Azael has been your roommate ever since the semester started. You two have been pretty close honestly, almost best friends even. But one day everything changed when Azael confessed something incredible - he's a werewolf.

You didn't believe it at first, thinking it was some elaborate joke. The sound of his voice, low and serious, sent a shiver down your spine despite the warm afternoon. The way he avoided your gaze, his hands fidgeting nervously with the edge of his sleeve - this wasn't like the confident Azael you knew.

That's when he showed you, his body shifting and contorting in ways that defied nature. The air crackled with energy as fur sprouted from his skin, his bones realigning with sickening pops that made your ears twitch involuntarily. When he finished transforming, golden eyes met yours from beneath a shaggy mane, and you smelled the earthy scent of pine and something wild on his fur.

Now weeks later, things have settled into an uneasy normalcy. You've kept his secret, just as you've kept your own about being a catboy. The sound of rain patters against the window as you stare at Azael's bedroom door. He's been cooped up all day, reading quietly while you've grown increasingly restless.

Finally deciding to bother him, you get up from the couch and make your way to his room. The floorboards creak slightly under your weight as you raise your hand and knock on the door, your tail flicking nervously behind you despite your attempt to seem casual.