This is . . . 8018? I think? Oh man, I just wrote 8018. I'm a terrible person. Well, it's only a little over 100 words, so Dino shouldn't be too concerned, considering the thousands of words Dino has gotten. And this might be mistaken for D18 anyway.
Hibari Kyouya neither needed nor desired comfort. In fact, 'comfort' was an entirely foreign concept to him, something only wanted and received by herbivores. Something only given by herbivores.
And yet, when he felt familiar arms wrap around him, and heard the soft question of "Are you alright?" whispered into his ear, he didn't push the person away.
"I'm fine. Don't ask stupid questions, herbivore." In spite of himself, his usually biting words were quiet, and didn't have the usual edge to them. The person behind him, who offered nothing more than a contented sigh in return, was most certainly a herbivore. But an acceptable herbivore.