Bakugou had wandered off into the woods. It had taken him great effort to get rid of his stupid servants that would blindly follow him around. 'Just because I'm a fucking prince doesn't mean I can't do anything,' he gnarled at no one in particular.

He kicked a rock down into the ravine that he was travelling past.

He jumped up a ledge with ease as he hoisted himself further onto the rocky formation, reaching a vantage point where he could look over the entirety of his kingdom. Even though his tribe was less advanced than some in the area, their rules and hierarchy were respected and they were mostly left alone due to the intimidating aura all of their rulers had emitted over the years.

Bakugou had been annoyed by his status as soon as he started to learn the meaning of it. After all those years of rather peaceful ruling, his position had become nothing more than a show. The tribe needed a ruler or else the entire group would fall apart into chaos, but all of the decisions were made by the counsel, and there was never any warfare or anything the like.

Life as a prince was rather boring. Bakugou snuck out every chance he got, but the more he did it, the more they kept an eye on him, making it harder for him every single time. Even so, he was famous for being able to disappear.

He sat down on the edge of the rock, looking over as the sun started to slowly set, basking the world in the colorful colors of twilight. He clicks his tongue. 'What use is it if I'm just a pawn,' he speaks his thoughts out loud.

From the distance, he can hear something growling dangerously. He jumps to his feet and looks around, seeing a cloud of smoke in the distance not so far away from him.

He reaches out for the knife on his belt, making sure that he's carrying it on him as he starts to run. Winding through the trees, carefully jumping over roots sticking out of the ground, he reaches a plain surrounded by caves.

On the right he can see someone taking off on a black horse. Bakugou wants to call out for him, but his attention is attracted to something completely different.

On the other side of the plain, there is a huge creature. Its scales bright red, at least 35 feet long, its breathing heavy as Bakugou starts closing the distance between the two of them. Its body is covered in spikes in all shapes and sizes and its claws might be bigger than Bakugou's body.

He slips the knife back into its sheath, knowing that such a small weapon won't do anything against a huge dragon like this.

As he takes a closer look he can see the damage the other person has left on the creature. The dragon's body is covered in gashes so big that the thick dragon's blood is easily pouring out.

Bakugou places a hand on the body. The dragon notices the touch and opens its eyes wide as it tries to get up, panic flaring through its body, awaiting more pain.

Bakugou instantly notices the state the creature is in and moves towards its head, placing his hand on the dragon's nose and rubbing it softly.

'I'm going to help you,' he says, trying to sound reassuring but also firm.

The dragon looks at him. Bakugou is unable to read the creature's expression, but he keeps staring at him, until the dragon closes his eyes and lays his head down.

'Don't move,' Bakugou orders the creature as he takes off towards the woods again.

He looks carefully at the ground, looking for roots and plants that will help him clean the creature's wounds. When he returns he notices that the dragon has indeed not moved.

He sits himself down on the ground, stripping the roots of bark and mashing them together into something that should help healing. He was taught all of this by his tribe. He never thought he would actually have any use for it, but right now he's glad he had memorized it anyways.

He gets up, holding the mush of roots and plants in his hand and slowly moves back towards the dragon. Touching the damaged scales around the wounds make the creature flinch.

'This'll hurt,' Bakugou says.

The dragon closes its eyes again as Bakugou applies the mixture. As he carefully rubs it in the dragon bristles and blows steam out of its nose.

Bakugou doesn't take a break and continues to put the medicine on all the wounds before thinking of a way to stitch the wounds shut. He isn't even sure any needle could pierce a dragon's skin.

When Bakugou climbs on the back of the creature to see if there's any more damage, he notices a blade sticking out between the creature's shoulder blades. It makes Bakugou incredibly angry.

Dragon hunting isn't uncommon, but leaving it to die like this is simply cruel. Many people that set out to hunt a dragon mean to kill it, taking home a part of it so they can prove their bravery. This attack wasn't for honor, it was for fun. It makes Bakugou mad beyond belief.

He places his hands on the blade and takes it out in one swift movement, making the dragon cry out in pain. The wound is small, so he leaves it as he jumps down, holding the blade in his hands. He'll take it to his counsel, inquiring as to where the blade might've come from.

The dragon looks at him expectantly.

'I can't do anything for you anymore,' Bakugou tells it.

The dragon bristles.

Bakugou looks around. The sun has set further than he'd expected and he has to go back before getting scolded by his parents again.

Bakugou places his hand on the creature's nose while looking it in the eye. 'I'll come back tomorrow.'

The dragon leans into his hand, indicating that he trusts the teen as he takes off.

Bakugou doesn't have much trouble finding his way back to camp, but as he gets scolded at and sent to his room, the uneasy feeling of leaving the helpless creature behind gets to him.

He rolls over, draping his fur lined cape of his shoulders as he promises to himself to help the dragon as much as he can tomorrow.