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Consider, dragon Shouto forgoing the traditional kidnapping victim (a princess) to snatch up the sweetheart of a squire, Izuku, instead.
For some added plot, Bakugou is either a fellow dragon, or another squire (or maybe even a mix of both, like a squire who is secretly half-dragon) who storms in on them post kidnapping because what the hell Shouto?!
Shouto doesn’t care about tradition or Bakugou’s concerns. He’s far too busy trying to woo the King of his Heart, thank you very much.
I FINALLY FINISHED IT
Shoto had been watching the human for a while now.
Growing up, his father had always insisted that the other species was a pest; a nuisance that needed to be eradicated. Apparently, the best way to do that was to lure the stronger ones out into the open—under the pretence of heroism—and kill them off one by one. When Shoto had made the mistake of asking how his father planned on accomplishing such a task, he’d spoken of princesses and kidnapping.
That wasn’t what Shoto was doing now though!
It had been years since he’d last seen his father. He’d escaped his clutches at the first opportunity, roaming the skies to his heart’s content, enjoying his freedom. He might have been labelled a monster by the creatures of the land, but he wasn’t cruel.
At least, he didn’t want to be.
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class1akids · 3 months
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andypantsx3 · 5 months
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part ii of the dragon shouto au : prequel + part i warnings: unedited lol, afab implied fem reader, possessive dragon boyfriend shouto, unrealistically excellent first time, 18+ minors please dni!!
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the thing about having a human-shaped shouto on your hands was that he didn't quite seem to understand humans did things differently than dragons.
where before you'd cuddle up against shouto in his dragon form and spend the night insulated under his thick leathery wings, or let him rest his head in your lap as you absently stroked his scales—those things took on an entirely different connotation when you thought about performing them with a human man.
particularly a human man who looked like shouto.
shouto did not appreciate the distinction.
"i am yours and you are mine," he said simply, the third night after he'd transformed.
you'd tried to take him home, at first, unclear about what to do with an entire human man on your hands, but had quickly realized this unwise.
your parents, ordinarily traditional and fussy, had been floored by the audacity of your bringing a man home still unwed. but they had kept their distance once shouto's pupils went slitted, and a familiar guttural noise tore out of him when they attempted to remove you from him, not-quite-human-teeth snapping.
it was exactly as it had been when you'd brought him home as a child, and he a lizard the size of a fat cat. he'd staked an unmistakable claim on you, and any hand that got between you two would be severed.
so you'd taken shouto back out into the field where he'd transformed, in the interest of keeping your family home intact. you'd lit a fire again, camping out with him over night, trying to keep your distance and failing.
"it's different with humans," you said, freezing when shouto's head suddenly appeared in your lap. he looked up at you expectantly, those blue and grey eyes searching your face, a tiny frown on his lovely mouth.
"it is not different. you are mine in any form," he said. a large, elegant-fingered hand caught yours, guiding your hand up to his hair.
you laughed despite yourself, his insistence on being pet all too familiar in any form as well. carefully, you stroked your fingers through the red and white strands, marveling at their silky softness. shouto's eyes slipped closed and he let out a contented huff, long eyelashes sweeping the tops of his cheeks.
your face heated. he was very beautiful.
"in human custom, i can only belong to one man," you said to shouto, unable to keep the dismay from your voice.
you did not want to take a husband, and it would be all the more difficult now that the entire village had seen human shouto trailing after you the last few days, following you as he always did in his dragon form. except now they had all seen very human, very male hands on you, had seen how closely shouto shadowed you, as if your body was an extension of his own, and no space was needed between you.
you knew there was already talk.
"i am one man," shouto rumbled, turning his face into your stomach. something fluttery jumped in your stomach as the feeling of his soft exhalation over your hip bone.
"i meant a husband, shouto," you said. "i am obliged to take a husband."
shouto was quiet a moment, before another slow, hot breath warmed the fabric of your shirt. "you said i was the only boy for you."
something lightning hot raced up your spine, embarrassment mixed with the thrill of the implication. you looked into the fire for something to do with your attention, watching the flames lick over the logs.
"i said that when you were a dragon," you hissed, your ears prickling with heat. "i didn't mean you would be my husband."
a strong arm wound its way around your waist, pulling you that much closer to shouto, locking you against him. a fiery blue eye cracked open, fixing on you with inhuman intensity. the pupil looked a little slitted in the firelight, and you swallowed in apprehension.
"i am yours and you are mine. if that means i am to be your husband then i will be," shouto said with unmistakable decisiveness.
the thing in your stomach fluttered again, and your thighs shifted beneath shouto's head. his other hand gripped the flesh above your knee, holding you in place.
you choked, your hands freezing in shouto's mop of white-and-scarlet hair. "you don't know what that means."
his hands tightened on you. "i have lived among your people nearly as long as you have. i am not unfamiliar with human custom."
your face burned, words slipping out of your reach. did he really understand what he was saying here? you'd known he'd long understood you, but it had never been clearly exactly how much his dragon brain was processing. but now...
"but you can't—if you know what it means—shouto, you can't—"
a hot mouth met the skin of your stomach, just under your shirt, and the words choked off in your throat. a slow, careful nip to your skin made you freeze.
"i will be your husband and you will be mine," he purred, his voice slightly muffled against your skin. his mouth dragged over your hip.
your hand fisted in his hair, gripping on for purchase. shouto did not seem to mind, his mouth mapping the edge of your stomach, your hip, the waistline of your unladylike trousers.
a shaky breath escaped you. "there are parts of a human union, though, shouto, that i'm not sure you, um, quite understand."
the hand at your knee slid up your thigh as the hand at your back disappeared, reappearing at your hip, pulling the waist of your pants a little lower.
"i understand," shouto replied, his mouth meeting the newly exposed strip of skin above your pelvis. it was only his grip on you, the weight of him across your legs that kept you from jumping a mile into the air. "i have taken this form for that reason."
words failed you, their meanings slipping right out of your mind as shouto's mouth moved painfully gently and deliberately lower and lower.
"ah, shouto—" you managed.
shouto hummed, and you felt his eyelashes flutter against the skin of your stomach, though most of his face was obscured by the fall of your shirt.
"you smell like mine," he rumbled into your skin, sounding altogether too pleased. "i will make it so. i will keep you and care for you as you have kept and cared for me."
another trembling breath quivered in your lungs before you found yourself flat on your back on the ground. shouto had somehow managed to keep himself beneath your shirt, only this time his mouth met the underside of your chest bindings.
"you like it," his voice sounded wondering where it issued from beneath your shirt. you'd have found it comical if not for what he was saying. "you like this form—i can smell it."
his weight moved on your legs, shifting into the cradle of your thighs. he was so warm and broad over you, hot as fire even though the shirt and trousers you'd managed to wrangle him into.
you did not like being laid so bare, but shouto was your oldest friend, and your attention was rapidly being subsumed not by his words but by the feeling of your chest bindings coming undone under your shirt.
"shouto—you are, um, of course very handsome," you said, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders. you thought you should push him away to have this conversation from a safer distance, but your arms were barren of the strength to do so, instead clutching him closer. "but you've only been a man for a couple of days. what if there are other women who—oh—oh!"
a hot mouth closed over your left nipple, soft but firm as if in reprimand. "there are no other women. there is only you."
a hot tongue, a little longer than you thought might be normal, laved over the peak. your hips pressed up into shouto without your say so, hands gripping the fabric of his shirt. he was doing a little too well under there.
"sho—shouto," you said when he found the other breast, long fingers pulling your bindings down to expose it to him. you'd never had a man's mouth on you before, except for the kiss shouto had given you upon first transforming.
the feeling was mind-numbingly good, and suddenly the idea of a husband—of shouto as your husband—was altogether too appealing, if this is what it was going to be like.
your hips shifted into him again, and you felt his rumbling purr in the meat of your breast.
"my treasure. mine." shouto said when he finally seemed satisfied with the attention he'd lavished on your breasts.
he pulled himself back out of your shirt, leaning in to take your mouth instead as he laid himself out over you. you could feel something firm and insistent press against your inner thigh, hot and hard and unmistakable.
shivers crawled up your skin, little frissons of pleasure.
"say you will be mine," shouto puffed against your mouth, his hands already yanking at your trousers. "please say you will be mine."
he was so handsome over you, your most steadfast friend wearing the most beautiful face you had ever seen, new to you and yet so undeniably familiar, somehow. the sight of him settled that feeling inside you you'd had your entire life, the feeling that the thing you were meant for was just out of reach, just beyond the next corner.
he looked like everything you were meant for—everything that was meant for you.
feeling strangely squirmish and shy, you managed an answer. "i always have been."
a heartbreakingly beautiful grin swept over shouto's mouth, a sweet half-moon. his pupils were unmistakably slitted, his two-toned eyes looking just as they did in his dragon form.
in a few shift movements shouto had you both divested of your trousers, and was pressing slowly, carefully inside you.
the feeling was strange, foreign. but with shouto over you, the weight of him holding you down kept you grounded, and soft kisses to your neck and shoulder kept you just distracted enough as he slid home inside of you.
you felt full in a way you'd never imagined, physically and otherwise. your nerves sparked to life when two of shouto's fingers found their way to where you connected, pressing firmly over your clit. a shivery moan escaped you, and shouto's mouth clamped down lightly over your shoulder.
"mine, mine, mine," he groaned into your skin, flexing his hips. the slide of him inside you was better than you'd known it would be, especially when he cupped the small of your back, pulling you into him at an angle.
between his fingers on your clit, rubbing little insistent circles, and the press of him inside of you, you quickly grew frantic, returning his thrusts with eager motions of your own hips, reveling in the way it sent sparks skittering up all your nerve endings.
your liked the way your breasts pressed into his chest, the firm way he held you to him, the bruises he was sucking into the skin of your neck. talented fingers pinched carefully at your clit, a slurry of sensation.
he seemed determined to work you up, hard and fast, and he was succeeding. you felt like pudding in his hands, melting, dripping, hot over his fingers. every single one of his movements seemed calculated to drive you insane, drive you to writhe against him harder, more desperately.
in no time at all you were gasping his name into the cool night air, chasing the release of an unfamiliar pressure.
"let go, love," shouto said, kissing your mouth again. "let go and be mine."
you nodded, words failing you as something inside of you snapped and a tidal wave of pleasure crashed into you, sweeping away all thought. shouto fucked you right through it, his groans rumbling into growls, full-throated and deep. the slide of him inside you became almost too much and you squirmed underneath him, but couldn't bring yourself to want it to stop.
shouto's thrusts grew faster, messier. you heard his fingers rake the ground at the side of your head as he finally came too, his slender hips grinding into your thigh as he spilled inside of you. he went rigid over you, huffing your name, until finally he relaxed into you, his hard body pinning you to the ground.
"this will be an interesting conversation to have," you said some minutes later, when both of you had settled. your hands found their way into shouto's hair again and he pressed up into them like a pleased tomcat.
"there will be no question now. you are my mate, and i am your husband," shouto said, sounding smug. his eyes were closed but you thought they would be glittering with pleasure if they were open.
"we'll still need to do the human ceremony," you said. "but i can't imagine anyone could stop us."
shouto all but purred. "i will eat them if they try."
you laughed, yanking on his hair. "you will do no such thing."
"then i will fly you off to the nearest cave and mate you so thoroughly no questions could ever be asked," he said instead. "there will be no doubt you are mine."
your thighs clenched involuntarily around his hips, and you could tell by the flutter of his long lashes that he was suppressing a smug expression.
"maybe for the honeymoon," you allowed, trying not to sound too interested.
but shouto was your oldest friend and you were learning he'd long known everything about you. "definitely for the honeymoon," he decided, shifting to pull you into the circle of his arms, tucked safely into his side.
you settled into his embrace, feeling truly content for the first time in your life, certain of the one thing shouto had been insisting this whole time.
you were his, and he was yours. always.
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freaky-yuki18 · 4 months
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Christmas tired out Santa's helpers... Looks like the New Year's kiss will have to wait until morning.
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agentredposts · 6 months
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Modern highschool but fantasy with alot of creatures and magicals beings too. In this world humans are rare, almost like myths.
And its the Vampire prince!Shouto who one day ends up— he is the first one ofc—finding out that you are actually a human, hiding behind a costume and perfumes. Since that day he tries to get closer to you and keep you to himself. Oh not to forget that he's the hot and popular but untouchable dark prince of the school.
Should I try some headcannons or story with that, maybe? 👀
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talimlbcnart · 2 years
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"It don' bite" Deku, probably.
I forgot to post this here 😅
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devivi12 · 3 months
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MY HERO ACADEMIA - Fantasy au - video cosplay
Looking for the treasure
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l-anna-art · 2 years
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Shouto just wanted a quiet, peaceful trip. That shouldn't be too much to ask, no?
A fantasy au with dragon Izuku.
Please don’t repost without credits
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dropofbittersea · 20 days
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See, the thing is, Midoriya Izuku had been born with a curse. It’s not a curse that’s particularly visible. He doesn’t have horns, or a tortured face, and it’s not the kind of silly curse like a friend of his had way down south in Diagnor, wherein the girl had been born without the ability to say the word duck. Midoriya Izuku is just extremely unlucky.
(Or the AU in which Izuku's the world's unluckiest travelling merchant, and Katsuki is someone who may be able to help him. For a price, that is.)
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willowser · 1 year
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Ooooh nerd!bkg is definitely gonna get jealous af after that fight, seeing you walking around w some other guy 🤣💆🏽‍♀️
see, i think the thing with nerd bakugou is that he's such a smarty-pants know-it-all, right ? so just like his canon counterpart — who is also such a nerd btw !! — he's so arrogant about it ?? bc he's been top of his class, valedictorian, smartest guy in the room for such a long time, and he really does have an ego about always knowing what to do, always having a plan, always figuring shit out !! so i really think he leaves the encounter in the library like whatever, i can totally fix this. all he's gotta do is talk to you, explain his side of things and then everything will be fine.
except he's also such a loser about his feelings !!!! and he has a hard time admitting, out loud to you, that he doesnt understand what's going on between you two simply bc you are so out of his league. how does he tell you hey i didn't think you really liked me because you could do way better, easily ??? he's a fool !!! an absolute goof !! and this man actually starts off his apology with, "you don't know what you're talking about, and this is why you shouldn't be talking to mina about this shit, because she doesn't know, either."
I'M THROWING THE DOOR IN HIS FACE. GOODBYE. HOW ARE YOU GONNA COME AND "APOLOGIZE" AND YOU START OFF LIKE THAT ??? GOODBYE FOUR-EYES.
and the whole thing throws him off, so he's back to the library (N E R D !!!!) trying to come up with a new way to get you to finally hear him out, and he's really supposed to be studying for an exam but — every time someone comes up to the second floor, he's cranking his head around trying to see if it's you, by chance.
it never is, because you don't study at the library. only studied there because of him. instead you go to some cafe on the other side of campus that he has no reason to find himself at — bakugou doesn't even like coffee — but he's just checking. to see if, maybe, perhaps, he might run into you there. and he does.
and you're with goddamn todoroki.
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jasontoddssuper · 1 year
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Hyperspecific ship dynamic that owns my heart:Goth bf x Pastel gf x Goth gf
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teenytraveler · 1 year
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The illustration i got to work on for @valkyriezines! it was challenging to try and make so many characters work on one spread but i ended up having so much fun with this one!
Shouto asleep on his dragon is literally a mood, i relate to him on a personal level 😂🙈
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amandasmurfee · 1 year
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It’s Nov 1! Which means it’s time to unveil this month’s patronus pin: Dragon Todoroki 🐉 You’ll have *all month* to pledge for him, or until slots fill 🐲
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andypantsx3 · 11 months
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thinking about dragon shouto.
as a child you come across what you think is a weird fat lizard the size of a cat, playing in the fields just outside of your village. it's got a mesmerizing pattern of ruby red scales overlapping snowy white ones, and two little nubby horns at either side of its head.
it spends the afternoon napping on a sun-warmed rock nearby, blinking at you with strange, mismatched eyes whenever you come over to stare at it. you feed it some of the berries you'd gathered for your own snack, and it seems to like them, nosing around in your hand for more after it's finished them. when you leave, it curls its tail around itself and watches you go with a solemn stare.
you see it several more times out in the fields after that, always bringing it little treats—the crust of your morning bread, some cheese, a rainbow of berries from the bushes at the edge of the forest. it's patient when you prod it curiously, running your fingers over the strange little flaps on its back that look almost like they could unfold into wings. it seems to like when you do that, eyes falling closed, and you swear you hear it snuffle softly.
it skitters home with you then, and your family shits themselves when they realize you've dragged home a dragon. it's a toddler same as you, and a male as far as they can tell. but it's too late to get rid of him—dragons are notoriously possessive creatures, and any attempt made to separate you two is met with a flash of tiny fangs, a jet of fire, and a case of lizard stink eye so mean it's like he's trying to scald the flesh off of people with his stare alone.
and after that, you're his and he's yours.
you name him shouto—a person's name—because he seems so much like his own person, all his wants and needs communicated clearly. he goes with you everywhere until he becomes too large to fit into buildings, first reaching the size of a horse, then your family's thatched hut. by the time you reach your majority, he's the size of the smithy in the village center.
and then, not a few months after your own birthday, he comes into his majority, and with it, his full powers.
and that's how you find yourself confronted with over six feet of very naked, very handsome man—with split red-and-white hair, and two mismatched eyes, and an incredibly familiar possessiveness over you...
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dynamightgod · 1 year
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The Bastard Queen (preview)
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Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Eijirou Kirishima x Reader
Warnings: major character death, violence, abuse, trauma, domestic abuse, fantasy violence, fantasy AU, ooc Enji, David is a sadistic fuck
Summary: The Kingdom of Galeia falls into chaos when the death of King Enji Todoroki leaves the realm on the hands of his son Touya. But after it is revealed that Enji left the kingdom to his youngest daughter, the kingdom is plunged into war and Y/N must fight for her place in this new world or perish under Touya's sadistic rule.
A/N: pausing my other fantasy AU blood of the Dragon because I finished House of Dragon and got inspired to write something else a little different, so think of it like a revamp of Blood of the Dragon. This is a preview of the fic that will be out on Saturday at the latest, I still have a couple scenes to finish but honestly I'm quite proud of this one and I couldn't wait to share. It is sad and a little tragic but I hope it excites you guys and makes you want to read the whole thing when it's done. Let me know what you think!
Inspired by House of the Dragon and Game of thrones
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"Brother please…." Natsuo begged, his voice cracking as he looked at his brother, standing in front of the throne. Touya's face faltered but only a moment before his expression was stony once more. "Do not divide our house." Touya is silent for a moment, before a look of realization is then encased in bewildered rage. 
"You….you want her to rule too?" Natsuo groaned, Y/N watched him. He was trying to placate Touya. He could explode in rage and a tantrum easily and normally Natsuo was the only one who could ever descelate him before he became destructive. 
"We swore an oath at father's bedside." He pulls the parchment from his robes, handing it to Tomura who opens it and looks it over before turning to Touya with a smug grin. 
" I told you. The shadows know all within these walls." Touya howled, it was eerie, a sound of anger and rage and madness. He tore the parchment to pieces. Tenya Iida gasps. 
"But the King-"
"You all have a new King now. Bend the knee I command it." No one moved, the air thick and heavy, Natsuo looked like he was floundering, Fuyumi cowered beside Y/N, only Shouto, seemed unphased by Touya. 
"BEND THE KNEE! YOUR KING COMMANDS IT!" Touya shrieked, his voice bouncing and echoing off the walls of the hall. Y/N stared at him in disbelief, eyes swollen and red from the tears that silently fell. 
Suddenly a hand placed upon her shoulder, she turns just to feel Shouto give her a gentle squeeze before walking into the middle of the room. Touya's enraged expression turned to one of smug cruelty as he stared his younger brother down. 
"Shouto," He hissed, Y/N winced, the tone he used triggering her memories of the dark room he had kept the two of them in as children. Tormented and frightened. But Shouto stood tall and strong. He pointed a finger at the brother who had maimed him. 
"Usurper." He spat on the ground. 
"Tomura!" Touya shouted. Y/N and her other siblings could only watch in horror as Necromancer Tomura slithered out from behind Touya and lunged for Shouto. Shouto tried to run but wasn't fast enough. Only a few feet from his sister did he pause. The sound of metal slicing flesh could be heard. 
"SHOUTO!" Y/N screamed. Shouto looked down, blood pooling at his chest. 
"Q….Queen." His eyes rolled as Tomura pulled his blade from the Prince's back. 
"Y/N! Fuyumi!" Natsuo grabbed his little sisters,, pushing them behind him. Y/N watched Tenya Iida and Sero Hanta step forward. 
"Enough Touya. Don't do this. Don't start a war." Iida, ever the peaceful tried to reason with the rogue prince. 
"If you won't bend the knee, you'll rot in a prison cell. And you," He pointed a finger at Y/N, his tone clipped and disgusted. "Well go back to whatever whore house my father fucked your mother in. You will always be a bastard." He spat the words at her. 
Tomura stepped forward, pulling his hands from his cloak, dark shadows began to ooze from his finger tips, surrounding the group who stood terrified. He chanted, his voice low as the vines of black smoke began to twist and worm their way towards the group.
"We have to protect the Queen." Iida shouted to Sero. More kingsguard were filing into the hall. 
"Throw them in with the others!" Touya said with a wave of his hand, turning his back on the group. He sat down in his father's chair, a twisted grin on his face. 
Y/N closed her eyes, collapsing to crawl towards Shouto. The prince stared up, eye blank. Blood trickled from his ear and mouth. He was gone. 
The Princess had little time to grieve as she was hoisted up once more by Sero who pushed her behind him. 
"You must flee. Get out of here." Y/N looked around desperately, there was no way, not with the Necromancer Tomura and the kingsguard surrounding them. 
A sudden tremble in the floor caused the tension to break for a moment before a roar broke out through the hall, piercing the ears of everyone within. Y/N looked up to see a hint of red and then a dragon, snarling menacingly down at the supposed King. 
"Impossible. Dragons don't exist." Tomura whispered. Touya stood mouth agape. 
The Dragon only looked at the girl in the middle. She stood eyes wide in disbelief and relief. 
"Kirishima." She uttered. 
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