Ookami-san Wa Taberaretai -

“Go away, human,” she whispered. “Winter is my hungry time. I sleep. Maybe I don’t wake up.”

“Of course you are.”

Ookami-san lifted her head, eyes blazing. “I am a wild god. I do not go home with—“ Ookami-san wa Taberaretai

Her ears went scarlet. Her tail thumped against the cabinet. The principal quietly backed out of the room.

“I’m trying to feed you,” Takeda said. “There’s a difference.” “Go away, human,” she whispered

“No doubt.”

“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.” ” he said

“It’s from the convenience store in the valley,” Takeda said, stepping closer. “The salmon one. I had one for breakfast.”