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The tiefling pup's tail twitched and curled in frustration, he is barely 32 summers old but his mind is older "I do not understand why you are making me do this" the boy said addressing his father, the Ears on the older man's head laid flat "You are a tiefling, Hitoshi, you are hated everywhere you go" the boy groaned in annoyance as if he could forget such a thing, "you must learn to defend yourself" he circles the boy as he struggles to stand up, his dark purple irises and dark ink scleras dart around him watching and listening to the wolfman growl "Stand boy" the man hisses as a clawed foot hits the ground and the vibrations burrow deep in hitoshi chest like rats escaping the heat of a flame, his nose bleeds down his into his mouth, the coppery taste on his tongue is odd but not unwelcome, he raises on his arms then his knees and stumbles to his feet and turns to face the man,
this was a lashing and training, He knew it just as well as his father did,
even if he was never one for beating is his son other than for training or teaching
but he knew when he was in trouble
hits land harder
words are growled more than they are said clearly
When Hitoshi has messed up so badly that his father fears for his life and then said fear needs to be beaten away, Aizawa needs hitoshi to know how much he means to him,
they stand in ready potion and the Wolf attacks first and strikes for the horns up top the boy's head, he reaches for them but the boy dodges and strikes the older man's side with the hilt of his blade weakly but manages to make him stumble and lose his footing falling hard, taking the moment to straddle the older man's chest and raise a dagger to his throat, but no further movement was made, no malice, no threat. just panting and rushed beating of hearts
"Verily," Aizawa huffed and cursed, "that was ended quickly." Hitoshi cackled and let up, standing with grace, extending a clawed hand out to his father and aiding him up. "You are getting slower, old dog," he teased with a toothy smile. Aizawa, though upset, smiled back. his tail wags barely "I am only 62 summers old, boy. Do not call me slow," he retorted with a glint in his eye. hitoshi giggled as they made their way back home, where Hizashi and Eri reside
Hitoshi sat on the front grass in front of their home once they made their way back, Eri sat beside him and played with his tail as she spoke "What do you and father do when you fight? " she asked and he wrapped his tail around her little arm like a viper as she questioned him more, and more and as questions spill from the fauns small lips the teifling answered them all in Ernest
The wolf gazes lovingly at his children and offers a warm smile before venturing into a quaint cottage where his vampire resides. He stands at the threshold of the Culinary, observing as the vampire expertly prepares meat over an open flame. His once-slit irises, now wide and content, attentively track every move of Hizashi, the skilled cook. "I can feel your gaze on me," Hizashi remarks, continuing his culinary work "you make me feel like pray when you do this" he said, The wolf, then, gently wraps his arms around the vampire's waist and rests his head upon his mate's shoulder. "How was his day?" hizashi asks
"bad as always," Aizawa says and the vampire laughs "but he's getting better" They stay there a moment enjoying each other's presence, and listening to their children laugh, "we have to leave soon, you know" The wolf said and the tall blond sighed "I know-" something cut him off
They were startled by the sudden cacophony of flapping wings and deep roars, spurring them to bolt outside to shield the children. not to their surprise, they found Hitoshi bravely standing in front of Eri, growling at a colossal red dragon nearly 80 times his size they watch as th beast lands nto too close to them but still With weapons drawn, they positioned themselves protectively in front of the children, ready for whatever may come. Then, they witnessed a blond barbarian swiftly descending the dragon's back, his boots slamming on the ground and exclaiming, "I have no quarrel with you; I need your help," although the wide, manic grin on his face seemed to contradict his words. Undeterred, they held their ground.
Suddenly, the red dragon transformed into a boy, not much older than Hitoshi, with wings, horns, and a tail still visible, along with an anxious, toothy smile. "I didn't intend to frighten you. I'm sorry," Aizawa attempted to interject, but his son beat him to it with a fierce growl, "Are you out of your mind?!" He fiercely held his sister, who clung to him like a frightened animal her hooves shaking and tail as little as it was tucked away Aizawa gestured to his son, urging him to be silent. "Go inside," he commanded, and his son growled once more, shooting a disdainful glance toward the dragon. "Your stench would make a hound gag," he muttered bitterly before reluctantly obeying, all the while keeping a watchful eye over his shoulder as if the dragon might snatch him away at any moment.
The dragon squinted at the Teifling before he was knocked back to the conversation "Your Aizawa, yeah?" the blond barbarian asked and the wolf's Ears turned back, his tail high and still, claws of his feet digging into the ground ready to pounce if need be, "depends whos asking"
"katsuki bakugo, barbarian king," he reaches back behind him and grabs the dragon by the horns, and brings him forward "This is my companion 'ejiro Kirishima', but I'm sure you could guess what his big ass is, we didn't come here to fight, although, id would certainly fight that fuckin teifling you've got" that's when Aizawa hears Yamada huff and scoff "you will do no such thing" he bares his teeth sword up and the dragon- or Kirishima growls loud and deep, teeth bared and eyes slitted "AS I SAID!-" the barbarian yells to get the dragons' attention putting a hand in front of his chest "we are not here to start a fight," he almost sounds disappointed to say it "I come on behalf of Yagi Toshinori," says turning his gaze back to the two men "ring a bell? you were-" Aizawa cuts him off "Knights together back when the old king ruled, I remember, who are you to him?" he stands his ears sticking up and his tail relaxing but he is still on guard "I'm...well, I and his protegee are brothers" aizawa stares him down he has many questions none of which or worth any body's time "What does he want?" he asks thinking of the man makes his head hurt alone
"Your solidity, there's a fight coming and he asked for the both of you particularly," he says his face looking bothered as if he'd rather be somewhere else, Aizawa looks at him suspiciously, he looks to his husband and gives him a look that screams anger and thats all the conformation he needs "no," he says plain and simple and seethe's his sword "as you can see, we've got a family to take care of, whatever shit pile he's gotten himself into has nothing to do with us, he can crawl out of it himself" he waves to them as he goes to turn back inside but the barbarian yells again "if we lose this fight,-we won't- but if we do, your kids there?" he points the house and glares at Aizawa "well you might as well bury a dagger in their chests now, it would be a merciful act for the life they would have if this tyrant wins, your son will be slaughtered, and your daughter.....gods knows what'll happen to that little tyke," he says
Aizawa growls and Yamada glares and grimaces at the thought of children being in pain or danger, he ignores them and steps closer the dragon stands his ground chest puffed like some bird, "If you want what's best for them I suggest you find your way to the kingdom and find someone to take care of your kin and, make a will while you're at" he turns back to his dragon and he falls to the ground and begins to shift back to a beast, "I'm not asking you to lay down your life for the royals, I'm telling you to lay down your life for your next of kin" he says adjusting himself on the giant beast "but if you dont show, well....so be it, your and your family's funeral" and with that, they fly off not letting the couple respond,
Aizawa growls watching them in the sky for a moment before he sees his husband stomp into the house slamming the door opening and not bothering to close it
"...shit," he says and walks after him