first part of the commission for  steamhooves



My name is BlitzCreed, or Creed for short. I am an average wolf with a light-grey pelt, though what makes me stand out are my green hair and accents on my tail and fur.

It was a line of coincidences and accidents that led me where I am now and changed my life completely. One evening, playing my favourite videogame, I got matched with another player named Mikado who proved to be skilled at it and earned us a victory. In-game connections quickly turned into chatting on social media, and in the blink of an eye we became best friends. It was a welcomed change in my lonely life, where videogames were the only joy I could afford between struggling to earn enough to pay rent.

Eventually we found out we lived near one another, so Mikado and I decided to move in together to save on rent. The process went smoothly, as we were lucky to find an affordable apartment quickly. Another issue was finding a new job, but I was lucky to fit for a position in another company that operates fully online, which is something I've wanted to try for a while.

And here I stand, hands propped on my hips, admiring the finished renovated look of the apartment after we put all of the furniture together. Mikado stands alongside me; I quickly look over at the husky and his tall, weighty body barely concealed by his clothes. He has a black-and-white pelt, neat fluffy fur on his neck and kind blue eyes. It's still hard to believe such a huge guy will now be my roommate, but after a while of talking closely he doesn't seem intimidating to me.

"I think I already know who our kitchen will really belong to." I snicker but quickly interrupt myself. "Sorry, that's a rude thing to say." Before I can apologise further, he interrupts me.

"Ah, it's alright, I don't mind." Mikado smiles widely, courtesy of his puffy cheeks, and I can't help but smile back and feel my tail wag.

"Good to know. Let's just hope your habits don't rub off on me!"

We both laugh it off and head off our ways – Mikado, funnily enough, aims for the kitchen, while I go to the bedroom to unpack a few remaining things of mine. As soon as I'm done, I hear the husky call me, and even before I walk into the kitchen I can feel the smell of toast spread through the flat. I suppose I could go for a snack indeed.

Months pass, and I fall into a comfortable routine. Needing less money lets me spend less hours on the job, and the need for commuting is also gone as I don't work in an office, so I usually enjoy the free time by gaming alongside Mikado. He always buys snacks or makes food to go along with it, and to decline it is just a pointless loss, so I hardly notice how snacking becomes a regularity as well, such a pleasant one that I just don't mind it.

"Ready for a rematch against the Stormbringers?"

Mikado sits down at the desk near me and places a bowl of sweets between us. I close the last remaining spreadsheets from my work and eagerly take two candies from the bowl at a time, feeling the other's attentive look on me, and I bet that he's smiling just how he usually does when he watches me eat. It seems to be important to him, so I don't argue against it – and besides, feeling this attention on myself makes me pleasantly giddy.

"I've been waiting for that the whole day," I laugh in response and stuff my face with sweets. My eager movements must've disturbed my clothes, given how my T-shirt rode up, but I just quickly fix it in place to not waste any time as I boot up the game.

It takes no time at all for the sweets bowl to grow empty, even though Mikado excused himself, saying he isn't hungry and that I can have all the candies to myself. We're only halfway through the game when I run out of snacks, so Mikado and I take a break to restock.

I lean on a kitchen counter behind myself while Mikado puts the leftovers from our last meal into the microwave for me. The husky turns around to me, gives my body an attentive look and smirks; self-conscious, I look down, only to realise my T-shirt rode up again.

"We really need to check how we're washing out clothes, mine must've shrunk again." I laugh it off, as usual.

"I can lend you my clothes if yours are too small."

"Come on, they'd be huge on me!"

In response to my huff Mikado just smiles mysteriously, but before I can ask about it I hear the microwave beep, so my attention is turned to the food.