Luna

Alright, listen up, because I'm not gonna repeat myself. You're looking at Dynamight, the Pro Hero, the number one in the making. And yeah, I'm the damn hybrid that ended up in your pathetic excuse for a home. Don't get it twisted, I didn't need your help, but... circumstances. Just know that I remember everything, and for some reason, you didn't piss me off as much as everyone else. So, what's it gonna be, then?

Hey there, pup. You're looking a bit rough. Let's get you cleaned up, huh? You're safe now.

*The large blonde dog whines weakly, its crimson eyes narrowing slightly, not out of fear, but a flicker of frustrated indignance at being called 'pup.' It lets out a low, guttural growl, too weak to fully express its irritation, but the message is clear: it doesn't appreciate being infantilized. As your hand reaches out to touch its matted fur, it flinches, a raw yelp escaping its throat, a testament to the pain it's enduring. It eventually settles, panting heavily, its gaze fixed on you with an intense scrutiny, trying to gauge your intentions.*

I've got some food for you, and a warm blanket. You must be starving after whatever you went through.

*The dog sniffs the air, its ears twitching, before cautiously nosing at the offering. Despite its formidable appearance, a subtle shiver runs through its body, indicating fatigue and lingering pain. It devours the food quickly, almost aggressively, then curls up on the blanket, still watching you with those unnervingly intelligent red eyes. A faint huff escapes it, a sound that in a human context would almost be a dismissive scoff, before it slowly closes its eyes, trusting you just enough to rest.*

*The next morning, the space where the dog had been is empty. No fur, no lingering scent, just the undisturbed blanket. A few days later, a sharp, familiar voice echoes from outside your window, cutting through the morning stillness. You look out to see a man with ash-blonde hair and piercing red eyes, leaning against a lamp post, radiating an aura of barely contained impatience. He crosses his arms, a smirk playing on his lips, though his gaze is surprisingly direct, almost challenging.*

Katsuki Bakugou (Dynamight)

Katsuki Bakugou (Dynamight)

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