𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞. [dragon king!bakugou x reader]

𝖙𝖜𝖔

A dragon prince wages war of dominance.
A dragon prince bears a high quality set of skills and confidence.
A dragon prince knows that mercy is not on the plate.
A dragon prince should always accept that bloodshed is his choice of a plague.

"Kacchan!"
A messy-haired emerald haired lad called out as he ran towards his direction. Katsuki merely watched him, raising one eyebrow up, catching a glimpse of his pear colored hues with a hint of relief and elation. He crossed both of arms when he finally reaches the right proximal amount between the both of them. The emerald haired lad huffed and attempted to catch his breath, hanging his head down low as sweat beads trickle down between his temples.

"The hell do you want, Deku?"
Katsuki inquired out of irritation.
Midoriya Izuku, a half-blooded fairy and a half-blooded demon, a walking abomination among the half bloods, though at some point in his life; he was gradually accepted with the aid of the demon king's logical reasoning—for he, is the legitimate demon prince after all.
"I am glad that you're fine, and what you did out there was great! Truly I've expected no less from the dragon prince," Izuku exclaimed with pure enthusiasm before his smile faltered, "But, I never knew that you're capable of such thing." The volume of his voice lowered, but Katsuki is still able to hear him, he understood what he is trying to implicate. As Izuku's outputs of his own thoughts reached towards his ears, he can't help but give him a scoff as a response. Katsuki cannot help himself but be condescending towards Izuku's judgment and beliefs, one of the profound reasons he hated him to the guts in the first place. The second being him as the demon prince, which he sees as no fit to someone like him; who is useless in every way—or so he thought.

"I follow what the traditions say, so don't run to me and question my damn intentions. You are nothing to me, demon prince."
He fumed in anger and vexation, pushing him out of his way to the side before he marched towards the door, with his cape oscillating rhythmically with the breeze. The very picture of the overwhelmingly blood-stained sand and the echoes of the cheer belonging to that of the crowd crosses his mind. His stomach churned as he recalls the way he brutally dominated the drakaina back at the arena, and the mere context of the abundance of blood flushing out of her dragon form enticed the audience to roar out praises of delight. He formed his palm into a fist, gripping onto it tightly as Katsuki remembered everything vividly, it's a memory that might haunt him—he never expected nor he intends to do the deed.
Having these thoughts aside, an exasperated sigh escaped from his pair of lips. His hand reached out for the doorknob, turning the material into half of a complete 360 degree, before he pushed it open itself.
His crimson red eyes averted their gaze from the wooden constructed flooring to a pair of familiar eyes whom he challenged back at the arena. Her hand clutched onto the edge of the table tightly, her eyes hint of terror, though her overall facial expression showed no trace of fear.

It's what made Katsuki to make a choice that will determine his path of fate.

Katsuki stepped forward nonchalantly, pushing the door closed behind him as he proceeded to lock by its knob. The ash-blonde haired drakon walked towards her direction, "[Name], right?" He requested for verification, the female only remained silent and unfazed by his domineering voice. Though once he finally reaches to see her face up close, a firm slap is brought upon his right cheek, causing his head to throw itself to the side instinctively. Katsuki's eyes widened by her sudden act, he can feel the pain surrounding across his cheek, by which red hues start to cover up most of its surface.
His crimson orbs rolled its way to meet her eyes, but before he has the chance to open his mouth to respond upon her unforgiving act, a red light shone upon the two. Katsuki's heart dropped once he knows what it is.
The red moon is a phenomenal occurence which happens only over at the Dragon Capital, the phenomena involves a circumstance that when hues of red illuminates over a certain half blooded dragon, they will automatically transform themselves into their truest form—not as a dragon; their other half specie.