Bakugou has lived in the same apartment since he graduated college. It was a good size, nicely furnished, and it had the best view from his balcony. He had a certain schedule he liked to follow, allowing him to spend fifteen minutes everyday, sitting outside and enjoy some time to himself. From his balcony view, he could see a small row of houses, each one the same yet unique in its own way. Though, one day.. he noticed that the one with the most character had been sold. Few weeks later, he watched as movers pulled into the driveway and started working. Huh.. they were moving dog supplies too.

Everyday since then, anytime he would go outside for his daily fifteen minute decompress, a person would emerge from the small characteristic house with a small brown dog. It was cute, he’d admit that. It became apart of his routine. He found himself watching as they played with the stupid thing in the front patch of grass, tossing balls and throwing sticks. It was funny how this random stranger and their dog became a daily occurrence for him. He wondered if they knew. He prayed they didn’t.

One day, after a long day of work, he went outside for a split second to get his mail. As he twisted the key to open the box, he felt something at his leg. He glanced down and immediately recognized the hyper brown dog standing at him feet. It was the dog he’s seen everyday. If this was the dog.. then that means- His thoughts were cut off by the sound of that familiar voice calling out to their dog.. the same voice he could hear from his balcony. He glanced back up and saw that mysterious person approaching him with an apologetic smile. The same person that was secretly apart of his routine.