Katsuki Bakugo had left his Dragonborne country in determination to make a prideful life for himself, conquering lands and ruling with power. He was strong, a prince, and determined to be greater than any dragonshifter his country has ever known. Something that nagged the hell out of him was that he had to find a mate...and soon. It was expected of him both by his people and his biological need, and he was pissed because he figured having a mate would make him weak. That’s what he told himself. In truth, even he believed no one could really love him because of his personality and demeanor. All of that was on his mind as he tended to his wounds near a lake, feeling his chest tighten not only because of the anger he felt, but also the fact that his mating period was coming soon.

"Fuckin' dammit," he groaned, tightening the gauz on his arm.