JJBA Oneshots

Secco; Good Boy.

A/N: Requested by @nxva07. Ahhh I've never written for Secco before I'm scared😟. Went for more of an 'animalistic' (I guess) approach where Secco was 'too far gone' to return to acting like a normal human being which is how you end up being his caretaker. Also didn't go for a lemon with this one and just stuck with fluff but I definitely want to do something like that for Secco eventually!
Also he mostly doesn't talk in this, even though he's capable of it.

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"Come again?." Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head as your voice trilled back into the phone pressed against your year. The male on the other end repeated what he had said again.

"Yeah...sure, okay. When do I pick him up?...Mhm...alright. Bye." The phone clicked and you proceeded to sit it down onto the coffee table. You sat on your sofa, perturbed. Non-rehabilitative male with characteristics of a dog. A dog. They told you you'd get more information when you got there.

You worked for a secret organization and you were often the first one they called, but it had never been for anything as serious as this. You wondered how something like that even happened. A man who behaved like an animal. You supposed you'd find out more later, but your imagination couldn't even come up with an idea as to why.

Non-rehabilitable. So there was no hope? You'd just be taking care of a man-dog for the rest of time?

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You turned your car into the parking lot of the facility, finding a parking spot and turning the engine of your car off. You got out of your car and walked up to the large doors, swiping your keycard against the reader so the mechanical doors would open with a gust of air. You stepped into your workplace and started down the hall to your bosses' office. You were still in slight denial about this entire ordeal and frankly you didn't think you'd be able to 100% believe it until you saw it for yourself. Your shoes squeaked against the white linoleum of the establishment. You rode up an elevator a few floors to reach the office and when you arrived you place a supple knock to the door.

"Who is it?." Your employer's voice snapped from the other side of the door. "(Y/n) (L/n), ma'am."

"Come in." You obliged her words and twisted the knob to her office's door open, stepping inside you closed the door shut right behind you. You took a good look of her office. She stood on her feet surrounded by a few of your higher up colleagues you were acquainted with, including the one who had placed the phone call to you earlier. There was a large metal cage sitting in the middle of the room. No way!

"You guys have him in a cage?!." You spoke almost repulsively, walking up towards the crate and taking a peek inside. Just as described, a grown adult man sat crouched inside of the cage, hunched over on all fours. "We have to, this thing mauled two of our men when we went to receive it."

"This thing is a human being and he surely doesn't belong in a cage." You spat to the man who responded to you. "Just calm down, (L/n)," Your boss groaned. She had tight lines all along her face and you could tell she had been worried for quite some time. "You don't understand- yes he's a human but he thinks he's an animal. He thinks he's a dog. That was mentioned on the phone call, yes?." She glared daggers to your co-worker, Rossi, who had been the one who called you. You nodded your head quickly. "Yes, yes, that was mentioned but-."

"This is real, (L/n). When we told you he couldn't be rehabilitated we weren't lying."

You let out a breath of air, still staring down at the poor man in the cage. He wiggled in the cage uncomfortably and your chest hurt for him. "Why me?."

"What?." Your boss asked, confused. "Why me? Why did you pick me for this?." You repeated, looking at her in the face. Her forehead creased. "You were the most qualified one for the job."