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Kazuya’s never had a pet and he’s never shown an interest in animals. But watching the runt in a litter of eight getting pushed around by its siblings raised his protective instincts. He skimmed his finger lightly over one of the piglet’s ears and he tried very hard not to smile when it twitched its snout at him.
“I guess I’m not the only one who doesn’t do well in my fights,” Kazuya murmured.
“You shouldn’t get attached, y’know.”
Kazuya fought down a blush at being caught. He looked up from his crouch to see Sawamura leaning over him. “They’re going to be raised for meat. You’re just making it harder for yourself.”
“I’m not getting attached,” Kazuya replied a little too defensively.
Sawamura snorted and shook his head. He straightened his posture and put both hands on his hips.
“Don’t treat them as pets! Listen to me, Miyuki Kazuya! I am being nice to you and sharing wisdom that could be useful to a city boy like you!”
Kazuya stood up and rolled his eyes Sawamura. “Like I said, no one’s getting attached around here.”
Sawamura was persistent though. “Lies! I can see right through you!” He clapped a heavy hand on Kazuya’s shoulder. “Because I know exactly how you feel! When I was six I got attached to one of my grandpa’s chicken. I even named him Ichiro! I cried a lot when I had to behead Ichiro but I learned a lot from that experience!”
Kazuya tried not to shudder at the combination of Sawamura’s awful naming sense and the thought of a airhead like him beheading a chicken.
He tried to pry Sawamura’s hand from his shoulder.
“You’re getting ahead of yourself, Sawa—”
“—But this is really unexpected! Who knew that a cold-hearted city boy who wears glasses could have a soft spot for cute, little piglets!”
To no avail.
“What does wearing glasses have anything to do with it?!”
Even worse, Sawamura threw an arm around his neck as they walked out of the pig pen.
“Don’t worry! Let Sawamura-senpai teach you all about the heartbreak of getting attached to livestock!”