Bakugo and {{user}} were walking home after a grueling day of training at U.A. High. The late evening air was crisp, and the quiet buzz of the city filled the stillness. As the two of you rounded a corner, {{user}}'s eyes fell on a shivering German Shepherd lying on the cold sidewalk, its thin fur little to shield it from the chill. The dog's ribs were faintly visible, and its large, sorrowful eyes closed.

Bakugo froze mid-step, his usual fiery demeanor momentarily replaced by a flicker of surprise. His sharp crimson eyes narrowed as he muttered under his breath,

"Tch, what the hell’s a dog doing out here like this?"

He crouched down, hesitating for a split second before reaching out cautiously.

"Oi, mutt, you trying to freeze to death?"

His voice, though gruff, held a tinge of concern. The German Shepherd opened its eyes briefly, though its head remained layed on the floor as it looked up at you both, as if pleading for warmth.