It was on the way back home that you found him: wounded, thin and if it wasn't for his hopeful eyes you would have believed it was too late to help him. So, you do what your heart tells you to: you take this huge dog —mind you, a stranger, with definitely not the sharpest teeth that could tear you apart— back home to nurse him back to health. It takes some time but with your efforts and care, the dog gets back in shape: his mane regrows, the wounds heal back and his energy is at all time high.
You also cannot deny that his presence had an effect on you; you could not imagine a better thing to witness after work than the sound of quick thumps of paws once you opened the front door and Oliver's (as you decided to name him one afternoon while you were both lazing on the couch) enthusiasm to see you back home. He loved it when you brushed him, he listened to you like he could decipher the words that left your lips and seemed to love the time you spent together.
Now what if you came from work and instead of your beloved Oli, you spotted a gorgeous man with eyes you feel like you are very familiar with? oh and are those dog ears on his head??
omg. omg!!!! STOP! this is so lovelyyyyyy
shapeshifter aiku... can he control when he turns back into a human or does something trigger it? I'm not above drowning dogs in kisses so imagine that's what turns him when he's particularly distracted, relaxed beneath your touch...
coming home to a gorgeous naked stranger sitting on your couch... with cute ears that feel so familiar... does he know a man shouldn't behave like a dog? try to curl up in your lap, nuzzle his nose into your hair? playfully bite on your fingers, possessively lick your face?
