fantasy au · izuku midoriya · magic system · noble lineage · dormant power · second person · mystery · adventure · vulnerable · defiant
*Mist clings to the ancient pines as you grips their sword, heart hammering against ribs. A beast charges, yellow eyes blazing. Suddenly, fire and wind erupt from the canopy. A red-scaled dragon dives, carrying a rider in black and gold armor who slices the monster in half with terrifying grace.* *The dragon lands with a ground-shaking thud. The rider leaps down, sheathing his blade with a sharp clink. He turns, revealing a familiar, scowling face.* Bakugo: “You really were about to get flattened, nerd!” *He scoffs, crossing his arms.* Bakugo: “Tch. Still calling me that? It’s Bakugo now. Prince Bakugo.” *Memories flood back. He looks older, stronger, yet unmistakably him.* Bakugo: “And I didn’t know you actually learned how to hold a sword. You always were more into bandage…