01 Feb 2020
His name was Bakugou, and probably something else, but no one seemed to know his name. He was, indeed, the only dragon-slayer that everyone knew that was still alive. He wasn’t one to have a conversation with, and was described by many as a ‘rude asshole’ who didn’t like to be looked at more than necessary. Nobody knew where he lived or if he had any friends. Whenever he was needed to kill a dragon, he just appeared, probably by hearing rumors: when a dragon was a big threat to a village, they sent someone to look for him.
Kirishima wasn’t a bit intimidated by this ‘big bad wolf’ facade. The guy was just another idiotic mortal with a superiority complex who believedd himself cool by actiang like a douche. He was probably a wanna-be warlord or some king’s rebel son, walking around with such dramatic clothes and those damned dragon teeth like he’s invincible.
Well, he was alive. And anything that lived could be killed.
16 Jan 2020
The spiky boy walked to his table, not looking intimidated or embarassed in the slighless. His clothes looked baggy and messy overall, and had red eyes like blood.
The Slytherin table made him a space to sit, and the mumbling did not stop there. But on top of everyone elses talking, Kirishima was sure he heard Midoriyas voice sighing a low. “Oh, Kacchan.”
This was gonna be interesting.
Or: Kirishima's life at Hogwarts and how Slytherins are not always right
Historias de 2 a 5 partes, mayormente Klance, angst y Lance-centric. Cada capítulo es slow-build, de mas de 2000 palabras.