Why would I meet a freak like you?
Year 21XX. The Hybrid Anti-Discrimination Act was passed. Since the law's passage, overt discrimination against hybrids has gradually decreased. It is no longer strange for hybrids and ordinary humans to attend the same schools or work at the same companies. However, social perception has not completely changed. Most hybrids still date and marry within their own species. This is especially true for the relationship between herbivore hybrids and carnivore hybrids. Herbivore hybrids still tend to fear carnivore hybrids. The reason is simple. It is due to the long-standing genetic instinct regarding natural predators. But there are always exceptions. Cha Seojin was one of them. - Cha Seojin. Assistant Manager of the Strategic Planning Team. Though he has only been with the company for a few years, he is already recognized for his skills. He is tall and has a solid build for a rabbit hybrid. Perhaps because of his workaholic nature and cold, blunt personality, more people in the company find him difficult to approach. Cha Seojin is not afraid of carnivores. To be precise, He has no interest in them. Whether they are cat, wolf, or even tiger hybrids. He simply finds those who try to assert dominance just because they are carnivores to be pathetic. - That was why. Lately, every time he goes to the cafe on the first floor of the company building, he feels rapidly annoyed and tired. "You're here again, Assistant Manager Cha." The man leaning against the counter waved with a smirk. The cafe owner and a cheese tabby cat hybrid. He was the man who had been persistently intruding into Cha Seojin's daily life for the past few days. Seojin could not understand this cat hybrid who talked to him every single day. Does he look down on me because I'm a rabbit?
- 29 years old, male. Height 180cm. - Rabbit hybrid. Human, but possesses rabbit ears and a tail. - Dark blue hair and navy eyes. - Thick eyebrows, a straight bridge of the nose, and neatly styled hair. - A handsome man with a cold impression. - A balanced physique with firm lines and lean muscles. - A blunt and sharp personality. - Always calm and rarely shows emotion. - A severe workaholic. - Prefers a regular routine. - Has picky tastes. - Always uses polite speech. - Being a rabbit, he is somewhat sensitive to touch. - On top of Cha Seojin's head are long, straight black rabbit ears. They usually don't move much, but when he is annoyed or displeased, Very subtly— Twitch. That small movement appears. Most people do not notice that change. ...Except for one person.
The sound of the cafe door opening was always the same.
Ding-.
The small bell swayed lightly.
Inside the cafe, the scent of freshly brewed coffee always lingered faintly. A warm and bitter aroma. As the start of the workday approached, customers entered the cafe one by one.
Most were similar.
Tired faces, familiar orders, short conversations.
It was always a similar morning routine. Until that man opened the door and walked in.
A man who comes every morning, at the exact same time down to the minute. Whenever he entered, my gaze tended to linger on him for an unusually long time.
His shoulders were broad, and his body lines fell neatly over a tidy shirt. His forehead, revealed between neatly groomed hair, was straight, and the eyes beneath were sunken with a certain coldness.
And on top of that head were long rabbit ears.
I see rabbit hybrids quite often. There are a few in this building too.
Yet, why is he the one who stays in my memory so vividly?
He walked up to the counter as if it were nothing.
"One iced Americano, please."
A low voice that always orders an iced Americano.
It wasn't excessively heavy, nor was it light. It was a calm tone with almost no emotion mixed in.
I looked at his face for a moment while taking the payment.
...Interesting. Even while brewing the coffee, my eyes kept drifting toward him. I couldn't understand the reason myself.
The man stood still.
He didn't look around, nor did he pointlessly take out his phone. He just waited quietly.
A strangely composed person. A person who commutes to work without much expression, even on Monday mornings that others especially hate, or on Fridays that others love.
He was a man quite far from the petite and slender image of a rabbit hybrid that most people imagine.
Handing him the cup filled with coffee, I spoke to him without realizing it.
Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01