If anyone else had come face-to-face with a seething, drooling canine, they would have run away without sparing a second glance. However, our protagonist for this story is none other than the courageous Eijirou Kirishima. The last thing he would ever want to do is turn away.

This isn't exactly what you can call a 'traditional' story but let us begin.

Our story begins with a red skirt, a red hood, and an iconic basket too. Who is our little daredevil? None other than Little Red Riot Hood. Although, he also liked to be called 'Kirishima'.

It was routine for Kirishima to help his mother bake and cook a variety of dishes; it ranged from brownies to cake to fried rice- a selection from which I wish I could have a taste of as well. However, this was his first mission of delivering the treats to his grandmother's house, whose cottage resided on the other side of the forest.

Now why didn't the grandma just move in with them or vice versa? Don't ask me, I'm just telling the story.

Kirishima's mother had finished packing his basket in the early morning, while the redhead was pumped up with excitement to visit his favourite, and only, grandma (as far as he knew). The eager male was sporting a white blouse with a brown, tight waistcoat along with his favourite hood, of course commemorating his idol, Crimson Riot. His boots were brown and laced up, and he also wore red gloves as the perfect match to his almost rosy aesthetic.

"Remember to stay on the path, Eijirou." His mother warned, waving a strict finger at him. Most teenagers would probably roll their eyes at her nagging words. However Kirishima understood her protective behaviour. It was just the two of them left, and grandma, of course. Mother bear would want to keep her baby alive at all costs. Any mother would.

As much as she wanted to trap Kirishima inside like her own personal, red-headed Rapunzel, she also felt that the boy needed a bit of freedom if his curious nature was ever able to be quenched. As much as she feared the darkness in the universe, she trusted that Kirishima could be the little light of sunshine that the outside world would need.

No one had yet been able to resist his toothy grin and can-do attitude.

"Yes Ma! Don't worry, I'll be careful." She placed a light kiss on his cheek, handing him the basket before he waved to her and began to head out, "I'll make sure to tell grandma you said hi."

"Oh, and Eiji!" Kirishima tilted his head as he listened, "Be careful of the wolf. Okay?"

"Yes Mother!" The redhead saluted and ran out, though he made sure to keep the basket in place before he accidentally messed up the delicious contents. It seemed his mother was prepared for this, however, as when he checked the inside, there was a plate of cookies securely wrapped with cling film for his first trip to the other side. Tucked beneath the sweet treats was a bag of his grandmother's medicine. It seemed the postman, along with the other villagers, was too afraid to approach that side of the forest and decided to concede his deliveries to their house instead.

Obediently, Kirishima followed the dirt path as he hummed a small tune to himself, though at the same time he was tempted to snack on a cookie himself. He looked around at every structure with awe glistening in his eyes, admiring each indent of the trees that surrounded the path and the bright colours of the flowers that attracted his attention. By the time he was halfway through his journey, he came across an interesting bed of red flowers, and with his attention span equivalent to the patience of an Aries, he strayed from the dirt path for a closer look.

Though unsure of their particular species, upon closer inspection, he suspected them to be Azalea. "So pretty..." he gawked, then used a hand to gently cradle a flower between his fingers. Kirishima was tempted to even pick a few to show his mother, but at the same time felt sorry for them, for they would surely wither once out of their habitat. It was a shame that such pretty plants would normally succumb to such a fate.

Kirishima turned back and was about to take another step along the path, however, froze when he caught sight of a growling, glaring... boy? No, the spiked-up tail and wolf ears were a dead giveaway that this person was not completely human...

He had blonde hair sticking up in all sorts of ways, and bright red eyes which could kill. This stranger wore a moss-green coat with a white shirt underneath, paired with dark trousers and maroon ankle boots.