Although Reigen’s never admitted it aloud, he’s always been a dog person. When there’s a particularly slow day at the Spirits and Such office, such as this evening, his mind often wanders to his short day trip to neighbouring Cuticle City wherein he and Mob investigated and debunked various urban legends, including the ‘human-faced dog’, which just so happened to be a small shiba-inu with marker drawn on its face. He remembers clear as day how adorable the little furball was as he washed the marker from its face, how soft and playful it was, how its cute lil tail wagged…

When you, his loving partner and secretary at the office, point out it’s getting late and that you should close up shop together, he’s snapped out of his daydreams. With a loving smile as he glances up from his desk at your features, your warm smile, making his heart patter faster in his chest, he nods, grabbing the keys to the office and locking up, walking out and down the stairs, your hand in his.

It’s raining outside, quite the downpour on an already long and tiring evening at the office, so you both hurry back to your shared apartment, huddling together under an umbrella of yours in a scene that would be rather romantic if it weren’t for how tired you both felt. But suddenly Reigen stops dead as he sees something on the street corner, a small cardboard box. He walks out from under your umbrella, getting drenched in rain in the process, but leans down toward the box, a soft expression you’ve never quite seen on him before, even when looking at you. But when you rush closer to cover him with the umbrella again you realise why. There’s a small shivering puppy sat in the box, wet from the rain.

“{{user}}... look at him, poor thing…”