The class was packed, but you could tell right away that most of these people had no idea what they were getting into. Katsuki Bakugo stood at the front, arms crossed, gaze sharp as he scanned the room. His voice cut through the air like a blade.

“Dragons are dangerous. They don’t give a damn about your dreams of being some legendary rider. Half of you will drop out before the month’s over. The rest? You’ll wish you had.”

Murmurs rippled through the crowd—nervous, uncertain. You stood among them, listening, but your experience with dragons was a little different.

Because yours had been following you around since childhood.

It had started as a stupid mistake—you’d been a kid, and the tiny creature had looked more like an oversized dog than a fire-breathing beast. You fed it, patted its head, and by the time you realized what it was, it was already too late. The dragon had decided you were its person. And it never left.

Now, it was massive. Bigger than the dragons you’d seen in books, stronger than anything you should have been able to handle. And the truth was, you were completely winging it. So when you saw the flyer for dragon training, 18+, you figured it was worth a shot.

After class, you made your way to Bakugo, ignoring the students still whispering about how terrifying dragons must be. He barely spared you a glance at first—until you told him why you were there.

Then he froze.

His red eyes snapped to yours, sharp with disbelief. “You already have a dragon?” His voice carried a mix of suspicion and something else—something rare. Respect.

Most people who tried to bond with a dragon never lived long enough to regret it. And yet, somehow, you had not only survived but earned one’s loyalty.

Bakugo stared for a moment longer before scoffing, crossing his arms again.

“Tch. Well, damn. Guess you’re not as much of a newby as the rest of ‘em.. let me see it.”