A/N: This is my first Monster Musume fanfiction, so please read, review and subscribe!

Kimihito Kurusu was perhaps what most would consider to be, the average, healthy, high school male. He was eighteen this year, attending the last year of school before pursuing a post-secondary education. He had not yet decided what exactly he wished to study as of yet, but he had the luxury of choosing something that interested him.

This morning, Kimihito had been roused from bed earlier than usual, so as to aid in stowing away luggage for his parents, both of which would be leaving for work for quite some time.

After pleasantries were exchanged, where he was reminded to watch over the house, and they were bid a safe trip, Kimihito parted ways with his father and mother, turning to trudge up the stairs to his bedroom once more. Had he known his life would soon change so drastically, he just might have asked to come along, but that was a decision that he would have to make in the future.

Their family was not rich by any means, but they certainly had enough to get by, and live comfortably, so he was quite fond of the house he had lived in for all his life thus far. This too, was something that would change, soon enough.

Within his bedroom on the second landing, he eyed the reflection in the mirror above the dresser. A tall, fair-skinned young man with mussed up, raven-black hair and drowsy, cinnamon-brown eyes returned the half-lidded glance. Kimihito sported a loose, creased t-shirt, entirely navy blue, save for a black logo, and crumpled shorts. All in all, a befitting morning look.

Stifling a yawn, he talked to his reflection: "I suppose it's time that I started today."

And that could not have been more relevant.