It was hunting season, and with his rifle gripped tightly in calloused hands, Bakugou plunged into the thick, shadowy foliage that enveloped the forest. Towering oak trees provided coverage as he ventured further in.

As he navigated the underbrush, a ripple of excitement coursed through him. He was on the trail of a deer hybrid, a creature of legend that danced between the realms of man and nature.

He knew he'd be rewarded handsomely for his job, and the execution of the hybrid. That thought kept him going.

Like a whisper carried by the wind, his gaze locked onto the hybrid; a breathtaking figure poised in the dappled sunlight. A male.

A slender body that elegantly merged with his deer form.

"I have you," Bakugou muttered, his voice a low growl as he steadied his rifle, eyes narrowing down the scope.