he wasn’t allowed in on the conversational history lesson. it was a matter of dragons and the queen, only but he had been feed some scraps to sate his angry impatience at least. a watered down version of the truth lays heavy in his lap. history, as it turns out, is a much more muddled thing than he’d been lead to believe. every family has their secrets and royal ones are no exception. bakugou had been foolish, maybe, to believe they were different; that for all their faults in communications they were at least honest.
time will demand more answers one way or another — for now, katsuki is just a boy king in the making. his mother had made it perfectly clear that twenty was the age for opening up the vault of family secrets. he doesn’t intend to wait three more years but for now he wields patience.
a feeling brings him to his feet, a restless need to glance over his shoulder. he watches, suddenly worlds more patience than he had been a moment prior. when kirishima reaches him, it strikes again how odd the feeling of familiarity is. the features already feel the same to his eyes as his dragon ones had been. different, somehow a bit misplaced as if he’d seen him before and the change was that of age instead of species.
“ yeah. mom said something about twenty for me, as well… ” bakugou breathes, more secure in kirishima’s company than he still has to right to be, considering he is now the more deadly creature of the two of them. “ so what’s that mean? are you — defective? is there something wrong? ” the words tumble out awkwardly, perhaps a touch insulting for what he means by them. are you okay — should i be worried. the primary fear is based in concern. it’s fine if kirishima is going to be a human for a while — from what he knows of the realms, there is magic in everything and thus there is a solution to everything in magic ( he’s not above a little celestial and spiritual intervention if need be, either ). what is not fine is if kirishima is not going to be anymore. he wants to make sure death is off the table as quickly as possible.
the tore edge of a cape finds a place between fidgeting hands. he certainly feels like a slighted child, worried for the worst of things to crawl out of the dungeons.
nothing is stronger than a bond between the bakugou family and their dragons. not in any other kingdom the realms has ever seen. he’d grown up knowing it to be true; had experienced it first hand through the last decade, since he had first touched kirishima’s wing and been told from then on he would never be alone. it’s not that he couldn’t be — but it’s not something he ever wants to find out for certain. a bakugou has never had to outlive their dragon.
to be fair he might as well be broken. or dying. no one really seems to have the answers to any of the questions that he has, which either means they have no idea or they’re too afraid to tell him. which is stupid, if he’s going to end up dying before he gets to do anything with his life they might as well let him know. honestly, he’s more worried about what his companion would do if something where to happen to him. but then again....
“i’m sure they’d get you another dragon or something, ya’know since i’m apparently broken or something.” the red head shrugs his shoulders and walks down farther to stand next to the boy king. standing next to him like this makes him feel a little uneasy, all of his memories make bakugou out to be a small human boy, who has a large temper. now they’re all but the same height and his temper seems to be a lot larger ( if what he saw earlier was anything to judge by ).
“i’m probably dying, which is SO uncool.” his foot finds a rock, and he kicks it straight into the water, watching the droplets rise up from the weight of the object. “no one in my family has any idea what’s going on, and if they do they sure as hell aren’t telling me. which is even more uncool. if i’m gonna die or i’m defective i should at least be able to know, right?” both of his hands shove deep into the pockets of the jeans he’s borrowing.
just the unknown makes him anxious, it’d be one thing if he knew what was going to happen. what if he’s a reject and has to leave the village? maybe he’s cursed, and he’s going to spread the curse to other people? sure there had been times where bakugou had angered people on their travels but he doesn’t recall any of them actually taking anything out on them. “maybe i’m cursed.”
