"Shouto."

The young man looks up from the notes he is taking in the study. His bi-colored hair shifting with the movement to take in the imposing figure addressing him.

"Yes, Father?"

"I believe you are as prepared as you can be. It's time you went to claim the sword that makes kings of this world and to make a name for yourself."

Dual colored eyes look at the looming figure with no emotion as he closes the book he was reading and sets down his quill. "Of course, if that is your wish." The young man stands, barely reaching the shoulder of the man standing over him. "How soon do you wish for me to depart?"

"You will leave first thing in the morning. Prepare what you need for your journey, I will have two horses prepared for you."

With those final words the towering presence leaves the study. The young man, slowly brings a hand up in front of his scarred face to reveal it shaking slightly. Taking a deep breath he lowers the hand and moves to leave the room and prepare for his departure.

"Kirishima!"

A red-headed young man cringes at the shouting of his name, lowering the apple he was about to take a bite of before being interrupted. "Wonder what's gotten to him this time?"

Angry stomping echoes through the stone halls eventually reaching the kitchen where the red-head is sitting at a large wooden table littered with dirty dishes and a few baskets of fruit and vegetables. The source of the stomping is a blonde young man with angry red eyes, the beaded necklaces hanging from his neck and shoulders jangle pleasantly despite the jarring motions of the one wearing them.

"What is this shit! I told you I wanted curry."

"Yeah, well you know I can't really cook."

The angry blonde grinds his teeth, before slamming the plate of food on the table, though it's clear he makes an effort not to spill it. "Damn it! Go down to one of the local villages in your dragon form and make them send us a maid! I'm sick of eating your rotten ass cooking! And maybe she can keep this place clean for once!"

Kirishima blinks slowly as his companion breathes deeply, seeming to be trying to calm himself down. "Will do. Should I ask for anything else?"

"I don't fucking care, just get us someone to cook and clean." The angry blonde storms off, a few birds and rabbits following after him curiously, while a doe glances between Kirishima and the where the blonde went.

"Don't look at me like that, you know how he gets. Kinda wish I wasn't the only one here with thumbs other than Bakugou, but whatever. Won't be for much longer at least." Hopping up from his seat Kirishima heads out the door into the courtyard, stripping off his loose tunic and tossing it aside before bending over as his skin ripples into scales and two leathery red wings unfurl from his back. With a few flaps he is airborne and gliding down the mountain and away from the castle.

"Dragon!" The people of the village panic as the imposing form of one of the world's most dangerous creatures swoops in closer, landing in a field just outside of the village, surprisingly careful to not crush anything or anyone. Most of the villagers have taken shelter in their homes and only a few peak out to see what has brought such a beast down upon them. One young man watches the dragon from behind a cart loaded with hay, in his hands he holds a parchment and stick of charcoal. Low muttering emanates from him as he studies the beast, taking notes and making observations.

"Send out your leader, I come with a request from the King of Beasts, the great Lord Bakugou."

After a moment of hesitance an elderly man steps out from one of the homes and approaches the clearing where the dragon has settled.

"I am the elder of this village. What request could his highness have of us?"

"He wishes for you to send a clean and pure maid. Have them ready and waiting at the bridge to the mountain tomorrow evening." His message delivered the dragon flaps his wings, taking to the air and flying off back toward the mountain where the Beast King lives.

The young man that was taking notes watches in awe. It wasn't often that the dragon lord that ruled over the lands surrounding his mountain castle made any kind of request. He swallows thickly though as he watches the elders gather in the center of town to discuss how they will respond to this request.

"We grew complacent."

"Does he wish a bride or a meal?"

"Who would willingly send their daughter to such an uncertain fate?"

"Perhaps that orphan boy?"

The young man begins sweating when he hears himself brought up and slowly makes his way toward the small hut at the edge of the village he calls his own. "They, they can't really send me. I'm not a girl. Though if the dragon really just wants to eat someone, will he even notice before I'm swallowed whole. Ugh, this is ridiculous. Maybe I should just cut my losses and leave before I have to even worry about it." Bringing the hand that was running through his green hair down from where it was tugging at the curls he grins before nodding to himself.

Unfortunately he was so caught up in his own thoughts he doesn't notice the shadowed figure coming up behind him before they swing something down on the back of his head, bringing the world into blackness.