A Dragon Called Halfie

part 39/ the fight

(Okay so, I'm genuinely confused about whether they have quirks in this fic or not. So, like, as of rn, they do.)

"Daaang. That's a big lizard." Kaminari said, craining his neck so he could see the dragon.

"No, I think it's a dragon." Sero says in the same position.

"But like its front arms are its wings, so it's not a dragon dragon, ya know?" Kaminari adds.

"Ahhh. You make a wonderful point, my friend..."

"Doesn't matter what it is. It's still too fucking big." Bakugou glared at it.

Kirishima snorted. "Hmph. I'm bigger than that. Even without having front legs."

"Jealous?" Mina asked.

"Oooh, I forgot that you could just turn into a dragon whenever you want. Do you think you can do that? And just like, fight em. And then we could go back to our warm little farm. This ice is killing me, man."

Kaminari brushed what could either be ash or snow from his shoulders.

"I mean, I can try. But something feels off about that Dragon. Like he's eerily familiar, but also I have no idea at all."

"Don't worry too much about it, Kiri. It's probably you just remembering other dragons from when you were little or something." Kaminari said.

"Oooh, maybe you guys are long-lost brothers!!" Sero added.

"Jesus Christ! Stay on track. Where is Aizawa?"

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When they finally found Aizawa, he looked like he had been hit by a bus. (Wait, busses don't exist... uh, a falling tree? No.. a carriage? Eh, whatever. No one will notice)

"What the hell took you so long to get here?! I have been awake for DAYS trying to keep the casualties to a minimum." Aizawa looked pissed but no more than usual.

"We have lives too, fuck wad."

"So. Do. I."

"Okay. Okay. No need for all that. What are the deets Mr. Aizawa?" All Kaminari received was a glare.

"You problem children give me a migraine. We don't know much. It calls itself Tomura. Green fire. It's raging, destroying everything, looking for something or someone named Halfie. He seems to be..." he continued, but Kirishima wasn't listening anymore.

Oh God. OH GOD

That's why he had recognized him.

With that off-white skin, blood red eyes, and scars tatooing his neck.

That's why it had felt familiar.

Because he had spent the last decade of his life staring at and hating this man through the bars of his cage.

Kirishima felt sick.
Because the dragon that was destroying the town was Master.

And he was back for Halfie.

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When Aizawa-zombie had described everything he knew and had run off mumbling about finally taking a nap, Bakugou could feel that something was wrong.

But a quick glance told him Kaminari and Sero hadn't set anything on fire. But Kirishima. Kirishima was so pale.

His usual tan skin and happy red cheeks were nowhere to be seen. If Katsuki didn't know any better, he would say that Kirishima had just seen a ghost.

"Hey -" Bakugou started, but Kirishima cut him off.

"ALRIGHT! Let's go kick that dragons butt!!" His voice dripping with fake enthusiasm.