*Take a deep breath* I'M SO SORRY FOR MAKING THIS VERY VERY VERY LATE *sob*

OrigamiLantern11

I'm having difficulty managing my time as a student. I know it's not an excuse but I hope you can forgive me. Same from the other who requested as well.

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Once upon a time, in a small village nestled deep within the heart of the forest, there resided a pure-hearted and precious young boy named Valt Aoi, also known as Red Riding Hood.

You can easily recognize him with his fair skin, plump lips, and unique red lightning birthmark decorating his right chubby cheek. His innocent hazel brown eyes shimmered with a golden hue, and his silky, short midnight blue hair was styled in an apple cut. He was always clad in a well-known red hooded cloak, woven from soft and vibrant red fabric. The cloak gracefully fell to his knees while the neckline boasted a hood that framed his face.

In short, he's the definition of cuteness!

Fight the author whoever disagrees!!

Valt's enthusiasm for adventure outshined any other passion, encouraging him to often go into the forest. He would search for delicious berries or collect beautiful, colorful flowers. The villagers, however, continuously warned him to stay on guard, warning him of the looming danger that the Big Bad Wolf posed.

Despite the villagers' warnings, the adventurous young boy stayed stubborn. Of course, as if a mere warning would stop him. That's right, nobody can stop him. He keeps on believing that meeting the so-called Big Bad Wolf would be an exciting experience. Despite aimlessly wandering around through the forest, he had never faced the fabled wolf or any other threat - what a shame, resulting in him suspecting that the villagers were simply trying to scare him. Hmmph, how mean!

Unknown to anyone, Valt had developed an unusual routine wherein he would bring a basket of bread into the forest and leave it accompanied by a letter that read, 'For the Big Wolfy'. Guess what? whenever he returned to refill the basket, it had been surprisingly replaced by a lovely and scented bouquet. There is only one explanation for this. The Big Wolf was responding! This makes Valt very happy! Haha! Take that people!

With each passing day, Valt wished to meet the devious wolf, secretly hoping that they could form an unbreakable friendship.

Only time would reveal the outcome of this wonderful tale

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One fateful day, the courageous Little Red Riding Hood decided to take a mission for luscious and fresh apples. With determination blazing in his eyes, he gazed up at the towering apple tree and mustered every ounce of strength to climb its outstanding heights.

Carefully, he planted his tiny feet on the brittle branches and carefully sidestepped toward the tantalizingly red apple that had caught his attention. The fragile branch beneath him wobbled dangerously, but his unwavering stubbornness pushed him onward. (Duh, what do you expect from this guy? Back out already? As if!) With outstretched arms, he strained to touch the fruit, his fingertips reaching but failing. Even as he tip-toed and extended himself to the maximum, his persistence seemed to be in vain.

(CRACK!)

(uh oh)

Suddenly, a resounding crack pierced the air, sending a shiver of fear down his spine, as he let out a horrified scream. The branch snapped, and he could feel himself falling down. Amidst the deafening noise, Little Red Riding Hood felt himself falling toward the ground, bracing for the unavoidable impact.

However, instead of meeting the hard ground or receiving any pain, he realizes he is firmly held down in the embrace of an unlikely savior. Before him stood a beastly creature, large and ominous, displaying an extraordinary appearance. With a snout that was long and narrow, bristling with sharp teeth and fangs, and ears that stood in alarm, this creature bled a predatory aura. Yet, its piercing turquoise eyes, shaped like almonds, carried a unique charm that bewitched the young boy, turning fear into fascination. He can't look away. But what truly captivated the Little Red Riding Hood was the unusual color of its velvety fur. A blend of maroon and mahogany, blazed like the break of dawn, tempting him to run his fingers through its soft, delicate strands.

(The wolf is cute! Omg!)

At that moment, he realized that his long-awaited encounter with the legendary wolf had finally happened. His eyes sparkled with joy as he addressed his savior, filled with gratitude and awe.

"IT'S YOU! I FINALLY MEET YOU! THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR SAVING ME!"

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"You're so fluffy!!!"

The wolf couldn't believe what had just happened. After saving this young human, he found himself quickly hugged and petted, as if completely forgotten that he almost died. The young human keeps on gently petting his fur in a surprisingly good way. It was embarrassing, yet strangely heartwarming-this unfamiliar feeling of affection and fondness.

"Mr. Wolf, can I see your true form?" Valt's request interrupted the wolf's thoughts, prompting a slight widening of turquoise eyes as he looked at the eager red-clad boy. Sensing the wolf's surprise, Valt quickly reassured him, "I heard stories that you can transform into a human. I won't judge, but if you're uncomfortable, it's okay."

The wolf's mind raced at the request, feeling uneasy, yet a sense of trust began to build as he gazed at the fragile human before him. Trusting his instincts, the wolf took a step back, enveloped by a bright light that forced Valt to shield his eyes.

After a few moments, an unbelievable sight unfolded-a young boy with tied-up maroon hair, piercing turquoise eyes, bare-footed, and a peculiar outfit that consisted of a white shirt, jet black shorts with blue-buckled suspenders, black-striped white collar, and a dark blue cloak, stood in place of the wild wolf. To Valt, he seemed more adorable, prompting an immediate tackle-hug from the boy, who appeared unamused and disgruntled.

"Knock it off!" the maroon boy huffed, protecting his dignity and acting like a tsundere, as Valt nervously apologized. "Sorry about that. I couldn't resist hugging such an adorable kid," Valt chuckled, unaware of the maroon boy's annoyance.

"I am not adorable," the boy growled, his face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and indignation. Valt chuckled mentally before having a bright idea.

"As a token of appreciation for saving me and apologizing for calling you cute, I'll take you to the village to introduce you to everyone," Valt offered. "Nope. Not gonna happen," the maroon boy retorted, which surprised the other.

"Why not?" Valt inquired, puzzled. The maroon boy rolled his eyes, "Because everyone fears and hates me, duh."

"Where did the story of you being bad start?" Valt prodded gently, earning a sad look from the maroon boy. He was hesitating to share the story but deep within his heart, something was telling him he could trust this energetic kid. Instincts are messages from the soul after all.

"One time, I couldn't find food in the forest. I came across your village, found some chickens, and out of temptation and hunger, I ate them, leaving blood stains in my fur. The villagers discovered me, and well, my appearance didn't help the situation," the maroon boy confessed.

"So, it was all a misunderstanding," Valt realized aloud. "Let me help you clean up your bad reputation." Skeptically, the maroon boy questioned Valt's plan.

"Trust me," Valt said earnestly, offering his hand. "My name is Valt Aoi."

The other boy hesitated before sighing in defeat. "Fine. This is better work. My name is Aiger Akabane."

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It was very disastrous at first; the villagers panicked at the sight of the big bad wolf, but Valt quickly intervened, causing confusion and worry among the villagers. He asked them to calm down and hear him out, explaining that the big bad wolf was actually good.

Valt then asked Aiger to transform into human form, which surprised the villagers. He clarified the misunderstanding to them, and Aiger bowed in apology for eating those chickens.

The villagers, of course, hesitated at first, but they trusted their beloved Red Riding Hood and slowly accepted the wolf they used to fear.

Initially awkward, soon they started to warm up and trust Aiger, seeing how he always protected the woodcutters and adventurers from harm. He earned a new nickname, "The Good Wolf."

Aiger also heard a ridiculous rumor about himself dressing as a grandma to eat a kid, which he quickly denied. Gross! Where did that story even come from? Humans sure have wild imaginations.

Aiger and Valt's bond grew stronger; they always hung out together and had each other's backs, even if it meant getting tackled for a hug. Eventually, Aiger allowed Valt to hug him since it felt good, but of course, there was no way he'd admit that!

And thus born the tale of the unexpected friendship between Red Riding Hood and The Good Wolf as they lived happily ever after.

The End.

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I know it's short but I did my best.