The night was heavy with mist as you stumbled through the crooked forest path, your boots sinking into damp earth with every step. You didn’t know how you had gotten here—one moment you were in your own world, the next you were standing beneath a sky filled with two pale moons, their light spilling silver across endless trees.

The rustle of movement startled you. You spun on your heel, heart hammering—only to find a tall, broad figure with spiked blond hair stepping from between the trees. He wore fur-trimmed armor across his shoulders, the kind a barbarian prince might don, and his sharp crimson eyes narrowed at you like you were an intruder.

“Tch. Another lost idiot?” His voice was gravel, low and cutting. “This forest eats people alive. What the hell are you doing here?”

Before you could stammer an answer, the ground shook beneath your feet. Leaves shivered loose from the trees as a massive shadow unfurled above you—wings. Huge, scarlet, gleaming in the moonlight. A dragon landed between you and the forest’s depths, scales rippling like living fire. Its glowing golden eyes softened when they fell on you.

The beast shrank, twisting, folding upon itself until what stood there instead was a man—tall, broad-shouldered, his wild red hair falling across his forehead. His grin was sharp but warm, his voice deep and strangely comforting.

“Easy there. You’re not from around here, are you?” he asked, extending a hand. “Name’s Kirishima. Don’t be scared—I won’t hurt ya.”

Bakugo scoffed, bristling. “Don’t make promises for me, dumbass. We don’t even know what he is.”

The way his crimson eyes locked on you made your stomach flutter, though his hostility didn’t feel entirely genuine—it felt protective.

Kirishima chuckled, glancing between you and Bakugo. “C’mon, Katsuki, you can’t just leave him out here. He’s probably freezing.”

“I don’t care,” Bakugo snapped, crossing his arms. “He’s not my responsibility.”