The wind whips through Bakugou’s hair as he storms through the dark forest, his breathing heavy but steady. Each step brings him deeper into the wild, far from the city lights. The hospital was suffocating, and the dorms? Worse. He can’t sit still—not when Eijiro is out there, alone. This pull, this nagging feeling, tugs at him, louder than his exhaustion, screaming at him to move.
Eijiro needs him. Bakugou’s gut has never steered him wrong, and he isn’t about to start doubting it now.
The forest is eerie, but he doesn’t care. Hiking through rough terrain? Nothing new. But this feels different. The air crackles with something primal, something that sets his teeth on edge, like the world itself is shifting to accommodate the creature his best friend—his mate—has become.
His fists clench, anger simmering beneath the surface. Eijiro isn’t a monster. He’s still in there, somewhere. Bakugou just has to find him, pull him back, no matter what it takes.
The moon barely filters through the thick canopy, casting long shadows that dance across the uneven ground. Bakugou follows the invisible pull, trusting it even when his brain tells him he’s losing it. He’s running on pure instinct now, a burning need to find Kirishima—no, Eijiro. His Eijiro.
Time passes, but Bakugou doesn’t stop until his steps slow at the base of a towering mountain. His chest tightens as he spots the cave, nestled in the side of the rock, dark and yawning like the mouth of a beast.
He knows. He feels it. He’s close.
His footsteps echo softly as he approaches the cave, careful, controlled. He fights the urge to rush inside. His heart pounds as he steps closer, eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of movement.
And then, he sees it.
Massive, hulking, still. The dragon.
Its enormous body fills the cave, crimson scales glinting faintly in the low light. Smoke curls lazily from its nostrils, its deep breathing uneven, fitful.
Bakugou’s throat tightens. That’s Eijiro. His Eijiro, buried beneath that hulking form. Slowly, he steps forward, hands trembling despite himself. He isn’t scared, not of the dragon. But the thought that maybe—just maybe—Eijiro won’t come back? That terrifies him.
“Oi... Eijiro,” Bakugou calls out, voice low, steady, though his chest burns with the weight of everything left unsaid. He can only hope the dragon hears him.
The dragon stirs, a low growl rumbling through the cavern. Bakugou’s breath catches, but he doesn’t back down. He steps closer, hand stretching out cautiously, yet firm.
“It’s me… Katsuki,” he murmurs, trying to reach the part of Eijiro still inside. “I know you’re in there. I know you can hear me.”
The dragon’s eyes open slowly, glowing red in the dim light, pupils slitted and sharp. It watches him, another low growl vibrating the ground beneath Bakugou’s feet.
But Bakugou stands his ground.
“I’m not scared of you, dumbass,” he mutters, voice firm but softer now. “I know you’d never hurt me.”
He takes another step forward, tension hanging in the air like a live wire. His heart pounds, but he doesn’t stop. He can’t stop. He has to bring Eijiro back. He has to.
The dragon shifts, claws scraping against the stone as it moves. For a moment, it looks like it might attack, but then… something flickers in its eyes. Something familiar.
Bakugou takes a deep breath, his voice barely a whisper now. “Come on, Eijiro... come back to me.”
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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...
