Darkness envelops him, a vast expanse where echoes of thunder and flames intertwine with the whispers of his own thoughts. Kirishima floats in this abyss, lost between two worlds—the world of the dragon and the reality he once knew. The primal instincts of the beast claw at his mind, urging him to unleash chaos, to revel in the destruction he caused. But beneath that savage exterior lies the heart of a boy who only wanted to protect those he loved.
He can feel the dragon stirring, a ferocious energy pulsing beneath the surface. You are strong, the dragon roars in his mind, a voice powerful and commanding. You are king! You will not be caged!
“No,” Kirishima whispers, pushing against the weight of the dragon’s presence. “I’m not a king. I’m… me. I’m Eijiro.” The dragon’s instincts pulse like a heartbeat, overwhelming and wild, but Kirishima clings to his memories, his humanity—a lifeline in this tempest of fury.
Images flood his mind: the faces of his friends, the warmth of Bakugou’s scowl, the laughter shared during training, the moments of vulnerability that bound them together. They see you as a villain, the dragon taunts, twisting Kirishima’s memories into weapons. You’re a threat to them now. Accept it. Embrace it.
“No!” Kirishima shouts, his voice echoing in the dark. “I won’t give in to that! I won’t let them see me like that!” The struggle is exhausting, a battle fought on a battlefield of his own mind. Every time he feels the dragon’s influence rising, he pushes back harder, forcing himself to remember who he truly is.
But the outside world continues to spiral out of control. Kirishima can sense it—the fear and anger radiating from the people who once cheered for heroes like him. News reports flash through his mind, each one depicting the rampage of the beast he has become. Civilians scream, protesters gather, brandishing signs demanding justice against the monster. He can hear their voices, filled with rage and betrayal. “He’s a villain!” “He attacked us!”
They don’t understand, the dragon growls, a low rumble of frustration. They don’t see your strength. They only fear what they cannot control.
But Kirishima can’t bear the thought of their fear. He wants to fight for their understanding, to show them that he is still the same person beneath this powerful exterior. The bond he shares with Bakugou tugs at him, a flicker of hope amid the chaos. He can’t let this beast take over. Bakugou needs me. I need him!
As if summoned by his thoughts, he feels Bakugou’s presence—an intense, burning determination that cuts through the darkness. Kirishima’s heart aches with the knowledge that Bakugou is fighting for him, yelling at the heroes to stop, to see him for who he truly is. “That’s not a beast! It’s Kirishima!”
Bakugou’s voice rings out, filled with a fierce loyalty that ignites something deep within Kirishima. In this moment of despair, he clings to Bakugou’s unwavering faith. It reminds him of the bond they forged, the love that fuels his resolve. I won’t let you down, Katsuki.
He pushes against the dragon’s will with renewed vigor. With each breath, he channels his memories of friendship, love, and loyalty, building a barrier against the primal instincts threatening to overwhelm him. He can feel the dragon roaring in defiance, but Kirishima stands his ground. I will not be your puppet!
Yet, as he fights back, he knows that the heroes around him are torn. Some want to see him contained, believing that the dragon is a threat that must be vanquished. But others, like Eraser Head and Deku, understand the truth. They sense the struggle within him, the desperate fight between human and beast. They are caught in the middle, grappling with their duty as heroes and their empathy for him.
“You have to choose, Kirishima!” Eraser Head’s voice echoes in his mind. “We’re here to help, but you need to fight against the dragon’s instincts!”
But how can he choose? How can he convince them he’s still their friend, still the boy who fights for what’s right, when the world sees him as a monster?
The dragon roars again, a sound filled with rage and defiance, shaking the very foundation of his thoughts. Embrace your power! Show them what you are!
Kirishima closes his eyes, focusing on Bakugou’s fierce determination. The warmth of their connection surges through him, a beacon of light in the darkness. I won’t let them see me as a villain. I am Eijiro Kirishima, and I will find a way to break free!
The clash of identities continues, but with every pulse of energy from the dragon, he feels his own strength rise. Kirishima takes a deep breath, centering himself. He won’t allow the darkness to win. He will fight, not just for himself, but for everyone who believes in him.
I am not a monster. I am a hero.
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Dragon's Heart, Hero's Will
FanfictionEijiro Kirishima isn't just your typical hero-in-training-he's also part dragon. Struggling to control his powerful quirk and primal alpha instincts, Kirishima finds himself drawn to Bakugou, whose fiery spirit ignites something deep within his drag...
