Werewolf! Kirishima x Reader

Chapter 1: Meeting

You'd always wanted a dog, but unfortunately your parents had a stringent "no pets" rule while you were growing up. Now you were out on your own, with your own place (small as it was), and you were determined to add a fuzzy friend as your new roommate.

Adopting a dog from a shelter sounded like a much better idea than looking at breeders; if you could give a pet a home where it would be loved and cared for properly instead of living out its days in a cold shelter, you'd do it.

You walked in on a Saturday morning, the bell above the doorway ringing to alert the older woman at the desk. "Hello!" she said with a kind smile. "How can I help you today?"

"Well, ideally I'd like to go home today with a new dog friend," you said, wanting to appear approachable, like someone who would treat a pet appropriately with love and care.

"Oh, so it's a dog you're looking for! Well, we sure do have plenty of those. Come right this way," he said, hopping down from behind the desk and leading you into a back hallway lined floor to ceiling on both sides with dogs of all shapes, sizes, and colors. "Do you know what kind of dog you're looking for? Big? Small? Energetic? Playful?"

"Hmm...well, are there any here that people don't like for some reason? Maybe a dog that's avoided but really needs a home? Size doesn't really matter as long as it's not aggressive or anything." The old woman hummed, her hand running across the bars of the cages while dogs jumped desperately for any hint of attention. If you could you'd take all of them home, but one dog was responsibility enough for you at the moment.

"Well, there is one...he's not mean. On the contrary, he's actually very friendly and affectionate. He just looks a bit intimidating, and it scares people off." The two of you rounded a corner and there, towards the end on the left, sat a heavy shadow in the corner.

He padded towards the light and you could only describe him as more of a wolf than a dog. He was large with soft-looking fur, and an odd reddish-brown color to his fur. His nose with shiny black, and on his right eye sat a scar that went from his brow over his cheekbone. A set of sharp-looking teeth lined the inside of his mouth, as well. The old woman was right, he did look intimidating, but as soon as you put your hand near the bars he perked up like a puppy and lapped at your hand eagerly with happy barks and a wagging tail.

"Wow, he's pretty big...but so affectionate!"

"Families come in, but are afraid he'll scare their kids. But I've never seen him hurt so much as a fly. He just eats a lot, and has a very distinct personality."

"Who's a good boy?" you asked in a baby-esque voice. The large dog perked up and barked as if saying ME, ME, I'M A GOOD BOY! "Well, now I have to take you home. How's that sound? Wanna go home with me?"

The dog bounded around the room like he understood your words, tongue lolling out of his mouth happily. The woman set you up with the proper paperwork and, after handing you a leash and complimentary bag of dog food, you loaded him up into your car and drove back to your apartment.

He was surprisingly well-behaved for such a big dog, and acted almost polite with how he sat in the back seat without making much noise. Maybe he was in shock and a little scared about leaving the shelter? If that was the case you'd give him lots of love and affection to make him feel at home. "Alright, we're here! Oh, I need to name you don't I..? Right now I'll just call you "Red" until I can think of something better." He seemed to like that, approving of your choice with a loud bark.

"We'll go to the pet store tomorrow and get you some proper bowls and toys and stuff, but for now just settle in to your new home." Red went around and sniffed literally every inch of your apartment: every corner, every pillow, every chair, every food cabinet. You found out that he also knew some tricks: sit, roll over, play dead, speak. For a dog he was incredibly smart, almost toosmart, but he was just a dog so maybe his old owner taught him well.

When it was finally time for bed you tried to get him to sleep in the living room, but he scratched and pawed at your bedroom door until you let him in. "OK, ok, just for tonight. Don't make this a habit." A bed would be far more comfortable than the cold floors of the shelter, but he was so big he almost took up half the bed himself.

You settled into the covers while Red lay down right next to you as moonlight streamed in from the cracked blinds at your window. "Goodnight Red..." He huffed through his wet nose as if to say "goodnight" right back.

Sometime in the middle of the night you stirred, which was odd, because you normally slept well through the whole night. You groggily opened your eyes to see it was still dark outside. Turning over you felt an unfamiliar weight next to you. Oh, that's right, you bought a doggy today.

But a dog wasn't in your bed now.

A flash of red, saturated and visible even in the darkness, lay on your pillow. Attached to said hair was a very naked looking man. Not a dog. A man. So, you did the only logical thing, and screamed.

Immediately the man sat up, baring his sharp teeth and growling as you flopped right onto the floor. The man titled his head and looked down at you curiously with bright red eyes the same color of his hair. Were those...fuzzy ears sticking up?

"Wha- who...who are you why are you in my apartment please dont-"

"Ah?" he said, leaning over the edge of the bed. "I'm...wait. I can talk...I can talk again! It must be a full moon!" He looked at his hands, claws protruding from the tips, and flipped them over before running them down his face to make sure he no longer had a snout. "Oh, man, thanks again for taking me out of that place! I mean, it was alright, I had a lot of dog friends there, but it was cold and lonely still..."

You just sat dumbstruck, and he realized you had no idea what was happening. "Duh! Let me explain: I'm a werewolf! I've been like that for ages because there's no windows in the shelter, so I could never see the moon to turn back into, well, me! I'm Red! See?" He pointed to the scar that looked identical to the one on your dog's face. "And my name isn't Red, though I guess it fit. I'm Kirishima!"

You promptly fainted, knocked out by the sheer overload of unbelievable information thrown at you by a naked man with ears and a tail.