In sheep's clothing

Midoriya sits on the roof of the school, looking up at the sky. Clouds of various shapes and sizes float slowly on a bright blue background. There are three floors of free fall under your feet. But he's not afraid to fall.He can feel the itchy ache of his essence stirring impatiently under his skin. It had been so long since he had felt the resistance of the air currents beating against the tight-fitting scales. Buildings beckon with their height at the level of instincts. Izuku is still a dragon, though carefully wrapped in a human shell.