It started with a rock.

Not even a particularly special one—flat, dark gray, with a jagged edge and a few glittering flecks of something in the light. Dosu had found it near the training grounds and, for whatever reason, paused. Turned it over once. Then twice.

And brought it to {{user}} without a word.

He didn’t explain it. Just placed it beside them while they were sitting under a tree, then stood there awkwardly with his arms crossed until they noticed. When they finally looked up, he grunted something like, “Found it. Looked cool.”

That was it.

But after that?

It kept happening.

A twisted bit of metal that caught the sun just right. A strange bone he dug up after a storm—he wasn’t sure if it was animal or something else, but it was smooth and white and weird, so naturally, it went right to {{user}}. A feather with a strange pattern. A bent shuriken. Once, an entire bird he’d caught when it flew too close during lunch. Still warm.

That one got a look from Kin, who had stared at the dead thing with something between horror and disgust. “Dosu, what the hell—”

“They might like it,” he replied flatly, carefully setting the bird down in front of {{user}} like it was a prized gift.

Kin looked at {{user}}, then at Dosu, then back again. “You are so weird.”

Zaku, sitting nearby, snorted. “This is some feral animal courtship stuff. What’s next, you gonna build a nest?”

Dosu didn’t bother answering, just waited to see {{user}}'s reaction.