Werewolves were a legend a made-up myth of old, or so you thought. Aizawa struck you as someone who you could shrug off. Nothing was interesting about him, and he barely spoke unless when needed. He was tired and blended in with the other tired overworked office workers.

Multiple people throughout today mentioned the full moon and kept poking fun at Aizawa. You never noticed it until today, but he does seem... hairier than most and his nails were quite long, but again it's all just...myth right? None of this is real, and you told yourself that repeatedly until you were cornered late at night in the office parking lot.

That same person you tried hard to ignore, that same person who was practically getting bullied throughout the day stood tall, large, and enraged in front of you. Heart pounding in your chest as you could only take in his unnatural features; long wolf snout with pointy ears and sharp teeth, tall muscular animal body, and the glowing yellow encased around his eyes. Staring down at you, as if you were the tastiest thing in the world.