#airheadeddonuts

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🐺🌟– The pup stared at the window from one of the hall couches; it was raining, the sky as dark as night although it was barely 4 PM. Surely this was better than staring at a crimsom, almost seemingly polluted firmament, though. Then again, the last time he saw rain was when he was outside, facing the dread of the world with the collar attached to him. 

Although his neck was no longer imprisoned, he remained quiet and inactive through most of the day. He had taken a nap and, after waking up, saw the sky turning black and drops starting to fall with energy. He stretched his body before walking off the couch, starting to sniff around. 

Most scents he detected weren’t too agreedable, belonging to those Naegi wasn’t friends with. He avoided tracks leading to them, and stuck to others that were more friendly. The most prominent, apparently, was Asahina’s, so he followed the invisible trail and ended up in the room she was. That was okay; he trusted her. She had been so kind as to play with him and give him company when he was lonely, and she was careful with his scars. So he walked up to her and gave her lowered hand a headbutt, sitting beside her when he got her attention.

🐺– Now that the collar that imprisoned his neck had been removed, he found it somewhat easier to interact with everyone at the Foundation. Over the course of a few weeks his behaviour had evolved favourably and now, he found it less complicated to try and befriend Naegi’s friends. At least, a few of them looked like it anyway. There are still a few he’s too afraid to approach, and others he could tell he really ... shouldn’t try to.

This was not the case though. To be fair... he hadn’t interacted with the girl so much, but from the looks of it, she seemed the nice type. He crawled in her direction, sticking to her from the time being. It’s an habit he has of choosing different people to stick to everyday he was here. After all, he hated being lonely.

The older Munakata scaled the stairs to the 13th Branch’s floor, having checked his file and realized that the 13th Branch’s head had never introduced themselves, nor had their name sprinkled at all throughout the foundation’s database.

🐺🌙– It’s okay, Izuru... Just take a deep breath and let your feet guide you...

Even with those thoughts, the wolfman still made no effort to move from his spot, tail just slightly curled between his legs in shyness. It had been... how long now? Years? Since he saw and interacted with the ex-swimmer, back when he was just a pup recently rescued from the cruel world. After finding he had a chance to live on as himself in this planet, and seeing peace being brought back to the world again, he had a rising feeling of wanting to go forward and thank the people who had taken care of him after suffering for months on end, one of which was Asahina. 

Holding a gift box of sorts, he stared at her from a distance as she conversed with someone, patiently waiting for her to get done with it and make some sort of movement. He stood there for a few minutes, under the shade of a tree, until she finally turned around, heading nearby. Ears lowered, he stepped out of the shade and walked just in front of her.

‘‘A- Aoi. Do you... remember me? It’s... Izuru. I just... wanted to thank you for your kindness when I was a pup... I- I appreciate it. This for you...’‘

The box contained several homemade donuts - although he was still learning to do most humane things, he was quite adept at cooking to begin with. 

  “Good morning Hina.” Makoto walks into the warehouse. It’s not 7am yet, and the dining hall hasn’t opened up. He’s a little surprised to see the girl up this early. He usually didn’t wake up until the announcement, but he had a rather vivid and terrible nightmare that practically kept him up all night. He only came here because he was hungry. 

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“Hey, wait!”

One of the reserve course students stopped in place and turned to Aoi, he seemed to recognize her, but not for the usual reasons...