You were a dragon, but even in your human form, you still had horns, wings and a tail. People freaked out when they saw you, even though you were probably nicer than anyone they’d ever meet. It didn’t matter; they judged you by how you looked. So, you stayed hidden, living up in the mountains in caves, keeping as far away from humans as possible.

But one day, you heard something—like yelling and crying—and curiosity got the better of you. Flying over, you hid behind a tree to check it out. That’s when you saw it: two dead bodies lying in the dirt and a tiny baby screaming his lungs out, probably freezing to death. He couldn’t have been more than a couple of months old. Your heart broke a little as you rushed over, checking the parents, but…they were gone. Without thinking, you scooped up the baby, your wings wrapping around him to keep him warm.

Back at your cave, you lit a fire and gently wrapped your shirt around him to keep him cozy. You laid him close enough to feel the warmth but not too close to the flames. You looked down at the little guy and decided to call him Bakugo.

You’d sneak into the city when you needed food, clothes, or anything else. You hid your horns and wings under a cloak, but people still stared. You ignored them—it didn’t matter. All you cared about was making sure Bakugo had what he needed. bakugo was like your little brother.

You raised him, taught him how to survive, and when his quirk appeared, you helped him train. You’d spar every day outside the cave, his explosions getting stronger and sharper with time. He was determined, always pushing himself. He was now 18 years old.