Dreamwalker

The price to pay

A/N: Credits for the song and the poetry to the Doctor Who TV Series of BBC! Also, if you are appreciating this story, please remember to vote it. I am honestly surprised it got already 81 reads as I am writing this note. I will be thankful for any of your thoughts about my plot (which has now practically a life of his own, so, yeah... long chapter ahead.).

When Mistarin gets back to the training hall with Mistdream, bringing him up to date along the way on the situation, they make a big impression on the students of class 1A.

Well, he is tall. Like, very, very tall.

And... horns and hooves? A-And... did you see the sheer amount of muscles?!?

That guy is making Endeavor look small...

What kind of people exactly live in Midoriya's world?!?

But Aizawa just feels a headache rising.

'What is this now?'

"Hey, What is a walking bull-man doing here? Mistarin, what explanation do you have?"

"He is the ally I talked to you about. Today we were able to call him over."

"We?!?"

"Yes. Without the dragon, I wouldn't have been able to open the portal or call out to him."

"You-what-Midoriya--Weren't you just training to-Why didn't you tell me before doing it?!?"

Meet Aizawa, poor teacher on the edge of a nervous breakdown.

"Yeah, she tends to do that. I am with you on this, man." The oversized... minotaur?, says, trying to offer some support.

'He can talk? Why does he remind me of Kirishima?'

Aizawa stares at him, an eyebrow raised, feeling a pain in his neck after a while of trying and looking him in the eyes from so close. 'This guy is too tall for my liking...'

"My apologies. Some matters are quite private for the dragon, and I didn't want him to feel embarrassed." Her tone speaks for her: further questions on the matter will get you nowhere. Even if Aizawa didn't understand a thing of what she's referring to.

At least this one seems friendlier than her, judging from how he spoke before.

"Umpf. Fine. Let's start this again." He turns to the... whatever he is. "My name is Shouta Aizawa. I am a teacher here at the UA, and I am known also as the hero Eraserhead.

Nice to meet you.", he says, trying to be polite, despite his usual tired tone.

He then stretches his hand out, only to be dragged in by very muscular hands in a strong embrace.

"Hahaha! No need to be formal, little one! I like to meet friendly humans! The name's Ogaleesha Mistdream, tauren druid of the Emerald Dream! Is nice to meet you too!"

"Mmmpfhh! Agh! Let go! You are crushing me!"

The tauren lets Aizawa breathe again, who is surprised to find that his ribs are all still intact.

"Ups, sorry... But I have to say, really, you do look quite fragile, even in comparison to the humans I have met in Azeroth."

'Fragile?!?' Aizawa doesn't know if he should feel irritated or amused, but before he can reply, Mistarin steps in.

"That's because his fighting style is similar to that of a rogue, Mistdream. Try being a little less... physical, with him. And the children over there are the students. So be delicate, you clumsy calf."

"Geez. Ok, ok, ma'am. You have quite the protective grandma here, haven't you?"

He pats Aizawa on the shoulder, pointing at her over his shoulder with a thumb. And he chuckles again.