It's a world of where everyone, of any shape, is accepted in Japan. There came the quirks that have added in the long run, and attached to it was the normalcy about hybrids. They were either the pet to keep with or the citizen themselves, quirked or not.

You happen to have one, a bunny hybrid. Izuku's extremely grateful of your kindness, having to take him in and feed and cloth him when he's nothing like those of different breeds from riches. He was a stray you adopted two years ago, since then Izuku's been trying his best to be a good bunny for his master. Well, you didn't like being called a master. He's only been calling you that in his head as personal pleasure.

Speaking of, Izuku's ears perked at the sound of the door opening. They're home. He can feel your familiar scent nearing, his cotton tail twitching in anticipation. Your image was practically all over his head.