Waking up, you found yourself in quite the predicament tied up against a pole. You scanned your surroundings and saw that you were still in the cave lit by the fire pit sitting in front of you. Ropes wrapped around your middle, keeping you up off your feet. You couldn't reach the floor, nor your fingers could pry through the ropes. Squirming by the tightness crushing your arms together, your back ached, craving relief. The back of your ankles kicked the pole until your feet were pressed flat, and with all your strength, you leaned forward in an attempt to make the ropes tear. No luck after a few tries, and your wet clothing acted like glue, keeping you still.

You whined, cursing loud enough for your captor to hear whilst he redid his trap and clutched his side. This stranger tending to his boar trap left you wondering as you were trying to get his attention by struggling. "Hey! What's the big idea, Asshole!"

He ignored you, tying the rope he cut. You noticed that your hands were dry enough for you to burn through the rope. Pushing your fingers through any possible gaps, you could wriggle a finger out, then another until your entire hand was free. 

Sigh in relief, your eyes caught your knife sitting on a wooden table. That gave you an idea if you were quiet enough to execute it. With the finger poking out of your ropes, you lit your finger on fire before you began burning at the cords. Undoubtedly, your captor caught the scent of charred cord thanks to his dragon senses, except he ignored it, holding a smirk. You scratched at whatever you could with your nails until you eventually released one of your hands. Tearing through your bonds, you quickly ran for your knife, not expecting the blonde to seize you by the wrist.

You gasped as your body was pressed up against a wall, feeling your knife beginning to slip. A colossal hand wrapped itself around your throat, and you stopped as you did not want to tick the man off. Flushing at the closeness between your faces, the hand that dropped your knife clutched his wrist.

"I'm sorry...please, I won't do it again," You spoke, blinking away your tears. Never in your life has any man put his hands on you like this. It made your legs tremble with fear. Booming thunderclaps reached your eyes after a sudden flash of lightning. 

"Am I the guy who would fall for your pathetic trick, princess?" His hand hoisted you higher off the ground. "Full warning, I don't take that shit lightly,"

"I know who you...are?" You choked out. You felt him squeezing the base of your neck, making you wince. The sternness in his eyes peered into your very soul. If looks could kill—you would be dead on the spot. The dragon scales under his eyes also made him appear more intimidating. You don't know if he was gonna change into a dragon and eat you whole. 

"I don't give a fuck if you know who I am," The boy growled, talking in a controlled tone of voice. "All I know is that you're fucking rude. Are all princesses this stupid? Who walks into a person's cave and ignores all their questions, and pass out on the floor,"

Squeezing at his arm, you grunt, begging him for him to release you, which he did. You hit the ground with a loud thud and cough whilst your hand rubbed at your throat to soothe the parts where his hand gripped.

"Bakugou...Katsuki," You gasped out, catching your breath and grimacing. "What's the dragon king doing all the way out here?"

Unsheathing his sword, Bakugou held the tip of his blade under your chin, and once again, you froze. He raised your head, backing you up against the wall until you couldn't anymore. "And who are you to question a fucking king?"

"I-i didn't mean it like that," you stuttered, trembling at the sword tickling your skin sent shivers down your spine. Your eyes caught red beneath his cape, and you immediately recognized it as blood. He was wounded. "You're hurt?"

"This is merely a scratch, you uppity princess. What's it to you-" He growls, walking away covering his nose. "You reek of someone I despise...that damn Deku." 

"Izuku?" You asked, slowly picking yourself up watching Bakugou sit down on a rock and poke the fire. Remembering Izuku's stories, you remembered him telling you that his childhood friend lived in the dragon kingdom. "You're the childhood friend he used to talk about ever since we were little,"

"Of course he does. All he's ever done was gloat like it's a damn hobby," Bakugou sighs out of annoyance.

A clap of thunder echoed in the cave. You jumped, hating how the sound of the howling wind made it worse. You didn't want to go outside because of the storm, and you figured it wouldn't pass until dawn. Two choices are laid out before you.

1) stay in the cave and wait for an outcome. Maybe if Bakugou let you, you could heal him, and he would let you stay in the cave in exchange.

2) leave and hope you will find shelter nearby. Perhaps a town or an inn. However, the chances of your kingdom's guard being sent out to find you would be a problem.

You went with the first option since it was bound to be a failed shot anyway. If Bakugou is the infamous dragon king, then you were sure he could handle a princess attending his wounds. Swallowing down the hitch in your throat, you held your hands. "Your wound?...... I can heal you with my healing magic if you like?"

"And why would I let you do that? You don't know me, so fuck off," Bakugou cursed.

You lowered your head. "You're right. I don't know you, but I'm not the sort of person who ignores those who need my help, and I want to help you."

But.

"All I ask is for a week inside your cave," You finished.

You closed your eyes, awaiting his screams, but they never came; instead, you were met with silence. You gazed up, seeing Bakugou glimpsing over his shoulder. Straightening your composure, He clicked his tongue that you could not depict if it were from the pain or just superstition. You took his silence as a sign and slowly got closer and closer behind him.

Successfully walking around his front, you bent a knee and held your hands out, ready for your magic. As you moved them forward, Bakugou watched your wrist. You winced, showing no signs of attacking him.

You gave him a soft look, pulled your hands away, then asked. "May I?"

He didn't say anything, and you continued by moving his cape. You find a large cut that resembled claw marks. You were surprised that he was still alive considering the depth of the marks. An enticing glow covers your hands, and little light particles were released from your palms. 

You got a lot of work to do.

**yawns**