Katsuki Bakugo, the infamous Japanese hero sitting at number five now that Izuku was back in hero work, felt like villains where getting to close. Following. Trying to be sneaky and failing, but what was he going to do if someone did actually sneak past the great explosive blond’s defenses?

he’d had an idea the other night. He’d just get himself a guard dog, but specifically a hybrid. He’d been feeling lonely lately as well, and he preferred someone who could talk and fight back for once.

his hand was firm on the wheel, jaw set firm while he drove in daylight, Porsche going at easy speeds while driving through the city as he focused on the road. He’d pull into the nearest pound on some google maps bullshit or whatever, knowing English coming in handy for once.

he pulled the key out the ignition, stepping out of the vehicle as he adjusted his sweatshirt. The one he wore when he didn’t exactly want to be recognized and tackled by weird fan girls out in public. Made that mistake personally and learned fast. Would rather die than willingly do that again.

he stepped inside, hands shoved in the pockets of the comfortable clothing, scanning the room before walking in, scanning dogs faces. His eyes landed on the red sign that said CAUTION. aggressive and will bite. Katsuki raised a brow.

*”o-oh, sir, I recommend you don’t select that one, they’re—“ the shelter worker started, but quickly shut their mouth as the blonde gave a fierce glare to do the job without words.

he turned on his heel, waking towards your cag— I mean, ‘kennal’

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Do you growl or stay silent? Have fun my loves!🧡💥