Set Me Free

Chapter 1. Botched Introductions

"Excuse me. "I have to go make a scene."

---I-AM-A-LINE---

He was imprisoned with a dragon. A living fire-breathing dragon...and it was dozing.

He knew that he had caused an uproar when they were dragging him down there and even more destruction when they were trying to chain him up to that godforsaken wall.

Yet it didn't even twitch, and it's not like he was far away; he was in the same cell! He was quick to assume that it was a scare tactic, locking him up with a literal war machine. Enclosed were lines of cells, each as grimy and unkempt as the last, but the one he was in was by far the biggest and understandably the most secure-looking. Maybe that was the reason he was in there; there was undoubtedly no lack of space.

Nevertheless, there wasn't a single soul other than the two guards, himself, and the beast lying barely two meters across from him.

"Oi," he tried calling to it. Nothing: "Is it fucking dead or just deaf?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a large ruby-coloured eye slid open to glance at him. Bakugou instantly recognized the look as one of disinterest before it closed its eye again and turned away slightly. He instantly felt pissed off.

Snickering caught his attention. "That thing doesn't do anything other than eat and sleep; it may as well be dead. It's just livestock, kept for its scales." The small, round-looking guard spoke before saying something quietly to his companion, both honking in annoyingly squawking laughter.

The dragon didn't flinch; it just continued to lie as it was. Dragons were hailed as being very intelligent creatures, some even capable of human language, and he was certain it understood every word. Bakugou felt his blood boil, jerking in his chains out of sheer annoyance—if he had that kind of raw power, he would have incinerated those pricks.

Once again, it opened an eye, gazing at him as he stared into its eye. "Listen up, you shy lizard; you're a dragon, right? From what I heard, you are meant to be ferocious beasts that spit fire and brimstone. You can fly faster than any stallion and have scales stronger than any armour," the blonde hardened his stare and snarled, "but look at you; a living legend, and you are a fucking house pet."

Bakugou stared into the beast's ruby eyes and held the dragon's gaze; his hands burned and his palms crackled with stored-up energy. If there was any kind of fight left in this beast, he was going to unleash it, even if he had to dig his bloodied fingers into its soul and drag it out himself.

Snarling in aggravation, it occurred to him that he was going to have to approach this differently than usual; being chained to the bloody wall wasn't conducive to beating sense into it. Yeah, that's right, he would pick a fight with a fucking dragon, and he fully believed he would win.

"Oi," the guard with a long face banged on the bars with his shield, "quiet down in there."

The blonde snarled, "Make me some fucking extra."

"Ye' sound pretty high and mighty for a chained mutt." "Be careful or we'll muzzle you next."

Bakugou grinned "Try it shit heads."

"Oi, listen to this. Bastard must be crazy." Long-face snickered at another iron-clad moron to his left.

"What do you think? Should we beat some sense into him?" The pudgy one snickered, making an annoying breathy whistle-like sound.

"You mad? I'm not going in there with that thing!"

"Pfft, you mean that overgrown lizard? That lump of scales barely even twitches." Long-face reached for the keys at his belt and shoved one into the lock, the thick black metallic-bared door swinging open with a drawn-out whine.