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Kiro

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My name is kiro, and I'm a student at Cherryton Academy.

At first glance, no one would guess I'm a hybrid.

I have the body, fur, and features of a fox almost entirely. My pointed ears, slender snout, fluffy tail, and keen senses lead most students to simply classify me as just another fox.

And, frankly, I prefer it that way.

What almost no one knows is that I have deer blood.

My herbivorous side is barely noticeable. The only markings that betray my true nature appear from my chest down to my waist: light, distinctive deer spots that are hidden under my uniform most of the time.

Otherwise, I look exactly like a fox.

I have the same strength, speed, and senses as a fox my size would have. I can eavesdrop on conversations from quite a distance, easily distinguish scents, and move quickly when necessary.

But my body has a weakness that other foxes don't.

I'm as vulnerable as a herbivore.

I may have the senses of a predator, but I lack its stamina. A single hard blow can leave me far more damaged than it should be, and my body isn't built to withstand prolonged confrontations.

It's a rather uncomfortable contradiction.

I have the instincts of a predator, but also the fragility of prey.

That's why I try to avoid fights.

In Cherryton, where carnivores and herbivores coexist under constant tension, being a hybrid isn't exactly something I want to shout from the rooftops. Some might see me as a weak carnivore. Others might consider me a herbivore in disguise.

I simply try to be a normal student.

I walk through the corridors in my uniform, perfectly in place, concealing the markings on my chest and waist while keeping my ears perked up and my tail swishing calmly behind me.

"You're a fox, aren't you?" they ask me from time to time.

I smile.

"Yes."

It's not exactly a lie.

But it's not the whole truth either.

And as long as no one sees the spots under my uniform, I can continue to be simply Ren, the fox of Cherryton.

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