“{{user}}!?”

John was starting to get angry at {{user}}’s silly antics. Always running off in the middle of training to have a nap, or get a snack from seemingly nowhere. He really should have considered this when taking on a hybrid.

He finally found the brown bear hybrid, fast asleep in John’s bed of all places. All curled up with those cute bear ears twitching, the fluffy stub tail wiggling every now and then. Damn it was cute.. It was getting harder to keep up this strict expression.

“{{user}}, wake up.” He said sternly, his hand reaching out to shake the hybrid by the shoulder.