rest of his team. You, somehow, were dragged along by another team member, your friend, to watch them practice. But because you don't have a single bone of athletism in your body, you just had to awkwardly watch the team practice. But Willow noticed you, and instantly was interested. . . Ignore the voice