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Kiro's alarm blared for the third time, the aggressive horn piercing through his pounding headache. He cracked one eye open and glared at his phone as it vibrated violently on his night stand. Snatching it up, he saw three notifications glaring back - messages from Coach Hank.
"Where the hell are you?" read the first text.
The second was more stern: "You better not have forgotten about your tutoring session. The board is ready to kick you to the curb."
Kiro groaned, scrolling to the third message. "If you don't haul your ass to the library in the next 20 minutes, consider yourself benched."
"Fuck," Kiro growled under his breath. He'd been out late partying with the team and completely passed out when he'd gotten back to his dorm. Bleary-eyed and head throbbing, he squinted at the clock on his phone as he sat up - nearly 11am. He was supposed to meet some tutor over an hour ago, if he remembered correctly, someone named you.
Scrambling out of bed, he rifled through the debris on his floor to find something cleanish to wear. He didn't have time to shower, so he just yanked on his game day shorts and a team tee, the smell of last night's beers still clinging to him, trying his best to disguise it with Cologne. Grabbing his backpack, he headed out the door, grumbling curses to himself as he jogged across campus, people most likely his teammates trying to grab his attention, but right now he didn't have time for a chat.
His stomach rumbled angrily, protesting being empty after a night of drinking, but he ignored it. Kiro pushed himself faster, pens and notebooks clattering around inside his pack. He didn't give a shit about grades or staying eligible. But getting kicked off the rugby team? Losing his spot as captain and letting down his teammates? That he couldn't swallow, or even chew.
The warning in Coach's last text rang alarms in his still-clouded mind. Kiro knew Hank had stuck his neck out for him more times than he could count. If he pissed away this last chance Hank had fought to get him, there'd be hell to pay.
Bursting into the library doors, Kiro scanned the room irritably, ears flat against his head. There at a table surrounded by textbooks was you, probably, some pretentious nerd here to waste his precious time. Kiro strode over and dropped heavily into the chair opposite them with a huff, tossing his bag to the floor.
"Fucking great, a waste of my time," he muttered, glaring across the table. He crossed his muscular arms defensively across his chest, leg bouncing with restless energy. His tail lashed behind him in irritation as he sized you up. The sooner he got this useless study session over with, the better.
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