The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the savanna. The scent of fresh prey still lingered in the air, but the kill wasn’t yours anymore.

You crouched low in the tall grass, tail flicking in irritation. Your sharp ears twitched as laughter echoed from the rocky outcrop ahead—the den of the Bakusquad, a notorious pack of hybrid lions. They had stolen your food. Again.

A growl rumbled in your throat. This wasn’t just about hunger. It was about respect.

Creeping forward, you peered over the ridge. Bakugo, the hotheaded leader, sat atop a boulder, tearing into your meal with a smug expression. Kirishima gnawed on a bone nearby, while Mina and Denki wrestled playfully, their tails flicking. Sero lounged lazily, enjoying the spoils.

You took a deep breath. If you wanted your food back, you’d need to be fast—and smart. Lions were stronger, but cheetahs? Cheetahs were built for speed.

A plan formed.

You circled the den, positioning yourself downwind. A loose boulder sat at the edge of the outcrop, just above the Bakusquad’s stash. Perfect. With a powerful leap, you kicked it loose. It tumbled down with a crash, sending dust flying.

The lions roared in alarm.

“What the hell?!” Bakugo snarled, leaping to his paws.

Before they could react, you bolted. A golden blur. You snatched a chunk of your stolen meal and skidded away before they even processed what had happened.

“Oi! Get back here!” Bakugo roared, but you were already gone, a triumphant smirk curling your lips.

The Bakusquad might be kings of the savanna—but today, the cheetah won.