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❛ HELLFIRE ❜

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Y/n awakens with a searing pain radiating through her shoulder and claw, causing her to let out a delicate hiss. Wisps of smoke dance around her as she attempts to comprehend the mysterious sensation. With the utmost grace, she tenderly nibbles at her claw, though the discomfort persists. Rising with poise, she extends her magnificent wings, their movement fluid like silk in the breeze. When the pain refuses to yield, she gracefully sweeps her tail in an elegant arc. With the dignity of a queen, she departs from her forest sanctuary, gliding beyond the sheltered grove and ascending into the pristine sky above. Though flight brings discomfort, she follows the persistent ache like a celestial compass guiding her path.

Upon discovering an illustrious academy adorned with gleaming panels, her keen eyes fall upon young Izuku, the emerald-haired boy she'd observed the day prior. The valiant youth soars toward a formidable mechanical adversary, its colossal verdant head looming menacingly. Without hesitation, the majestic Queen of Dragons descends with ethereal grace, her royal claws delicately securing the precious boy. Though her fangs gleam with protective intent, the mysterious affliction intensifies rather than diminishes. With noble sacrifice, she plummets earthward, wrapping herself protectively around Izuku like a living shield of scales and sinew, choosing to bear the full brunt of the impact herself - a true testament to her regal spirit and selfless heart.

Like a supernova unleashing its fury, she unfurls her magnificent form, scales glinting like polished obsidian in the sunlight. With a battle cry that shakes the very foundations of the earth, she unleashes an inferno so intense it turns the air into shimmering waves of heat. The flames, dancing in hues of cobalt and crimson, erupt from her maw like liquid starfire, transforming the approaching robot into a melting cascade of metal and circuitry. The spectators scatter like autumn leaves in a windstorm, diving behind whatever shelter they can find as the dragon's breath paints the sky in a masterpiece of destruction. The very air crackles with power, thick with the scent of ozone and molten metal, as her display of draconic might sends shockwaves through the watching crowd.

With the delicacy of a flower unfurling its petals at dawn, Y/n opens her talons to reveal Izuku, his emerald eyes wide with wonder and pain. 
His arms lie twisted like broken branches after a storm, and suddenly the pieces of the puzzle click into place in her mind like a cosmic revelation. The phantom pain coursing through her own limbs is a mirror of his suffering, a mystical bridge between their beings. 'Why do I feel what he feels?' she ponders, the thought shimmering like starlight in her consciousness. 
With ancient wisdom flowing through her veins, she extends her tongue - iridescent and glowing like moonlight on water - to his broken arms. The healing magic dances across his skin like aurora borealis, knitting bone and sinew back together in a symphony of light and energy.
 Izuku's voice trembles like autumn leaves in a gentle breeze as he gazes up at her, his words tumbling out in awestruck whispers: "H-how... how did you do that?" The question hangs in the air like suspended stardust between them, a moment frozen in time.

A smile curves across her scaled muzzle like a crescent moon, her voice soft as silk on summer wind: "I don't know." She places him upon the battle-scarred earth with the gentleness of a mother laying down her child. 

Her nudge is tender as a whispered secret, "You're healed now, go on, little one." Izuku's response blooms like a garden in spring - crimson painting his cheeks while crystal tears dance in his eyes like morning dew. 

His embrace of her snout sends an electric current of surprise through her being, drawing forth a startled gasp. "Oh thank you!" his voice carries the pure joy of a songbird's melody. Y/n's chuckle rumbles like distant thunder, awkward yet warm, as she becomes acutely aware of the growing audience of humans surrounding them like curious stars. "It's fine, just go on, do your exam, little one." The words flow from her lips like honey, then freeze mid-air as realization strikes her like lightning. 'Now how in the nine hells did I know that?' The thought coils through her mind like smoke, while her tail twitches with the nervous energy of unfolding mysteries.

Izuku's smile radiates like sunbeams breaking through storm clouds as he races away, his farewell wave trailing hope like stardust in his wake. Y/n lingers, time flowing like honey as she gathers her strength, scales gleaming like polished onyx in the midday sun. 

But fate has other plans, spinning its web of destiny as a figure materializes before her with the silence of a shadow at midnight. He stands like a sentinel carved from darkness itself, his obsidian attire a stark contrast to the floating ebony strands of his hair - a dark halo dancing in an unseen wind. His eyes burn like twin embers in the night, crimson pools of authority that pierce through her very being. 

His voice cuts through the air like a blade of ice, each word precise and sharp as he declares, "Not so fast, dragon." The scarf around his neck writhes like a living shadow, a warning wrapped in enigma as he adds with deadly calm, "You're coming with me." The words hang in the air like frost crystals, a challenge wrapped in command.