Ookami-san Wa Taberaretai File

“Of course you are.”

“Ookami-san,” Takeda said, turning to her with that quiet, unassuming smile. “Will you let me feed you for the rest of your immortal life?” Ookami-san wa Taberaretai

“Takeda-sensei,” the principal said weakly, “is that… a wolf?” “Of course you are

Her ears went scarlet. Her tail thumped against the cabinet. The principal quietly backed out of the room. “Of course you are.” “Ookami-san

She blinked.

The autumn leaves had just begun to dust the forest path when Takeda Ryoichi first saw her.

“So,” he said, pulling a small bento box from his backpack, “I made too much lunch. Ginger pork with a honey-soy glaze, tamagoyaki, and pickled daikon. It’s not subpar.”