It started with a morning and fragments of a delicate scent that hovered above him. The sun has yet to set however, that was not much to be concerned of as it was rather more a relief. It was reassuring because if anything, that only meant there was enough time for him to get a head start and reach a certain place before a particular event in mind could start.

Midoriya remained to fidget in his seat and munching on a piece of toast. His gaze would trail every now and then to read the clock that was hung up on the wall, a bud of unease underneath the pad of his chest slowly coming to a sprout as the secondhand continues to tick by. Tick tock, tick tock— the sound taunted him through the whole time he sat at the table, and it made Midoriya to fasten the tap of his fingers on his notepad as he grew more and more impatient with every second passing by.

Eight o'clock. Few seconds more to eight o'clock, and it's— ... eight o'clock!

Without any further ado, he jumped out of his seat and instantly went to rush outside. That is, of course, not before receiving a shout so alike to a reprimand from his mother inside.

"Izuku!" He flinched at the abruptly loud tone, pausing by the frame of the exit as he had already his back hunched over to get his shoes on.

"Are you going to watch the ceremony again?"

He gulps down thickly. The ceremony. It was an event where they, the dragon fighters, had come to retrieve an medal of honor. They're not just some dragon fighters, they are the dragon fighters; they were the heroes who have protected this town from the calamity that is said to be wreaked by the dragons. There was this one particular fighter that Midoriya had looked up to for a long time, a fighter who helped to plant a trace of hope within him as a big smile is traced upon his visage.

"Yes." He answers without meeting the gaze of his mother, and when he hears a collective sigh behind, he felt slightly guilty because they both know that once he sets his mind onto something, it isn't easy for him to simply give it up. Only slightly.

"... Promise me to be careful on your way there, okay?" His mother muttered and Midoriya had turned to her with a broad smile decorating his lips.

"I will." He replied, his tone hinted with one that said of gratitude and a silent phrase of 'Thank you' underlying that promise of his to be safe. With his shoes worn and his book tightly held close to him, he sets out and ready to head for the ceremony.

Dragons had long existed since the old age— even now, in the modern era.

Despite the technology that the world has to offer to help in ceasing them, they remain to exist and reproduce but it's not just that, some of them were overwhelmingly strong. The dragons often were the cause of disasters that sported in the cities and in order to resolve the issue, the association of dragon fighters were created. Some dragons were tiny and categorized as a low-rank which usually meant that it won't wreak as much havoc— and then, there were the monstrously huge dragons that could be proven a difficult feat to defeat them. The issue was then left to the higher ranking of dragon fighters to tackle it down while the people were evacuated.

After all, the bigger the dragon, the more dangerous it could be and the more it could spell for a huge disaster.

Killing dragons was everything here.

Midoriya watched as a medal was given to one of the fighters, a twinkle of excitement glinted in his eyes once he realized that it was none other than Mount Lady. He so happened to witness the scene of her battle by pure luck, her strength was endearing and her movements were fluid but by judging on the size of her weapon, he deducted that even its use could be limited. Mind you, he himself had this taken down these points in his notepad along with the other pages filled of his observation on the other fighters.

His grip on the book tightened when an image of All Might flashes through his mind.

... And he dreams to be a dragon fighter, one day.