Beastars - Snowy Days [Beastars X M.Reader]

Chapter 15 - Reality or a Dream? [2/3]

A/N: Hey hey, sorry for my absence. Been really in a bad place mentally and writing this story was just not it. Regardless, I also lost a good chunk of this chapter, adding more to the burden and frustration to write. Fuck you Wattpad.

I honestly wish I could just not fucking write this cringe ass fic but fucking whatever. Enjoy this shitshow.

[Making a three part out of this, until the drive to continue this putrid fic comes knocking on my door again. Till then.]

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As (Y/N) walked, gaze to the ground, he felt his tail swish from one side to the other with every step.

The voices of herbivores he passed by, whispered cautionary words that echoed in his round, sensitive ears.

"Stay out of his way, you heard the news.. Don't be near any carnivore." They warned, their words dripping with fear and apprehension. He could feel the stares he was receiving. Glaring holes behind his back.

"G-Got it!" The white furred Leopard's face hardened, brows furrowing slightly in response to their ignorant assumptions.

Just because he wasn't looking up didn't mean he couldn't hear them. Annoyed, he stuffed his hands inside his pockets, eager to escape the building and it's judgmental atmosphere.

People's gazes had always been different when they looked at him, and it never failed to ignite a sense of injustice within himself. But now wasn't the time to dwell on it.

He turned around the corner, determined to focus on his planned rendezvous with Sheila. A small smile quickly blossoming over his lips.

However, before he could fully immerse himself in his thoughts, distant sounds of grunting and whimpering reverberated down the hall. Instinctively, his posture straightened, his senses sharpening as he homed in on the corridor from which the distressing sounds emanated.

"NO! Stop it!" The desperate cry, laced with fear, sliced through the quiet of the hallway, seizing (Y/N)'s attention with its piercing urgency. A chill skated down his spine, making some of his fur stand-on end.

That.. That didn't resonate with anything good.

With his brows knitting together in concern, he quickened his stride, heart starting to hammer inside his chest, propelled by the need to act.

As he hastened around the corner, the noises intensified, painting a more vivid soundscape of the struggle ahead—a cacophony of scuffling feet, the squeal of sneakers against the polished floor, and the ragged dance of desperate breaths intermingling in the air.

All of it didn't escape his sharp feline ears.

But as (Y/N) rounded the corner, his momentum came to an abrupt, jarring stop as he entered the next corridor, confronted with the scene unfolding before him.

A brown-furred Grey Wolf was ensnared in the tight grip of a Raccoon student, her struggles evident even from a distance. The Leopard's eyes narrowed in a mingled expression of alarm and bewilderment, his hackles raising as his mind slowly acknowledged the scene.

"Juno....?" The name escaped his lips in a murmur, recognition dawning upon seeing the Wolf's distinctive, curly fur.

Behind the Raccoon, a Golden Eagle stood imperiously, his phone outstretched towards Juno, brandishing the screen like a gavel of judgment.