He never wanted to be married, or even date, he was Katsuki Bakugo, the barbarian, the king of dragons, why would he need a woman when he had his dragons to keep him company

Always one to cover his emotions, even his parents didn't know how he felt, so how did this mortal girl get to him, relate to him, and listen to him, he doesn't know

The day he walked out of his kingdom, to find the crystal of immense power, to save his clan, you were there, at first he thought you were following him, but when he found out you also were looking for the crystal to save your clan, he, being him, saw it as a challenge

Who could get it first? You, a mortal, next to be the leader of a clan? Or him, a leader of a clan, king of dragons, and a man with explosive powers? This was gonna be easy

But as soon as the challenge started, it ended, both of your paths intertwining, working together, saving each other, and he even has his first real smile with you, how did you do this to him?

He would never know, at least not for now, whether it was that you had the most beautiful soft hair ever, your soft skin, your beautiful eyes he could just stare into, forever? Or maybe the fact, just maybe, his heart was opening to someone, someone who related to him

Soon he would understand...right?

One night, a winter storm broke out, and you and him had no choice, he was injured, his powers fading with every drop of blood that dropped from his wound on his left side, you dragged him into a cave

Sure, you had a fear of the dark, but you didn't care, you needed him, not just for the crystal, but for the fact that your hands were shaking, and not from the cold, but from fear

But for some reason, as you laid him on the cave floor, he kept trying to light up his palms, but that would hurt him, it could make him lose more blood, why is he doing this!?

You tried telling him to stop, but as stubborn as he is, he didn't, he tried until a good spark came into his hand

His ash blonde hair, spikey, but messy, his crimson red eyes staring at you, blood pouring from his wound

You tried stopping his power but he coughed and spoke, his voice soft and raspy, filled with hurt, regret, pain, and something else he wanted to get out

"I can't put it out"

He said firmly, you immediately put your hand under his head, feeling his soft locks, as you tried getting more information out of him, and eventually he managed to speak why he was doing what he was doing, using his powers even though he was dying

"I can't, y-you're scared of the dark"

He remembered, he remembered your fear, even though you only told him once, days ago, he would rather risk his life, his power, than have you go through your fear

He repeated himself, coughing a bit, his powers fading a bit, but he managed to keep a light

"You're scared of the dark"