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He’s staring down at the room. Glaring at every little thing, the furniture that wasn’t his, the clothing that wasn’t his, the absolute nothing that was his. He’s not even sure where he’s supposed to start, what he’s supposed to pack because it’s not like anything is his to even pack. It’s all hers, shit she bought and told him to wear and dressed him up like some kind of shitty doll. The room, hers. With her shitty furniture and shittier tastes. Nothing about it was his and-
He’s been here since he was twelve and he’s over twenty now and nothing is even his. So what is he supposed to pack? Is he supposed to just- just vanish? Just like that? Like he’s never been here? But he has- he has been here. He’s been here since since he was fucking 12 even if it doesn’t look like it because he has-
He has nothing.
And he wants to burn the entire room to the ground. To make everything black and crumbling to say that he has been here. To prove that he wasn’t some ghost of a fucking rumor. I’m here. It’d say. I existed, because I did this. This was me, me, me.
He doesn’t do that, doesn’t do that no matter how much he wishes. Because for this, he’d rather not be part of this shit. Not anymore. Not with what they do and what they want. Naive childhood dreams crushed under an unrelenting hand that says murder.
He’s gone seconds later, storming out of the room and leaving a burnt, crumpled key at the foot of the door of his old home.
Go home and think about it, is what she said. Go home and think if you want to throw all of this away because of such stupid reasons, she said with her stupid eyes half lidded and a smirk saying I win. And he just stared, blood boiling and hands burning and he told her Go fuck yourself.
And she fucking laughed, like she didn’t think he was serious. Like she thought he was just throwing a fucking tantrum. He wasn’t, isn’t- and he was fucking serious. Dead serious. Burnt key kind of serious as he walks away from the only supposed home he’s ever had.
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He met the bastard in some tiny little town. The halfway point towards the foot of the mountains of the north. A little fishing town Katsuki thinks, he’s not too sure- he’s never really paid it any attention to be honest. The bastard being Kirishima of course. The asshole with the jagged teeth and bright ruby eyes and horrific nightmare hair and the sprinkle of crimson dotting his face and the thin tail wiggling in the air behind him.
Half breed bastard, is what Katsuki thought the first time he saw him. Unwanted child was the second because of how he was hanging around the orphanage babying some kind of brat. He gave the run down building a baleful glare before promptly deciding to avoid that portion of town like it was the plague.
Not that it helped him much in the end, the fucker seemed to follow him around the tiny town like a detached shadow. Always there, right at the edge of his peripherals. A never ending presence that Katsuki was quick to want to burn away. Another annoyance to add to his already full pile of annoyances.
The bastard actually spoke up when he was getting ready to leave. Face taken over by some horrifying bright smile, and voice unnaturally chirpy and happy, “You’re going to the mountains right? Mind if I tag along? It’s rather dangerous this time of year and I don’t really want to make the journey alone.”
Katsuki, having already decided he wanted absolutely nothing to do with the bastard, was quick to reply with a gruff, “Fuck no half breed. Go find some other fucker to follow like a pathetic pup.”
The bastard had fucking laughed.
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He knew when he took the mission what he was walking into. Figured out the second she said dragon that it was her way of trying to dispose of him. A suicidal mission for anyone, really. Taking on a dragon by yourself? Fucking impossible.
His hands burned and the air crackled around him, because-
How dare she. How dare she decide he’s better off dead. Fucking bitch thinking he wasn’t needed anymore when he’s the best they’ve ever had. He’s pretty sure he knows why too, the rebellion in the west has been growing stronger and stronger and threatened to overthrow her and one of the biggest causes to the growth?
The full blooded fire demon sitting at the knights table. The tables have finally turned where he gives more cons than pros and this is her solution. She can’t dismiss him as a knight because if she does, that’ll just anger the demon friendly and demonic blooded portion of the population. But if her only demon knight dies and she never gets another? She could even do some stupid kind of speech to make both sides happy. Katsuki dying is just another stepping stone in her game.
And he knows he’s being played, knows what she is after even as she keeps talking. Even as she says he probably couldn’t do it anyways and then-
And then-
Fucking Deku speaks. The pathetic bastard with too big eyes daring to say that he needs someone else, needs a group. Because it is too dangerous. The useless pile of flesh fucking dares to say that Katsuki can’t do it alone and he sees red.
Then he says-
“It’s impossible, Kacchan would die and-“
Everything burns around Katsuki as he slams hands on the counter and says he’ll fucking do it.
Alone.
Katsuki always thrived on doing the impossible after all. Always thrived on proving people wrong.
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He’s following the trail for the third fucking time. Hopefully the last time, he’d be happy to never see the overgrown road again in his life. He’s seen it enough time as is.
He makes sure to stop by the shitty fishing town, even if he’s not sure why. It’s not like the bastard would be there, not anymore at least. But it feels right, to make a pit stop at the shitty place.
He makes sure to stop by the orphanage, sees the stupid kid with the bright red hair and green eyes sitting in the corner alone. Half breed- he’d think once upon a time. Half breed with the way she’s got the thin tail and sprinkle of red across her cheeks and elbows and knees. No way she was fully human and no way she was full demon, she had too much of both species in her appearance.
Half breed.
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The bastard had followed him anyways. Too perky and bright, he stays far enough away where Katsuki can’t easily just burn the guy but close enough where it seems like they are traveling together.
He likes to talk too, amicable chatter following him and Katsuki is burning, blood a never ending boil and he has the urge to just say fuck it and make the bastard a black pile of ash. He’d deserve it by now, and really the fact that he isn’t a burnt pile of flesh is a testament to how much Katsuki has grown. If he was younger he’d have killed the noisy bastard by now. He was more… tolerant now. Wiser, less likely to shoot the gun. Not to say that younger him was stupid, he was just… more rash. Or something similar.
It wasn’t for another couple of days where the bastard actually pushed his luck a bit more than he was before. Deciding to skip out on staying a decent distance away, he just parks himself on the other side of the fire that Katsuki built like he had all the right to.
He didn’t.
“You’re pretty good at making fires you know? Whenever I try the most I’ll get is a wisp of smoke, can never actually get a fire to start hah.” He has this soft smile on his face, lips concealing the jagged terrors of his mouth and ruby eyes warm and sleepy. He has his hands raised to the flames and Katsuki wants to snap them off. Wants to tear them away and tell the bastard that this was his fucking fire, and he’s not sharing it with some fucking stranger who hasn’t even told him his name.
He didn’t have the right to warm himself with Katsuki’s fire.
“Fuck off before I burn you to ash, fuckface.” The words are snarled and warm ruby eyes widen in surprise and he fucking laughs. Again. Like he has no fucking sense of self preservation. Which, by this point Katsuki would be surprised if he did have an ounce of self preservation.
“Dude, you really should stop threatening me whilst glaring like that. I might actually think you’re serious.” No more closed lip smile, no- now the bastard was full on grinning, eyes crunching up and laughter ringing in the air like Katsuki said something funny.
Fuck no. He was not dealing with that shit.
The fire flared as he lunged forward with the intent to burn that fucker to nothing.
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He ends up dealing with that shit.
Even now he wouldn’t be able to say how it happened. It just did. Kirishima just kind of, did something. Or other. He just, crept into Katsuki’s routine until the bastard couldn’t leave without Katsuki feeling like something was missing. He wasn’t very appreciative of the stunt, kept glaring at the stupid red head who dared to infiltrate his tiny party of one like he was supposed to be there all along.
The fucking bastard had no right to do that.
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Everybody knows about dragons. The demons of the burning Abyss. The result of too many souls being forced into one burnt, shriveled up form. Too much rage and anger and destruction all in one tiny, or not so tiny, frame.
Some would say that’s what Katsuki was. That Katsuki was not a fire demon, but an actual dragon. Too much rage and fire wrapped up into one tiny little frame that released it all in explosive destruction. There’s a key difference though, dragon’s didn’t think- they just did. They just raged until there was nothing left to rage about.
Katsuki though? He thought, he blew up but rarely when it was to a disadvantage for himself. He made little to no mistakes. He may have raged outside but inside he was always calm, like the eye of the storm. Perfectly in control. He knows what he does, control every fucking action to perfection.
He might have killed, but he looks the fucker in the eye as they breathe their last dying breathe. He respected those with the strength the fight and he always had a reason for doing something. So, calling him a dragon was wrong. Because he wasn’t mindless, because he fucking thought about shit before doing them. He didn’t just rage blindly, destroy without a thought. He knew every fucking thing he did, and did it with purpose more often than not.
“Aren’t they just like us though? I can’t see something not, you know having feelings and thoughts and what not? Even animals think dude, you’re basically calling dragon’s burning rocks.” Kirishima grimaces as he says the words, eyes warily watching Katsuki like he’s a ticking bomb.
“Fuckers are too many souls. Once a fucking creature gets overwhelmed by shit they might as well be like burning rocks. Fucking lizards are just too much shit in one body, basically a fucking monster.” And Kirishima just blinks at the words, opens his mouth and-
Nothing, closes it again and turns away and then asks, “So what’s for dinner Blasty?”
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“He’s not coming back.”
Green eyes just blink up at Katsuki. Like the brat has no idea what he’s saying, and maybe she doesn’t. She could have a rock for a brain as well. For all Katsuki knows, that might be hereditary for the family.
“You’re brother. He’s not coming back.”
“Yes he is.” The words are a growl, green eyes narrowed as the brat glares up at Katsuki. As if glaring will change the answer.
“He’s dead brat. He can’t come back even if he wanted to.”
Unfortunately, glaring does not change the answer.
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Shitty hair, that becomes Kirishima’s new name. One that offends him at first, which makes a certain thrill of joy spike up Katsuki’s spine when he hears the disgruntled huff of the other. The bastard deserves it after all. Pay back is a bitch.
Whilst the bastards hair has always been this terrible mess of points that could definitely cause headaches, the name wasn’t earned because of that.
No, no, no. The bastard earned it in a different way. In the way where Katsuki learned that, unlike his own hair, those fucking spikes weren’t natural. In fact, they were used to hide the two tiny horns peeping out of his skull at the edge of his forehead.
“That’s fucking pathetic, shitty hair.” The words were growled out and Katsuki took a certain kind of perverse enjoyment watching Kirishima jump and head jerking up to stare at Katsuki with impossibly wide ruby eyes.
“Wha- My hair is not shitty!” Eyes narrow and for the first time, Katsuki laughs and watches as the others face turns so red to where you can’t even tell where his hair starts and skin ends.
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“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck the fucking snow and cold and- Fuck.” He’s pacing, restless and itching to leave and go, go, go. It’s been two days and he’d been locked in a stupid cave with a storm tearing apart the mountain sides and enveloping everything with blindingly white snow and he can’t fucking leave the stupid cave without risking hypothermia or some stupid shit like that.
“Pacing isn’t going to change anything Blasty.” Kirishima is saying, bundled up in some corner and watching with wary eyes. “Just, come sit by the fire. It’ll stop eventually.”
“Fuck you.” The words are spat out and Katsuki just keeps on pacing, hands a twitching mess and he’s burning up.
“Come on Bakugou, you know it’s a lost cause. Just, come over here. Enjoy the fire. Take a nap. It’s not like you are on a time restraint or anything, are you?” The bastard raises the blanket in obvious invitation and he’s got that stupid closed mouth smile again with the warm sleepy eyes and Katsuki is fuming.
He caves though. Sends one last glare out at the white nothing of the entrance of the cave and stalks over to Kirishima’s side and plopping down. Kirishima fucking dares to grin, whispering There we go, as his arm wraps around Katsuki’s shoulders and he feels the urge to just burn them in revenge.
He doesn’t, instead he just lets himself melt into the unnatural warmth that was shitty hair, eyes staring over at the entrance of the cave and-
He waits.
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He moves through the mountains faster than ever. Charges straight through without a thought of hypothermia or getting lost or falling or avalanches. Why the fuck should he care, he’s got nothing anymore. He’s just wondering around lost and-
And-
He’s got nothing. No home, no job, no goal, no-
No-
There’s no warmth by his side anymore. No smile and warm ruby eyes. No horrible hairstyles and tiny little horns or thin whipping tails. He doesn’t hear the name Blasty, doesn’t hear the laughter-
It’s not there anymore, so he’s got no reason to slow down or wait or-
So he charges straight through, right up to that tiny little shit town right at the mouth of the dragon’s domain.
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“Well, this is where we must part I’m afraid. You’re gonna come back down this way right, Blasty?” Shitty hair is smiling, not a bright smile though. It’s more dim but it still has this turn of pure hopefulness. Katsuki thinks, Kirishima should always have that stupidly fucking bright smile. Or the warm sleepy eyes. He shouldn’t look like he’s preparing for the worst and-
“Of fucking course bastard. What do you take me for? I’m not one of you cold fucks who enjoy this shitty weather.” And Kirishima gives this laugh and it feels right. So fucking right.
“Of course. You know, you never told me why you wanted to come all the way up here anyways?” It’s a question, and within it hid another question- the question of when are you coming back? And Katsuki stares and he thinks, he can’t die now. No way is he going to be able to die-
No way.
“Doesn’t fucking matter. I’ll be back in a week shithead.”
Kirishima beams, leans over and fucking pecks Katsuki’s cheek like he’s a five year old with his first crush. “I’ll be waiting then, Blasty.”
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There is this cliff, that overlooks the shit town. A hefty fall on one side and a trail leading up to stupid cave on the other. He remembers standing here before and looking over and imagining the entire town in flames.
He can picture it just the same now, can picture Kirishima burning and screaming in pain. Can picture his body collapsing from exhaustion and it feels too real-
Is still just-
Because he saw it, he’s not just imagining it because he remembers it. Remembers the scarred beaten up body that fell and remembers the fires surrounding him and-
Katsuki feels like puking. Still.
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He’s all dolled up in armor. Black and red and green. Steel from head to toe with gauntlets of fire around his wrist and forearm. Not a speck of flesh visible, can’t be too careful after all. He’s gong after a dragon, and he might be a fire demon but he knows he’s not invincible.
He’s prepared for the worst, but he can’t lose anymore. He can’t risk dying anymore, because he made a promise.
A week, he’ll be back to that stupidly tiny town in a week and he’ll see shitty hair and a too bright smile and-
A week.
He stalks into the dragon’s cave without a second thought.
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He turns away from the town that he once imagined as burning, goes up that stupid trail leading to the cave without a second thought.
He doesn’t dare wonder what if the dragon is home. Doesn’t dare think of the dragon as still alive. Fears what will happen if the dragon is still alive.
Fears the possibility that the dragon is actually dead.
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A fire demon against a dragon, a match made in heaven people would say. Fire versus fire, who would win? The soulless monster or the raging inferno?
It’s tough, the dragon is crimson and boiling in a way that not even Katsuki boils. Red eyes watching and predatory and Katsuki’s on his toes, careful and thinking and plotting. He can’t make the wrong move, can’t risk giving the monster in front of him an opening-
He’s gotta stay alive after all. A week, he’s got somewhere to be within a week.
The fights brutal, burning and hot. The cave more similar to a searing pan than a frozen ice box. There’s fire, burning on nothing and both are fighting on pure instinct and the need to survive.
Everything changes the second the tail knocks into Katsuki and he’s thrown back, helmet falling off somewhere else in the too hot cave.
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He’s not alone. Not in the cave. There’s a body, shivering away in a corner. Pathetic and small but alive.
Katsuki can feel his blood burn, feel the horrible hope crawling up at the thought that-
He’s alive.
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He was stupid, then. Didn’t stop and think until it was too late and there was a body, a non dragon body and very human body falling.
A human body with horrible red hair and speckles of crimson and two tiny little thorns and a thin tail-
A human body that looked very much like Kirishima’s, just-
Burnt-
Broken-
And Katsuki is puking, body revolting against the idea that-
That-
Kirishima was a fucking dragon-
That-
Katsuki tried to kill Kirishima-
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“Bakugou?” Dying eyes stare at him and Katsuki honestly can’t give a shit. He’s rushed over without a thought, hands grabbing the frail, burnt face in front of him and he can’t even breathe-
“Bakugou?” The voice croaks again and it practically breaks Katsuki.
He’s alive, he’s alive- “You’re fucking alive-“ The words are rasped out, disbelief high because he thought- he thought-
The bastard has the gall to fucking croak out dying laughter but Katsuki is too relieved to feel the urge of burn, burn, burn because-
He’s alive.
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Kirishima was unconscious, had been unconscious and Katsuki doesn’t even know what to do. Doesn’t know what he can do. Just sits there, all his supplies sprawled out and he’s wrapped every part of Kirishima that was burnt in some kind of cloth in the hope- the hope that he’s okay.
Dimly he thinks, Kirishima was the fucking dragon. That he was supposed to kill. That the fucking queen wanted dead.
That if she thought- if she thought-
Kirishima could-
He leaves his food, leaves a note with instructions- leaves everything he could outside of his armor and a fucking tooth he found on the cavern floor.
He can’t risk it. Can’t risk the queen sending anyone else, can’t risk someone else finding Kirishima and the possibility of him dying, by someone else. By something he could prevent.
He casts one glance back and he promises, promises with everything has that-
He’ll be back. As fast as possible and-
Kirishima better be fucking alive. He better be, but-
The burnt frame, more crippled scale than human flesh-
He wonders if it’s all a lost cause, if the bastard-
If he killed him already.
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“I was wondering why I was still alive.” And he’s smiling and Katsuki wants to burn the fucking smile off his face. It wasn’t the right kind of smile, was never supposed to be on such a bright face but-
At the mere thought of burning-
He glances at the crimson scales erupting in scattered patterns, melding from human flesh to burnt flesh to twisted scales splattered with black burn marks.
Ruby eyes are watching him, the smile falling to an even worse expression that Katsuki hated even more and-
“It’s okay. It’s okay Bakugou-“
“Katsuki.” He blurts out the name without a second thought and Kirishima stares at him-
“It’s Katsuki. And it’s not fucking okay. I nearly-“
“You didn’t know.”
As if that was a fucking excuse. Because it wasn’t- it wasn’t an excuse.
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He’s standing before the queen, the stupid tooth on the floor in front of her and-
And she doesn’t even give a shit. Doesn’t blink an eye at him saying that the fucking dragon was a person. At saying the dragon was a human fucking being who didn’t do shit because there was no way- no fucking way that happy ass Kirishima could have harmed a fucking fly, let alone a human.
And she doesn’t even care.
She just- congratulates him on a job well done.
A clap on the back, for doing something impossible. For proving everyone wrong and Katsuki wants to vomit.
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He’s there for… a long time. More time than he usually spends in a place.
He goes into the shitty town, picks up shitty supplies, comes back, nurses the shit head residing in the cave and repeats the process. Over and over and over again.
Kirishima doesn’t heal, not really. He seems to be stuck in the process of half burned and half infected and never better. He’s got these hallucinations and Katsuki is just left watching, trying and failing to make things better but he’s lost. He’s unable to do shit and it makes him furious.
Kirishima has this moment of lucidity, something similar to when Katsuki first showed up and he’s got this awful smile on his stupid face and Katsuki wants to do anything to wipe it off-
A hand cradles a cheek-
Lips meet, too soft and gentle and unnatural and-
Katsuki just wants to cradle the fucking bastard in his arms and never let go because he fears the second he does- the second he fucking lets go-
That the bastard will just vanish in the air, like he never existed in the first place.
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It’s some morning when he wakes up and it’s cold. Horribly cold and there’s no one in the cave.
All that’s there is air and cold and ice and he wonders,
He wonders if any of it was real.
Thinks, maybe it was all a hallucination, or a dream or-
Outside, on that stupid cliff he drags out some stupid rock that’s too big and-
It over looks the village. Perfect sight of the shitty village and Kirishima would be so happy to see the stupid place every fucking day. To watch over it and make sure everything is okay.
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He’s signing adoption papers a few weeks later. Back in that awful fishing village and the green eyed girl that he’d once think was a hybrid is peering at his curiously.
He brings her to that stupid town up in the mountains, tells her that she can’t look like a stupid fucking lizard and that she should learn how to like the stupid cold.
Sometimes, she asks about her brother. About what he meant when he said he died and he tells her, he means just that. That Kirishima was dead. Not alive. Not coming back.
He doesn’t tell her that maybe, just maybe- he’s alive. Because that might have been an hallucination, might have never actually happened and was just a dream.
He does, though, tell her that he’s watching over them. On top of some stupid cliff, far away where he has the perfect view-
She asks how he can be watching when he’s dead and Katsuki can’t answer.
Can’t say that it is all just some stupid fucking hope that he isn’t dead after all.
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It’s been two years when he brings her up there. She’s just as surprised as he was when he found the invitation leaving his lips. He-
He figures it’s about time he gave up on that tiny shred of useless fucking hope that the dragon- that Kirishima- was even alive. That what he dreamed wasn’t simply that, wasn’t simply a dream so-
He brings her to the rock at the very top of the mountain and he sits down and-
He tells the truth.
He tells her that he killed her stupid fucking brother. Because he was ordered to. Because the queen said to.
She leaves him at the top of that fucking cliff and Katsuki can’t find it in himself to stand up.
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When he returns, she’s tucked away in her room and he can’t really blame her. Doesn’t change the fact that it’s his job to take care of the brat now. That it’s up to him to make sure she eats and is alive and- and doesn’t end up like her brother.
Green eyes glare at him across the dinner table and he burns.
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There was one time, before the stupid cave that they got locked in because of a raging storm- one time right when they were at the edge of the mountains with a warm fire blaring between them. The stupid bastard had this horribly wistful expression on his face as he says,
“I have a sister.” And the words are this unnatural soft, silent kind. Something Katsuki actually had to strain to hear and the demon is left squinting, confused and-
“What the fuck does that have to do with anything?” The words are out and Kirishima just gives the stupidest smile ever. Gives the soft smile with the barely open eyes and he says, “I’m sharing, it’s what friends do right? I’m telling you about myself.”
Not a second later and Kirishima was shoved side ways and there was laughter in the air and Katsuki is grumbling about them not being friends fuckmunch. Get your dumbass head out of the clouds.
And Kirishima says, late at night-
“If anything happens to me, could you make sure she gets on okay?”
And Katsuki thinks, even if he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t say a fucking word-
He thinks, nothing will ever happen to Kirishima. Nothing could possibly ever happen to Kirishima so it’s a stupid thing to say. Stupid thing to ask.
Because how could some dumbass that is so bright and happy and warm- how could something ever happen to someone like that?
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He,
He’s not forgiven. Will probably never be forgiven. She doesn’t talk to him, doesn't say anything and the one time she did say something-
The words curled around her tongue and she said-
“I hate you.”
Which was okay. Katsuki hated himself too. Hated the way he always burned and the fact that he still couldn’t get the smell of burnt flesh out of his nose.
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It takes a year, a year of cold shoulders and forced interaction before it happens.
A stranger, wrapped up from foot to head in bandages is in the shitty town. The talk of the town as people threw around guesses and assumptions as of to why the bandages. Horrible accident some say, others say he was born mutilated, and some even said he was a demon in hiding. Not the friendly kind of demon, but one of the ones that come from your nightmares.
Katsuki never paid the stranger or the rumors any mind until suddenly, tall and bandaged up to where not a hint of flesh was showing, the stranger walked into his tiny little blacksmith shop.
Walked in, went straight to Katsuki and held out a hand and he said in a voice too cheerful and happy and hopeful and-
He said, “I’m Eijirou, please take care of me.”
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There’s a witch, further up the mountains by one of the natural springs. A witch with a great span of abilities, and one of those abilities includes changing someone into something else.
The witch wasn’t a healer, couldn’t hasten the bodies attempts at fixing what was broken but she could change the material of the body. Could make it all soft warm skin or frozen, smooth metal or even rough scales.
So there was a witch, and three years prior there was a broken dragon trembling at her door step.
The dragon asked for one thing, and one thing only.
“Make me human.”
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Eijirou became a constant. A constant presence of bandages and bubbly words and frantic movement. Something Katsuki gradually got used to after the second week of chasing the traveler out of his shop because he broke something yet again.
And Eijirou, would always stick close to Katsuki. Would ask questions about the randomest things like what his favorite color was, why he was a blacksmith, what’s his favorite food. One time, he asked if Katsuki lived alone and Katsuki merely squinted at the stupid stranger and told him to fuck off. Told him it wasn’t any of his business.
And one time, she comes along. With her stupid red hair and green eyes and she plops down right next to the pile of wasted bandages and Eijirou all but freezes. Freezes and watches as the girl glares daggers over at Katsuki and tells him, “I want to go home so can you hurry your ass up.”
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It’s dark when he hears the knocking. Dark and when Katsuki checks the clock the time is closer to midnight than ten. It’s dark when Katsuki grumbles his way to the door, throws it open and he sees-
There’s a face with bright ruby eyes and there are dark freckles scattered about in a fashion similar to scales and there are burn marks scratching up and down the side of the man’s face and he says-
“I’m Eijirou Kirishima and I was a dragon and I know it’s been longer than a week and that I was the one supposed to be waiting for you and not you waiting for me but-“
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The witch looked at the burned mess of a dragon with too much human and she tells him It’ll take a while. Tells him that It will be painful, you’ll be leaving yourself behind. Tells him He won’t be the same and there is no reversing it. That he’ll regret it. And the dragon looks at her,
Looks at her and tells her, “I have someone waiting for me, but I can’t give them the life they deserve if I look like this. I don’t care what it takes I-“ A pause, a huge intake of breathe that shakes the dragon’s very being and he finishes with,
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“-But, I’m here and, it’d be amazing if you wouldn’t mind taking me in one more time?”
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“-I’ll do whatever it takes. I won’t regret it.”
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He’s staring at a room. Glaring at every single thing in it’s horrible, gaudy glory. Katsuki briefly wonders what he did to deserve this. What did he do to deserve being forced into this bright red hell. What he did to deserve the giant dragon stuffed animals, or the mass amount of pillows or all the horrible posters decorating the wall.
His gaze falls onto the softly snoring body that’s collapsed on the bed with the horrible blankets. He thinks, that’s who he can blame. Every single part of the horribleness of his once peaceful room could be blamed on the stupid fucking red head snoring away on his bed.
In ignorance.
Really, Eijirou is lucky that Katsuki is nice enough not to just burn his ass awake and demand that the red head fix the chaotic room that should not be chaotic at all. Jesus fucking christ, it’s only been a few weeks since the red head moved in with them and he’s already ruining everything that’s Katsuki’s.
Give an inch and they take a mile, as the saying always goes.
“Oi. fuckmunch.” The words are grumbled out, Katsuki walking closer to nudge at the lump on the bed and Eijirou just gives a groan in response. “Wake the fuck up, it’s almost noon already. Aren’t dragon’s supposed to be morning creatures or some shit like that.”
“Five more minutes Blasty.” Is the gargled reply, a hand fluttering in the air before it actually reaches Katsuki’s shirt and drags the fire demon onto the bed.
‘What the-“ The words bubbled out, hands flying as gravity takes over and Katsuki is down for the count and-
“Dumbass! Get the fuck up! I swear to god if-“
“Uh huh, whatever you say Blasty.” The words are mumbled and suddenly Katsuki is being pulled even closer and then the stupid fucking red head whispers, “It’s the weekend and you’re home. Just, sleeping in won’t kill you.”
And Katsuki is frozen, hands perched on the other’s chest to shove the dumbass away and probably off the bed and he thinks-
Home. Thinks of warm mornings and constant touching and the fact that green eyes don’t really glare at him that much anymore and of breakfast and of singing in showers and dancing with brooms and-
He thinks of warmth and the sunniest fucking smile he’s ever seen and he thinks of the burn marks scattered across flesh still too tender and red. Of hands that are too big and warm, that reach out and of sleepy eyes and of disgusting morning breathe and of teeth that are a bit too sharp to be natural and-
He thinks, this- encased in warm arms with a nose pressed against his forehead and red hair tickling his skin and feeling the soft thudding of a heart that isn’t his own-
This is home.