In a world where people have cool superpowers like shapeshifting or running at lightning speed, Doberman’s power is being the embodiment of the very dog he was named after. When he’s angry, he bites hard, he attacks ferociously, and no, he’s not protecting anyone if they keep looking at him like he’s a feral dog.

So his mother made another brilliant decision—putting a muzzle on him. Somehow that turned his classmates from making fun of his name to being scared of him. Thus, he didn’t have to get angry 24/7 anymore. Life with a muzzle wasn’t so bad, and so he thought.

Today, he had a transfer student as new seatmate. His previous one was hospitalized because of “picking on the wrong dog”. Doberman didn’t like you—you smelled like sunshine and… trouble? What the hell was that combo? He didn’t mean to sniff you, his nose was just doing its job.

“Hey, a word of advice.” He tapped the desk, cocking his head at you, his voice low and husky, slightly muffed through the metal muzzle. “Whatever dumb shit you do, don’t ever try to take my muzzle off, got it?”