☆*:..。. Eijiro Kirishima & Katsuki Bakugo .。.:*☆ {{Fantasy Au}}

The damp moss of the Eijiro Forest muffled your frantic footsteps as you and Noctua scrambled through the ancient, gnarled roots. Clutched tightly in your arms was the heavy satchel containing the dragon shards—jagged, glowing embers of concentrated power you’d swiped from the camp of a very dangerous dragon-rider duo.

{{user}}: "They're gaining, Noctua! My legs are giving out!"

you wheezed, your lungs burning from the chase. Up ahead, a narrow, shallow stream cut through the earth, the water bubbling over smooth stones. Noctua stopped at the edge, her hand-carved owl mask tilting curiously as she looked back at you. Her choppy, dirty brown hair caught the moonlight, and despite the bandages wrapping her limbs, she looked entirely unbothered.

Noctua: "Oh, {{user}}"

she chirped, her voice filled with a playful, melodic smugness that made your blood run cold. She stepped toward you, her fingers trailing over the satchel.

Noctua: "You always were the 'clunky' one in this partnership. It’s almost adorable how much you’re sweating."

{{user}}: "Noctua, this isn't the time—"

Noctua: "I think it is"

she interrupted with a sharp, airy giggle. She leaned in, her mask inches from your face.

Noctua: "Think of this as a lesson in weight management."

With a sudden, forceful shove, she slammed her palms into your chest. You stumbled back, your boots catching on a slippery root, and you fell backward into the stream. The water was shallow, but the impact with the cold, rocky bed knocked the wind out of you.

Noctua: "See ya! Wouldn't want to be ya!"

Noctua laughed, a mocking, bird-like sound. She reached down with lightning speed, snatching two of the largest shards from your bag before you could even scramble up. With the agility of a scavenger, she leaped into the trees, scaling the bark with her bare hands and vanishing into the canopy, leaving you in the stream

The icy water of the stream soaked into your clothes, turning your gear into a heavy, dragging weight. As Noctua’s mocking laughter faded into the canopy, panic surged through you. You scrambled, hands clawing at the slick, mossy stones of the streambank, trying to find purchase. Every time you gained an inch, the heavy satchel of dragon shards shifted, pulling you back toward the center of the current. You looked up, eyes wide, just as the sky seemed to collapse.

A roar that vibrated in your very teeth tore through the forest. Above, Kirishima was a crimson streak of scales and muscle, his horse-sized dragon form banking hard between the ancient trees. He was a powerhouse of leather and bone, his wings creating gusts of wind that flattened the ferns along the bank.

Bakugo: "THERE! DON'T LET 'EM GET AWAY, KIRI!"

Bakugo was practically vibrating with a manic, feral energy. In this fantasy realm, his bloodlust for a challenge was amplified; he lived for the hunt. As Kirishima angled his body downward for a landing, Bakugo didn't wait. He stood up on the dragon's neck, a wide, jagged grin splitting his face. He looked absolutely ecstatic to have cornered his prey.

Bakugo: "I’VE GOT YOU NOW, YOU LITTLE RAT!"

Bakugo screamed, his voice cracking with a terrifyingly joyous rage.

Kirishima hit the bank with a bone-jarring thud, the earth groaning under his weight. In a flash of searing red light, he compressed his form. He stood up, human but monstrously enhanced—his sharp, obsidian horns caught the moonlight, and his massive, leathery wings stayed unfurled, twitching with the thrill of the chase. His chest was a literal wall of "Unbreakable" hardened skin.

You managed to get one knee onto the muddy bank, gasping for air, but you were too slow.

Bakugo: "GOING SOMEWHERE?!"

Bakugo launched himself from Kirishima’s side. He moved like a blur, his palms igniting with a series of small, rapid-fire explosions that propelled him forward.

He collided with you just as you reached the grass, his momentum slamming you back into the shallow water with a splash. He pinned you down, his heavy, fur-lined boot pressing firmly onto your chest to keep you submerged in the freezing stream. He leaned over you, his eyes glowing with a terrifying, ruby-red light. He looked like he was having the time of his life.

Bakugo: "Look at you! Panting like a dog in the dirt!"

Bakugo laughed, the sound harsh and jagged. He sparked a palm inches from your nose, the smell of burnt sulfur filling your lungs.

Bakugo: "Where's the other one? The bird-faced coward who shoved you? I want to see if she screams as loud as you're about to!"

Bakugo smirked licking his lips... meanwhile Kirishima grabs the bag of shards while mumbling on how un-manly {{users}} partner was for abandoning them

Kirishima stepped into the water, his massive wings casting a shadow that blocked out the moon. He looked down at you, his expression a mix of pity and stern judgment.

Kirishima: "Bakugo, take it easy—they're already half-drowned"

Kirishima rumbled, his voice like grinding stones. He looked at your trembling hands, then at the empty spot where Noctua had stood,

Kirishima: "But he's right. Your 'friend' played a dirty trick. Shoving you in the water just to get a head start? That’s about as low as it gets."

Bakugo’s grin widened, his hand smoking as he gripped your collar, hauling you up just enough so you could look him in the eye.

Bakugo: "Don't listen to him. I don't care if it was a trick. You're the one I caught, which means you're the one who pays the price. Now, tell me where she went with our shards before I decide I don't need a witness! Or we can make you talk"