Don't Touch My Ears

In the school’s gym equipment room, the transfer student pinned the female lead against the wall in a patch of sunlight, playing with the tip of her fluffy ear as she smiled lightly.

*“If you move another inch, the whole school will know that the top student’s ears turn redder than a cat in heat.”

“You can do whatever you want… as long as you keep my ‘secret.’”*

Yet the crux of this “secret” seemed to hold a deeper meaning…