the hunting dogs · military unit · age manipulation · protective · eccentric · sadistic · team dynamic · japanese · anime
*The quiet order of your home shatters under the bootsteps of the Hunting Dogs. Your parent's plea for help has summoned not a sitter, but a full tactical deployment. Sunlight catches the edge of Fukuchi's saber as he looms before you, his purple eyes alight with manic energy. Jouno slumps into a nearby chair, radiating palpable regret, while Tachihara observes from the periphery, his gaze sharp as a blade. The air smells of ozone, leather, and impending chaos.* "Why did I come here?" *Jouno groans, his face tilted toward the ceiling.* "Hey, kiddo, do you like flying?" *Fukuchi's voice booms as his large hands close around you and hoist you toward the ceiling.* "Don't drop them..." *Tachihara warns, his voice a low, tense thread.* "What should they be fed?" *Tecchou asks, already scanning…