//The Crown Thief//

//chapter thirteen//

//ok so basically- ik y'all skip the note at the end so my one brain cell decided that there would be no way for y'all to skip it if it were at the top- so HAH! Jokes on y'all. Anyways, I would like to dedicate this chapter to a really wonderful person I had a talk with. (you know who you are-) they really boosted my confidence and I would like to remind everyone that reads this that even if you feel completely and utterly alone; you aren't! I bet there is at least one person in your life that supports you! (even if you don't realize it!) and if you feel like there isn't- well shit man, PM me and I'll cram all the support I have into your system. that's all! Enjoy this shitty chapter! ^^//

Kaminari kept a tight grip onto his hat, pressing it firmly down onto his blonde head as the wind whipped all around him. he gripped the side of dragon Kirishima's neck with his free hand, his feet hanging off the edge. He sucked in a breath as he made the mistake of looking down, the trees looking like blurs of green from the altitude they were flying at. He knew Kirishima could naturally turn into a dragon, but shit- he was huge! Easily twice the size of his ship...
Rest in pieces.
His golden yellow eyes danced with energy as they dipped a little more, making their way to what seemed like..a huge mushroom? What the hell was going on with this world...First sirens that wanted to eat him; now a mushroom the size of a house.
Bakugo watched the other blonde as he sat crisscrossed on the middle of Kirishima's neck. He dragged his eyes down his figure, taking in every little detail. Whether it be the dry dirt that was cracking on different places on his face, or how his cheeks and tips of his ears always seemed to hold a pink hue.
He huffed, looking from him to sero, who was drinking ale from a metal canteen as he swung his feet over the edge, softly singing to himself. 'he had that the whole time? That bastard..' Bakugo thought while tapping in one of Kirishima's huge red scales.
The dragon flew a little lower, causing Kaminari to slide off the edge. He yelped, causing Bakugo to whip his head around, shoving his hand out and grabbing Kaminari by the back if his blazer, jerking him back. His head ended up in his lap, his hat over his face. He flicked it up with his thumb, whistling when he made eye contact with the prince. "let me just say..this view is stunning." the prince flushed bright red, raising a hand as if he were going to hit him.
"get off me you idiot! Or God help me i'll-" he sat up, pouting at him. "oh come on..you're so mean to me!" Bakugo rolled his eyes as they started to land, about to yell something at kaminari that probably consisted of a bunch of cuss words, but he stopped when he heard a crack. Kirishima roared in pain while spewing fire, his left leg having been caught in a tree and had twisted his ankle trying to get free. From the sound of it, it sounded broken. He started to get smaller, freaking the three boys out.
They tumbled to the ground, Kirishima having landed before morphing back. He held his leg, curled up in the grass. He groaned, thick blood seeping between his fingers, the tip of his bone sticking through his flesh. Kaminari and sero were trying to pick him up but couldn't. Bakugo scrambled over to him, picking him up in his arms and running with the others to the small mushroom house.
Kaminari pulled out his flintlock mid-step, skidding to a stop at the wooden door, jiggling the handle and finding it locked. He cussed, pointing his flintlock at the handle and firing a shot, the wooden handle bouncing off. He kicked open the door, running in and sliding his arm against the wooden counter, sending glass hard and pots crashing to the ground. he set his flintlock on the counter, getting yelled at by a woman who was sitting at the dining table. Bakugo stormed in, laying kiri on the counter. Sero unscrewed his canteen, pouring the ale on the wound, talking nonsense to Kaminari who wasn't paying much attention since he was getting beat with a wooden latel, a woman with green hair hitting him upside the head and running after him all around the kitchen.
Kirishima howled in pain, hands gripping the sides of the wooden counter as blood and alcohol ran down his leg. A small bit with fluffy green hair ran down the stairs, a notebook in hand. He rushed to the table, pushing their hands away from Kirishima. "stop stop! You're doing it all wrong!" he flipped to a page in his notebook on dragon anatomy, moving his hands and pushing down on the bone, instantly setting it in place with a screech from the redhead.
He called the woman who happened to be his mother over, and they shushed the boys away, working on a now passed out Kirishima. Denki rubbed the back of his neck, which was now covered in small circles that were completely red. "she hit me..with a fucking stirring spoon!" bakugo crossed his arms, rolling his eyes. "shut up idiot."
He moved to the window, glancing out before marching out if the house, stepping on the door that lay on the floor in the process. Kaminari saw this and walked after him, leaving sero to help the two with Kiri. He grabbed another canteen from his bag, unscrewing it and holding Kirishima's chin up as he guzzler the strong liquid. He giggled a little after waking up, acting a bit tipsy. The two blondes stood right next to each other, staring at the sky in comfortable silence. Kaminari moved his head to glance sideways at the taller boy. "so..what's next?" bakugo sighed, shrugging his shoulders. He opened his mouth to answer when a piece if paper hit him in the face. He grabbed it, looking down at the black ink words that were stamped onto the crinkled surface. "fucking wind today causing so many problems.." he muttered as he read, bit stopped himself as his eyes darted around the page. Kaminari raised a brow. "what is it?" bakugo handed hm the paper to read, talking to him a your it as his dyes scanned over the ink. "there's apparently a royal ball going on tomorrow..its the perfect cover if we want to break in and steal the crown while the party is going on!" Kaminari's face stretched into a smug smirk, folding the paper and putting it into his pockets. "now you're thinking like a thief!"he laughed, smiling brightly as Bakugo just watched him, a small smile on his face. He scowled once more Nd looked away before putting a hand on Kaminari's shoulder, causing the laugh to catch in his throat. He looked to him. "yeah?" bakugo flushed, shuffling uncomfortably. "dunceface..i- I think I'm in lo-" his sentence was interrupted by a gunshot, along with a shout from sero. "you're drunk Kiri! Don't touch Kaminari's flintlock-! DON'T POINT IT AT ME! GET YOUR HAND OFF THE TRIGGER! STOP IT!" Kaminari blinked, shrugging to bakigo before running into the house to help. Bakugo just stood still, staring at the spot Kaminari was just a second ago. He balled his fists, looking down to his feet as the afternoon sun beat down on him, the thick woods surrounding him almost like a comforting hug. The birds chirped, and the sound of stampeding centaurs echoed through the valley. Small yellow butterflies gracefully flew through the grass that was up to bakugo's knees, soft yellow glitter flying off their delicate wings as they played with the fairies. He glanced up to the large castle looming on the cliff above, moving his hands to angrily flip it off, silently hoping one of the maid would see and alert the royals, or even the royals themselves see him. He grunted before shoving his hands in his pockets, turning on his heel and stomping into the house. eventually, Kaminari Bakugo and Sero overpowered kirishima, grabbing the gun from his hand and sitting him down on the couch. the woman had calmed down by this point, and instead of taking her anger out on kaminari with her spoon, she aggressively made them a meal, muttering under her breath 'rude barbarians just breaking my door down...' she shook her head, sighing. they all sat down at the oak dining table, watching the boy who told them his name was izuku, scribble violently in his notebook, eyes tracing over Kirishima's figure on the couch. he muttered under his breath, causing Bakugo to scowl deeply at him. "Shut up you damn nerd!" he yelled at him, and almost immediately the muttering stopped. kaminari looked to him. "hey, blasty, what's up with the sudden attitude?" bakugo looked as if he were going to strangle him, a massive vein popping out of his neck slightly. "i just don't trust him. that's all you fucktard." kaminari put his feet on the table, only to take them down moments later after recieving a death glare from the woman named inko. "well why not? he basically save kirish-" kaminari shut his mouth as the food was placed in front of him, taking his hat off, placing it into his lap and digging into it without a second thought. Bakugo just took the wooden spoon and swirled it around the soup in the bowl. "that exactly why i can't trust him. why would he be so willing to help a complete stranger, let alone a fucking dragon, a bartender, a prince of a rivaling kingdom, and a fucking wanted criminal?!" kaminari gasped for air, coming up from his bowl. "i prefer the term 'expert thief' " he replied with a smirk before going back to stuffing his face. "what the fuck ever dunceface, call it what you will.." sero looked up at him, sipping slowly on the creamy liquid. "well, some people are just nice i guess?" he shrugged, looking to kaminari. "breathe man. it's not going anywhere" bakugo looked away from the too, finally bringing his spoon up to his mouth, blowing onto the sloshing off-white soup, eyes following the steam billowing off it. He sighed in annoyance, slurping it and staring out the window. he put the spoon down once more as kirishima snored from the couch. he looked around at his friends smiling and talking with complete strangers, jealousy engulfing his heart as he saw sero put a hand on kaminari's shoulder. he blinked at the strange thought, wondering why he would feel such a thing. he put his head in his hands, letting out a low groan.

'why do things have to be so complicated..?'