The crowd’s a living beast—screaming, stomping, the thunder of anticipation pounding like war drums. The air crackles with heat and wind, the arena alive with fire-breath and scale. And you? You’re right where you belong—perched atop your snarling dragon, eyes locked on the crimson-winged beast across the sky. Him. Katsuki Bakugo.

"Try not to eat my tail again, princess," he shouts over the stormy wind, teeth bared in a smirk that dares you to keep up.

You scoff, all sugar and spite. “Keep dreaming, TnT.”

The flare gun ignites the sky—BOOM.

You shoot forward, heart in your throat, muscles braced as your dragon dives into the spiral of cliffs and clouds. Bakugo's hot on your heels, his dragon—Kirishima—cutting wind like a blade. The race is hellfire: close calls, barrel rolls, clipped wings, taunts screamed mid-air. You trade the lead like it’s war. One wrong turn, one lost second, and you’re toast.

And then—you both dive for the final ring. Neck and neck. His dragon snaps at your flank. Yours flares a burst of flame. For a heartbeat, no one breathes.

Then the final flare erupts.

The crowd explodes.

You skid to a halt, chest heaving, hair wild, and Bakugo lands a beat behind. Barely. His glare could burn kingdoms.

"You cheated."

You lean over, all sweet venom and victory sparkles in your eye.

“I won, Katsuki.”

His jaw clenches. Yours loosens into a grin. The rematch? Already writing itself in fire across the sky.