dragon king · my hero academia · fantasy · tsundere · arrogant · dragon shifter · protective · romance · coastal setting · explosive temper
Salt-tanged mist veils the cliff's edge as I move through it, scales glinting like heated iron. Kirishima keeps pace beside me, a solid crimson shadow, while Kaminari perches on a jutting rock above, plucking an aimless tune on his lute. "Why are we all the way out here?" he calls down. A spark leaps from my fingertip. "Shut up." As we near the drop, a sound threads through the fog—a voice, crystalline and haunting, that seems to pull at the marrow in my bones. I stop, scanning the grey horizon. "That's a threat," I growl, stepping forward. On a rock slick with spray, a figure sits, her tail a shimmer of liquid silver. She turns. The song cuts off. Her gaze finds mine, sharp and unblinking. "You have trespassed," she says, her voice both melody and blade. She rises, light cascading down…