That new Unus Annus vid has me thinking:

~Reptilians don’t exist (KrBk)~

Skeptical Bakugou ventures into a cave searching for 'reptilians'. He goes alone because, of course, it was a dare. He's not scared, he doesn't expect to find anything, but damn.

He's pretty deep into the cave system. The freezing cold that was seeping through his bones is starting to subside. He climbs down a steep fall and when he looks down the weirdly straight tunnel where he ended up, he sees a glowing light.

A chill runs up his spine as he gets closer to the light source. If he really finds something, not that he will, that light could be anything, everything has a logical explanation; his phone lost signal the moment he stepped into the cave,

so he has no way to contact someone on the outside. Kaminari, Mina and Sero are camping right in front of the entrance of the cave, but what good does that make him now?

Bakugou hears nothing but the sound of the loose gravel crunching under his boots and his increasingly agitated breathing. He’s starting to think that maybe he shouldn’t have come alone, when his flashlight illuminates a wet looking dark spot on the ground in front of him.

Bakugou stops and squats near the puddle, reaching a hand towards it. Surely, it’s water; it doesn’t smell like anything other that humidity in the air.
His fingers meet a cold slimy substance. Bakugou brings his hand closer to his eyes.

The stuff coating them is greenish and now he can definitely smell a faint scent of copper. Maybe it’s industrial waste leaking from an old pipe buried somewhere near. Bakugou cleans his fingers on his pants and spits to the side, stepping ahead once again.

He finds several puddles more in his way toward the light and he can’t help but notice that they’re all connected by a series of smaller puddles. That’s when he points his flashlights to one of the walls of the tunnel and what he finds there makes his blood run cold.

The same substance he found on the floor is scattered in various different spots, they look as if someone had dipped their hand in a bucket of the weird substance and dragged it along the wall. Someone with gigantic fucking hands may he add.

Bakugou puts his own hand next to one of the handprints and shivers at the size difference. The fucking person who went down here trying to imitate prehistoric art must’ve been someone pretty fucking big…

and they may still be somewhere around, given that the stuff on the wall is still fresh. Bakugou turns off his flashlight immediately and steps backwards until his back touches the opposite wall.

The light source from before is enough for him to guide his steps trough the dim place. He only trips and catches himself on the wall a couple of times before reaching what he thought was the end of the tunnel. It turns out it’s just a corner he has to go around.

Bakugou stops and takes a couple of deeps breaths, hand sliding down towards the dagger clipped to his belt. Now that he isn’t moving, he can hear the crackling of wood, and this close he can see the flicker of the light.

That must be a campfire, though he can’t smell any smoke coming this way, and there are no wind currents down here.
Maybe there’s a lunatic living in this place. He should turn around and go back, so why are his feet moving forward?

Bakugou turns the corner staying glued to the wall, right hand white-knuckling the leather handle of his dagger. His eyes widen at what he finds on the other side. He’s wrong again, it wasn’t a corner, it’s an open door.

The place is fucking huge and it looks like something you’d pull straight out of a fantasy novel. There are furniture shaped rocks littering around, like chairs, a table, a couch and even a bed.

A couple of torches on each corner brighten the ‘room’, but they’re not the light source that Bakugou saw from afar. Placed inside what looks like a glass container, there’s a giant glowing red egg.
His jaw falls open, he can definitely see something moving inside.

For a second it looks as if the glass was slowly melting away and Bakugou shivers as a drop of cold sweat rolls down his back.
Then he hears a rustling coming from behind.

His hand flies to the dagger and he pulls it out as he jumps around to face whatever the fuck was making the noise. He chokes with his own breathing. There’s a body laying on the floor, right next to the door he walked through to get in here. A woman’s body.

She’s lying in a puddle of the same substance he found outside.
“…him… please” a soft voice comes from her. Bakugou can’t see her face because she’s covered with a really long black tunic, the hood hiding her face from him.

Bakugou steps closer warily, dagger still in front of him. “What did you say?... Are you okay?”
A gloved hand reaches out for him, his eyes fix on the red scaled skin showing over the edge of the tunic and he drops his dagger.

It clatters away on the floor and Bakugou lets himself fall to his knees, shakily taking the offered hand. Fuck him.
His fingertips brush the scales gently. She’s cold and her fingers hold tight to his hand, pulling him closer.

The hood falls from her head when she tries to get up. Her face looks like any other woman you would find on the streets, save for a couple of darker scales on her temples and her slitted pupils. She’s strikingly beautiful too. Bakugou can’t find a moment to catch a breath.

He owes Denki a thousand dollars now.
“P-please… save him” The woman whispers. Her breath is scorching hot against Bakugou’s face, and it smells like burning wood “…don’t let them kill him too”

Bakugou has a lot of fucking questions, but by the way she speaks and how she clutches her side, he assumes they don’t have a lot of time. “Save who?” He asks in an equally hushed tone.

When she points to the egg inside the now melted container, he realizes how stupid his question was. Of course.
“Take... this” The woman presses a little leather covered book and a chainless gold locket into his hand “… please… keep him safe”
“Y-yeah” Bakugou whispers.

She gives him a faint smile, he can barely see the shine of sharp teeth under her lips, her hand slips from his with her last breath.
Bakugou stays there for a while, kneeling in what must be a puddle of the woman’s blood.

He can’t believe this is really happening. He covers the woman’s face with the hood again and looks back at the egg. Fuck, what did he get himself into?

The woman talked about /them/ as… people? Who wanted her and her child dead, what if /they/ where still around somewhere? Or getting closer? He has to get out of here as soon as possible.
He gets up with a jump and takes three long strides towards the egg.

He tries to get his hands on it, but even before touching it he realizes that it radiates an incredible amount of heat. His hands would be gone in an instant if he grabbed it. How the hell is he going to take that thing with him if he can’t touch it?

Luckily, he doesn’t have to duel much on that matter. He’s stomping around looking for some kind of box that wouldn’t melt while carrying the egg, when he hears a cracking noise and then something wet falls to the floor.

Bakugou looks back over his shoulder. The egg isn’t on the half-melted container anymore. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Bakugou strides back to where the egg was, almost slipping on a slimy puddle coming from behind the container.

He peeks around the melted glass, careful not to put his hands anywhere near it because he can still feel the heat radiating from it.

There, on the floor, lies a little bundle of shiny red scales and black hair. It would probably look like a baby if it didn’t have sharp looking claws and a little spiked tail. The little bundle wiggles and rolls on the floor.

It ends up on its back and big red eyes stare at him while chubby little arms reach for him. Bakugou takes off his jacket and carefully wraps the hatchling in it. The baby lizard chirps at him and burps a little cloud of smoke, tiny clawed fingers trying to touch his face.

If he said he had ever seen something cuter than this little thing he would definitely be lying. The hatchling smiles at him, a mouthful of pointy teeth just like his mother. Bakugou’s heart clenches at the thought that he’s all this baby has in the world.

He takes a deep breath, hugging the baby tight to his chest. The little lizard boy tries to hug him back, sharp claws stab clumsily at the base of his neck. Bakugou hisses and the hatchling chirps again.

He walks around the place with the baby tucked in his arms, looking for anything else he could take with them before going back, when he finds nothing else, he goes to sit on one of the stone couches.

It’s not as uncomfortable as he thought they would be when he first entered the room. He gently lays the boy down on his crossed legs and takes his backpack off,

he tucks the medallion into one of the side bags and spares a short glance to the door before opening the book the woman gave him. He shakes it a little, a photograph slides out from between the worn pages. It’s black and white and chipped off around the edges.

In it there’s the woman who gave him the book, cradled in her arms is a toddler with a spiked tail and a couple of bumps in their forehead that are definitely horns. Draping an arm around both of them is a young, well-built man with a big smile and an outdated mustache.

Bakugou turns the photograph around, on the back there are a couple of words written in what looks like ink. ‘Akane, Jun and Ichiro Kirishima, Ichiro’s 3rd birthday. May 7th, 1950’.

He puts the picture in the front pocket of his shirt and goes back to the book. It turns out it’s a journal. The first page reads:

/May 6th, 1950
It’s been six months since they took my baby. Jun came back from the search three days ago and suggested that I start a journal where I write my feelings, that it will help me cope with what happened.

I told him it was a stupid idea, that some words in a piece of paper wouldn’t bring Ichiro back, and that’s the only thing that can help me cope. Jun left again today, I don’t know when he’s coming back, he told me to stay here,

he doesn’t want them to take me as they did our son. I hate being here, I miss our old cabin in the mountains.
May 6th, 1951
365 days have gone by since the last time I touched this book. Jun hasn’t come back and I’ve heard nothing of him,

it’s not like he can send letters to this hellhole. I went hunting last night and I saw a fire in the distance, maybe a couple of days away from here. I hope that’s Jun coming back to me,

being in this place without my son and without the man I love pains me a thousand times more than cutting my tail off did.
May 10th, 1951
I thought I couldn’t be happy again after we lost Ichiro, but I was wrong. Turns out the fire I saw was actually Jun camping out.

He arrived here the next day and I was so happy I cried. I didn’t write it right away because I needed to be with him, to be held in his arms for the perpetual coldness to finally leave my body. Jun is planning to leave again the 15th, but I don’t want to be alone.

I’ll go with him this time, even if I have to file my horns down every third day to blend in./

The little boy chirps again and Bakugou puts the book down to tend to the babe. His big beautiful eyes start to water the second he notices he has Bakugou’s attention.

Bakugou stuffs the book into the backpack and leans to the baby. A high-pitched whine almost bursts his eardrums.
“Shh, dude what the hell?” He whispers, hands fluttering over the baby’s face.

He wipes a couple of tears away and brings the baby to his chest. The whining stops immediately and that’s when Bakugou notices the crunch of gravel right outside the door.

He jumps behind the couch as quietly as he can, baby lizard clutched with one arm, free hand reaching for his dagger.
“Are you sure this is where he came?”
“Yes, look at the lifeline you idiot!”

Bakugou sighs relieved and returns the dagger to its sheath on his hip. A second later Mina and Sero enter the room. They stop near Akane’s body and look around with wide eyes. He comes out of his hiding place, the little baby wiggling in his arms.

“Dude what the fuck?” Sero whispers, he completely bypasses Bakugou and goes straight for the melted container where the egg was before.

“Katsuki!” Mina stomps towards him, any complaint she was ready to throw at him stays stuck in her throat and she stops when her eyes land on the little bundle on his arms “W-what…”

That seems to get Sero’s attention back, but when he turns around, he notices the body by the door “Oh my fucking God! Bakugou, what did you do?”

Bakugou follows Sero’s line of sight and scrambles around the couch “I didn’t do shit; she was already hurt when I got here”
“Who?” Mina makes a 360 and her shriek is loud enough to startle the baby lizard.

The little thing’s lower lip trembles for a second before big fat tears form at the corners of his eyes and the high-pitched whining starts again. Mina and Sero cover their ears while Bakugou hugs the baby tighter and bounces him around a little, trying to get him to stop crying.

“Shh baby, it’s okay” He whispers, brushing some hair away from his face.
Mina and Sero look at each other, then Mina steps closer hesitatingly “Katsuki, what is going on?” She whispers too.

She brings a hand up to pull the jacket away from the baby’s face and he starts crying louder.
Bakugou instinctively pulls the baby away from her and she stares at him open mouthed. “You scared him” he hisses.

“Dude, you care to explain?” Sero moves closer to Akane’s body. Bakugou is too busy trying to keep Mina away from the baby to notice Sero uncover Akane’s face “Fuuuuck, I can’t believe Denki was right…”

“Katsuki, that thing is red” Mina is still awestruck, hands fighting against one of Bakugou’s while reaching to uncover the baby “Let me see it!”
“Fucking stop!” Bakugou yells. Mina and Sero stop moving, and the baby stops crying, big red eyes stare at him and then he chuckles.

Bakugou decides this is no time to melt over how cute that itty bitty sound was, he clears his throat and glares at his friends “I’ll explain what I can when we get out of here, but first we have to bury her, anyone brought a shovel?”