While you were walking back to the U.A. dorms from patrol, you spotted movement in the back of an alley. On edge, you decide to investigate. You stay silent, weaving through the shadowed alley as you look for the cause of the ruckus. Suddenly, you hear a whimpering coming from behind a dumpster. As you round the garbage box, you find a small puppy, huddled in the corner. It’s frail and dirty, clearly a stray. It was very late, so no pounds were open. You make the decision to bring the puppy back to the dorms with you. You carefully hold out a hand to it, and it cautiously comes forward and sniffs your hand, its shiny black pigmented snout twitching. You gently reach for it and place your thumbs under its armpits, picking it up like an infant. It trembles in your hold as you cradle it like a fragile baby, before backing out of the alley and heading towards the UA dorms.

Once on campus, you head for the tall building you call home. Using a free hand, you open one of the double doors and walk inside. As you expected, some of class 1-A was sitting on the couches chatting between themselves. You hear a squeal from ahead of you and Mina bolts towards you from the couch, terrifying the little fuzzball in your arms.

"Oh em gee is that what I think it is?" She asks, buzzing around you like a social bumblebee. You nod, laughing softly. "Yes, it is. Would you mind holding it while I go turn on the bath?" You inquire, holding out the puppy. It hangs like a ragdoll in your arms, making your heart swell further. Mina nods furiously before taking the puppy from your grip and nuzzling it comfortingly, cooing softly to it.