You stand on the beach as the sun spills over the horizon, casting vibrant golds across the sprawling sands. With a gentle exhale, a sense of appreciation washes over you; even amidst humanity's creations, the world retains its natural beauty. It's the same beach that served as your writing retreat when you first journeyed to this continent.

As tranquility envelops you, a strange, musky scent permeates the salty sea breeze. It's unfamiliar, yet carries an inexplicable friendliness, and you resist the instinct to become defensive. You don't raise your hackles, curiosity piqued by the presence of this new, yet benign element within the serene landscape.

Then, from behind a dilapidated car, emerged a tall, muscled blonde man. You tilt your head in recognition; his face adorned posters on Izuku's walls, and conversations about him often filled the air with admiration. His name, 'All Might', was spoken with a reverence that matched his heroic persona from the posters. As he stepped into view, you inhaled deeply, the distinct musky scent of his protective presence filling your senses.

"Ah, hello there. Don't worry, because I am here," he beams at you, extending a large finger towards you. Reacting quickly, you curl your fingers around his and tug sharply. He yelps as you skillfully topple him with just that move, his broad shoulder thudding against the sandy ground. You pivot to face him, your purple eyes gleaming with a mixture of threat and playfulness. "You better be good to my Izuku, or I will make you rue the day," you growl, a fierce edge to your soft warning.

His pale blue eyes widened, and he swallowed hard. "Y-yes, ma'am!" he stammered out. You offered him a hand with a smile. Although you were smaller than him, your strength was undeniable. He accepted your assistance, and you effortlessly hauled him to his feet before turning your attention to Izuku. His wide green eyes sparkled, sending a flutter through your heart. "I'll be over there watching. Don't let this day go to waste, lovebug," you purred, playfully ruffling his hair. His cheeks flushed with a deep blush as you stepped back, climbing atop some discarded cars and bicycles, creating a perch from which to observe.

You sat perched, a silent guardian atop a throne of discarded relics, as the hours wove themselves seamlessly into the day. Below you, Izuku's form finally gave in to exhaustion, collapsing onto the sandy embrace of the beach. Rivulets of sweat traced the determined lines of his brow, mapping a journey of endurance across his skin. You clicked your tongue, a symphony of empathy escaping from it as you stood, stretching limbs that ached from the stillness of your vigil.

The soft protests of your back resonated with the ache of hours spent motionless, but as you leaped from your makeshift tower, vitality coursed through you, displacing any trace of discomfort. Feet met the earth with a muted thud, swirling up the sands of time around you. You approached the fallen warrior, your hands finding his elbow with an easy grace, raising him up from his sandy defeat.

Dusting him off with care, you murmured in a voice like distant thunder, a low and tender rumble, "Very impressive, lovebug."

He flushed, a warm tide of modest pride flooding his features, and nodded mutely. Turning to All Might, who looked every bit the expectant pup awaiting praise or reproof from his master, you couldn't help but let a smile bloom across your face. With an affectionate and comradely touch, you patted his broad chest.

"Well done to you too, All Might," you said, imbuing his title with a lighthearted respect. "You're welcome to continue training my 'lovebug' here, and I won't hunt you down," your eyes danced with mirth as you spoke.

Your ruby red lips then curled into a mischievous smirk, leaving a trail of playful words hanging in the air. "Yet, anyhow."

He sighed, a visible wave of relief cascading over him, and offered a grateful nod before standing at attention to salute. "Then I'd better be on my way. Until next time, Zealtos!" And with those departing words, he dashed away, leaving a gust in his wake that playfully tousled your dark hair.

You shook your head in amusement, the corners of your mouth turning upwards ever so slightly. For a person of his stature to be so... human, you mused, a silent chuckle escaping your lips.

You then turned to Izuku, who still seemed to be gathering himself after the rigorous training. Tipping your head in a gesture of encouragement, you offered a steady hand. "Come on, Lovebug. Let's get you home and cleaned up. You have ten months until the U.A. exams, right?"

He nodded, his spirit reignited by the mention of his goal, and you flashed a reassuring smile. "Let's go then; your mother must be worried by now."

Without a moment's hesitation, you swept him into your arms, opting for a 'princess carry' you'd heard was endearing. The effect was immediate; he blushed fiercely from ear to ear, an endearing sight that coaxed a giggle from you. "Too cute," you muttered, your words carrying a blend of affection and amusement.

Then, with Izuku safely in your arms, you began the journey home, steps light with shared camaraderie and the promise of adventures yet to come.

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Later that day, you found sanctuary outside, nestled in the embrace of the forest that brushed against the edge of the world. Above you, stars began their nightly twinkle, a glimmering tapestry spread wide and infinite. A sigh parted your lips, a sound of contentment that mingled with the evening breeze, and you tilted your head back to bask in the moon's caress—its silver light a gentle balm upon your features.

That's when the call of the wild stirred within you, an ancient and irresistible summons. With measured grace, you allowed yourself to shift, transforming with a mindfulness that preserved the tranquil forest around you. Though you grew in size, mighty and imposing, you were still dwarfed by the colossal legends like Godzilla, yet you stood as a titan in your own right—a guardian between the realms of wild and the realm of man.

Nighttime symphonies of the forest ignited your primal instincts, abruptly drawing your gaze to the right. The promise of a fresh kill ignited a spark within you, saliva beading at the corner of your mouth—an appetite no human fare could satisfy. Grounded in a lineage centuries old, one that revered the inexorable march of growth, you embodied nature's relentless force in your titanic form.

Your quirk was a timeless one; you were born to an existence where growth knew no cessation, a trait mirrored in both your human and colossal visages. With stealth befitting your gargantuan size, you padded towards the distant, sorrowful cries of a deer in distress.

As you broke through the forest threshold, you halted, your massive figure casting shadows over a grim scene. A proud buck lay wounded, its belly grievously torn open; yet, perplexingly, it clung to life. Curiosity piqued and claws unsheathing, you considered the wounded creature before you, a tangle of empathy and wild hunger swirling within you.

You hissed, the sound slicing through the hushed whispers of the forest. Lowering your snout, you sniffed at the grievous belly wound, a growl of disgust rumbling deep within your chest. "Who did this to you?" you questioned, your voice a low, sorrowful echo that wove itself into the tapestry of the night. The buck merely responded with a pained mewl, relinquishing his struggle as he turned his head to the side, exposing the vulnerability of his neck. It was an offering, a resignation from life's suffering eagerly awaiting deliverance.

Granting him his final wish, you acted with nature's swift mercy. With a bite, you delivered the finish—the neck gave way with a definitive SNAP and CRACK, signaling the end of agony. Blood, warm and life-giving, filled your maw. With a forlorn sigh, you closed your amethyst eyes in a silent homage, withdrawing as the lifeblood dripped down your jaws.

You nudged the buck gently, positioning his head to rest more peacefully. "Sorry it had to end like this," you murmured, an apology to the quiet spirit you had freed, as the moon above bore witness to the solemn rite of the wild.

With the buck's demise quelling the pangs of your hunger, you lifted your head, nostrils flaring as you scanned for new prey. Yet the stillness of death that clung to the forlorn carcass beside you had smothered the urge to hunt. Decision made, you pivoted, your mighty tail sweeping over the buck's body, which seemed to shrink and wither with his spirit's departure. It was then, amidst the quietus, that the tranquility was shattered by the brittle snap of a twig.

Head snapping up, fangs bared in a fearsome grimace, your display was one of primordial wrath. Blood painted your snout a gruesome red, casting you in a spectral light as dorsal fins began to pulse with an ominous purple glow. Turning, a growl resonated from the depths of your throat—a warning to any that would dare challenge your might.

However, folly or bravery had brought forth an opponent—a tall man with jet-black hair, a canvas of red patchy skin, and eyes ablaze with cobalt flames. A reckless gesture of hostility, and a torrent of blue fire streamed from his palm, striking your tail just above the hip. You snorted out plumes of acrid smoke and pivoted, imperial gaze locking onto his now panicked form.

He stumbled back, his retreat halted by the embrace of a low-hanging pine. Your colossal form dominated the clearing, your talons turning the very earth beneath you to a fine powder, a display of unbridled power. Hands gnarled into the dirt, fury etched into your every sinew, you towered over him—a leviathan on the brink of riotous fury.

"Give me one damned reason why I shouldn't incinerate you right here, right now," you hissed through gritted teeth, the taste of vengeance as potent as the iron-rich lifeblood that still lingered in your mouth.

"B-because that's not what heroes do...?" The words emerged more as a faltering inquiry than a statement of fact, his voice quivering under the weight of his foreboding setting. His Adam's apple bobbed with a nervous twitch, and fear rolled off him in waves, each pulse a tangible testament to his dread.

Eying the human before you, you brought your mammoth head closer, careful to leave a breath's space between, your hot, moist exhalations washing over him like a premonitory storm. "You're... human," you rumbled, the realization rolling off your tongue with a gravelly resonance.

The man gulped, his initial fright breaching his composure. "Y-yeah, I am. W-what are you?"

A smile clawed at your lips, a humored gesture on your kaiju visage. "I'm a kaiju, darling, known as Azure. Judging by your attire, you strike me as a villain, but I am no judge of human mores. They sow their own destruction, felling kin with kin, a sordid tapestry of self-wrought ruin. I do not guide fate's hand, nor do I disturb the scales of their justice," you mused, your head tilting with an air of indifferent curiosity—your olfactory senses intrigued by the smoky essence he carried.

Indeed, he had an appealing scent—one not often found amongst humanity. Well, not all humans reek, you considered silently, and then withdrew, filling the sky above him once more.

"Now, since I've bared my name to you, it's only fair that you share yours," you rumbled the command, each syllable resonating with the authority of one who expected obedience.

The man swallowed hard, a nervous gesture that did not go unnoticed. "I'm... I'm Dabi," he said, voice barely above a whisper, tendrils of trepidation lacing his words.

You hummed, a sound deep and thoughtful. "Dabi, huh? That's not your real name, is it? But worry not, I have no interest in prying secrets from unwilling lips," you replied, your tone laced with a certain indefinable menace that was as much a part of you as the scales on your back.

With one final, lumbering step back, you dipped your massive head in a semblance of a bow. "Until next time, Master Dabi," you intoned, and then turned, the earth itself trembling with each of your retreating footfalls. You left behind a cleared forest, heavy footprints, and a villain who exhaled a breath he didn't know he had been holding.

Dabi stayed, eyes tracing the last wisp of your tail until the vista was clear, though the memory of your presence echoed like the distant beats of a ceremonial drum. When he was certain your footsteps could no longer be felt, silence enveloped him, and he allowed himself a low breath, a murmured chuckle at the corners of his lips. Oh, I'm going to have a field day with this. Shigaraki doesn't need to know the details, but a taste of the chaos, of a potential new 'hero' in our midst... that will spark some interest.