Not surprising, Izuku was the first to meet them. He must have been waiting on the corner of the village for who knows how long. Katsuki refused to think about that.

"Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh, a REAL DRAGON!"

His mother chuckled and kept on going towards the village as Katsuki slowed down to meet Izuku.

Or rather, Katsuki stopped so he could clotheslined the dork in his beeline to Kirishima.

"Oy, show some self-preservation. Dragons have teeth. And claws." Seriously, would this stupid Deku never change?

After choking and coughing his windpipe back into functioning order, Izuku gasped, "But it's your dragon, Kacchan! You wouldn't let him eat me."

Katsuki did not appreciate the warm fuzzies that proclamation of trust gave him.

He wanted to point out that Izuku didn't even know if he had that amont of control, but Kirishimi, the ass sized dragon, had already slithered his puppy-dog smile between them.

" Hey! I know that broccoli head! Midoriya, yo!"

Izuku stared.

Katsuki elbowed the dragon. "Back off, I can smell your breath."

"Midoriya?"

Both Katsuki and Kirishima froze.

See, there was one thing that was made clear while traveling with his mother chief: only dragon tamers could speak to dragons. It was one of the marks that separated them from your average human.

"Did…did you just hear him?" Katsuki asked, jabbing a thumb at Kirishima.

"Did you just hear me?" echoed the stupid dragon.

Izuku frowned. "Am I not suppose to?"

Katsuki let out an explosive sigh, ran his sweaty hands down his face, and realized he wasn't even surprised. Of course Izuku would be able to talk to dragons. Of course he'd have some sort of power. Him and his freaking plost armor-nurrrgh.

He let Kirishima explain so he could hike the rest of the way to the village and his bed in peace. No, first a hot bath. Then a bed. Izuku could freaking figure out what to do with that revelation. For one, Izuku hadn't shown any signs of magic, despite his magical heritage. Unlike back in the previous world, where Izuku's quirklessness was a source of bullying, here his mother had breathed a sigh of relief thinking Izuku didn't have magic because it meant Izuku could have some semblance of freedom in the world. He wouldn't have to hide away like the rest of the witches and wizards.

But, having shown no magic, Izuku would have no clue where to find his dragon. As far as Katsuki's mother had known there were five types of dragons: fire, ice, storm, earth, and water. Where they lived was anyone's guess. The tribe use to know, but after most being killed or kidnapped and several generations passing, and all knowledge being passed orally, Katsuki was just lucky that their tribe lived next to the fire dragon grounds by chance. Some of the old farts of his tribe might know where some others were, but he hadn't asked.

Ugh, Izuku would probably end up dragging him on a quest to find his stupid dragon, ugh, no . At least not until he'd slept for a week straight and got a written promise they'd allow him to conquer at least one territory. He was seriously missing the nicer things of life that living in a canyon, prairie, or sad bush forest gave.

He didn't even get to his tent before getting a dragon on his heels.

" We got to find out what Midoriya's element is!" Kirishima crowed in his head. Outloud he gave a cat-like mewl of sorts.

"It's Izuku. No last names in this world. Unless you're noble," he grumbled as he shoved the dragon head back out the tent. "Fuck off."

" Is this where you live? Wow, homey! Where do I sleep? "

"Outside, Shark Face."

"What?! But it's cold! "

"So make a fire? You're a fire dragon, aren't you?"

"That's probably why he is sensitive to it," said Izuku who had slipped inside past Kirishima. "He tells me there are a bunch of hot springs and volcanic vents where the other dragons are."

"Well I didn't make him leave. He could have stuck around there until spring and then come found me."

"You found me," harrumphed the dragon. " I didn't even know anything about bonds or-or quirks or anything about my past life until I saw you ."

That made Katsuki pause half-way in peeling off his crusty tunic. "Eh?"

Kirishima's nostrils were stretching and shrinking in little puffs. " Before I smelled you I was just a dragon. I didn't remember ever being human. I didn't even know what humans were. Then I got this whiff and I just-it was like getting your brain thrown at a wall, man. It all came back to me, and I just knew - "

"You still could have stayed."

For the first time since reuniting, the way Kirishima looked at him actually made Katsuku feel like he was being faced down by a dragon, not a dork in a costume.

" After watching you die and having to deal with that guilt for years apart from you, do you seriously think I'd be okay with just…hanging around and hoping I can track you down when it's warmer? That aside, I'm your dragon now. Where you go, I go. You're stuck with me. "

Izuku was looking between Katsuki and Kirishimi with his brow furrowed and bottom lip jutted out.

"Kacchan…does he…?"

"Yeah," said Katsuki, still holding Kirishima's slit-eyed gaze.

"And he can remember?"

"What do you think?"

" Remember what? " asked a blinking ass-dragon.

"Your previous life, dipshit."

" OH THAT! Yeah, I only started to remember when I smelled you-didn't I already say that? Only some of it, like how much I missed you, and Lunch Rush, and Mina's hot thighs-shit, Mina!"

"What?"

For the first time since they'd met, Katsuki got his first sight of a sad dragon. Droopy wings, droopy head, hell, he thought even some of his horns seemed to droop.

" I never got to tell her goodbye…"

Welp. That sucked. Dying sucked in general.

"Well, I didn't make you ditch out on the afterlife," said Katsuki.

" I know man! I just…aw shit, now I'm remembering all sorts of stuff and… " if possible, the dragon sunk even lower. " I'm really dead now…and a dragon. There ain't nothing hot about being a dragon. "

"But you're a fire dragon," said Izuku, unhelpfully.

"He means sexually attractive, dork, and not to other dragons."

"Oh…" Izuku's face went red.

Katsuki snorted.

"I'm surprised you even know what that means. Aren't you, like, ten? Your Mom give you the talk or something?"

Izuku's face just went redder.

" Stop talkiiiiiiing, you're just rubbing it in ," whined Kirishima, letting out a crooning wail that attracted the gaze of several tribesmembers through the open doorflap who had just gotten over the fact that Katsuki had brought a dragon to town.

Katsuki frowned at him. "Rubbing in what?"

" That I died a virgin. "

Now that, no one had wanted to know.

Well, Katsuki had died a virgin too, but that was no chip off his shoulders. He died a teenager, and teenagers that jumped sex before they were ready for the commitment and what CAME out of sex were idiots.

"How old were you when you died?"

" Um…twenty-six? "

…Okay yeah. That was sad. Especially considering the fact that it was obvious to everyone that Mina had the hots for him just as much as he did for her. Also...TMI.

Poor Izuku had his face in his hands and was muttering at high speed, and no, Katsuki didn't care to know.

" Is he okay? "

"He's being him, he's fine. Let's get some food, I'm starving."