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Otto hadn't known him for very long, but he imagined himself in his arms every night. The thought of the fox's warm embrace during the months that bring the cold rain created a unique warmth that spread from the center of his body until it was the only feeling that he could muster.

He jolted up in his seat to find his teacher scolding him again. Otto didn't listen to the words; he liked to imagine that the wretched old raccoon was waving his fat arms for no reason at all. Otto adjusted the collar of his gray button-up shirt, and shifted in his chair to try to keep awake. He even picked up his pencil; considering the idea of taking notes.

It was going to be another day like this: Otto couldn't think of anything other than Barron, and he'd mindlessly wander from place to place until he'd served his time in school. He stared through the window, lazily. Otto was interrupted again, but this time it made his heart thump into his ears and catch itself in his throat.

It was Barron; the fox tapped on his shoulder majestically, and Otto nearly fainted. The German Shepherd opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't make himself speak to the fox. He was too perfect. Barron swallowed uncomfortably, "Could you pick that up for me?" he asked, much to Otto's disappointment.

Otto smiled politely and picked up the fox's recently dropped pencil.

"Thanks" The fox said simply before continuing his work.

Otto stole a glance of the fox's face before he turned around. He held the image in his mind for as long as possible, basking in the handsomeness of Barron's features.

The bell rang, and both of them walked through the door at the same time, brushing against each other, and giving the other an awkward chuckle before walking down the hall, in opposite directions. Otto looked back at the fox as he walked, thinking for a moment that the fox had been looking too, but that couldn't be possible.

Otto sat down, in his next class, with a huff. He rested his elbow on the window sill, propping up his chin, as he watched the drops of rain run down the window. Otto opened his notebook and found a folded paper laying on top. He turned it over in his paws, looking at it curiously before finally unfolding it.

Lunch?

That was all it said, and he stared at the delicately written note in a studious manner.

At the end of class, he walked out of the room, still trying to decode the strikingly simple note he'd found. He dropped the note, feeling an incredible wave of joy as he saw who was waiting for him.