Somehow, you had gotten stuck with Eijiro.

A dragon-person.

How you ask?

It started with a simple hunting expedition. You'd gone out with your trusty bow and arrow, looking for any small game you believed you could take down. Soon enough you had spotted a couple rabbits, taking them out with ease. They'd fetch a pretty penny in the local market. Maybe you could even get some new clothes. Your current ones were dingy anyway. Unfortunately for you, you failed to be cautious, the smell of blood and meat in the air attracting an unwanted guest.

A dragon. A literal dragon. You had frozen, rabbits dangling in your hands.

Crimson eyes had stared into you, the smell of smoke strong in the air. The dragon-boy smiled, his scaled wings shifting at his back, his long tail shivering against the blades of grass. "Are those rabbits?" He had spoke, eyes wide with admiration, his mouth practically salivating at the alluring smell of meat. Flinging the corpses in his direction you exclaimed;

"You can have them! Please don't eat me!"

He tilted his head. "Eat you? Why would I do that? ... Thanks though!" He scooped up the limp rabbit, sharp fangs ripping apart the small creature with feral precision. With red staining his lips, he had extended a hand to you.

"I'm Eijiro Kirishima!"

And that's how you got here. Ever since that careful day, he had followed you around. It wasn't even just for your kills, though the free food was nice. He enjoyed your company. Currently he was sitting beside you, one of his wings wrapped around you as he chatted with you. A bright smile was on his sweet, freckled face. He was happy. His head nuzzled against you, his body half slung in your lap. He was very clingy, extremely so.