“Allow me to tell you a tale,” Your grandfather began, scooping a firm arm underneath your little body. Bringing you up to his chest as he blew a playful raspberry into the crook of your neck, childish giggles filling the warm air.

“Of a fierce and ancient title.”

The aged man chortled at your look of awe. Shushing you, he began.

“It is a name bestowed upon the noblest of them all.. One who yearns for the peace of our people, protecting villages from the dastardly creatures that lurk in the shadows. He is often coupled with a loyal and vigorous beast. Its scales as shiny and yet also tattered as the gems it fascinates itself with. Some day, someone with a daring heroism will come rescue us all from the monsters that prey on us. A hero.”

“The Dragon Prince.”

~ Thirteen years later ~

Tch.. Bullshit. Bakugou scoffed, releasing the tight hold he had around one of the many rumored scrolls. Each story held something different within. Some even shifting the plot from it's original path entirely. But all of them never spoke upon the misfit Prince's that were casted out and rejected by the cautious and frightened villagers.

How could he possibly let the memory of piercing stakes that glinted in the moonlight. And the fierce glow of fire that illuminated the dirt path that'd eventually lead to his and Kirishima's head on a hefty platter. They were monsters in their eyes.

Perhaps it was right of the humans to be cautious. After all, he traversed with a dragon of all things. Though, no one ever seemed to believe him when he uttered the title he was bestowed upon.

“Ungrateful extras,” He swore, complaining to the scaley beast below.

Kirishima wasn't your typical dragon. In fact, Bakugou often compared him to that of a mutt. It was almost embarrassing how.. alien he was compared to the rumors circulating around his dangerous species.

But he tried his best, at the very least.

A.. human? Kirishima huffed quizzically, his mind zeroing in on the creature by the tree. Woah..

Boom!