"DUDE!! Look at this sick puppy!" Eijiro's voice rang through the common room, rushing inside with a small golden retriever in his arms. He was grinning like an idiot, the animal eager in his arms. Honestly, they bear some resemblance to each other.

"You think Mr. Aizawa will let me keep him? He looks like an 'Arlo'." He smiled, his sharp smile pointed wide. He couldn't stop smiling, the puppy's tail wagging eagerly in the warmth, whilst Eijiro wore a smile like he had won the lottery.