With a ferocious snarl, Y/N launched herself at Bakugo, her wings unfurled in a blur of motion, casting a shadow over him. Her talons, massive and sharp like the claws of an ancient beast, aimed straight for him, and before he could even react, the ground beneath them cracked with a deafening crash as her full weight slammed into him.

The impact was cataclysmic. The shockwave rippled outward, rattling the stands and throwing dust and debris into the air. Heroes in the audience gasped, instinctively shielding themselves from the force of the blow. A few of the more experienced heroes took a step back, realizing just how dangerous the battle had become. Y/N, now fully in her dragon form, was no longer the same calm and composed hero they had known. She was the living embodiment of destruction.

Bakugo, pinned beneath the weight of the Queen of Dragons, struggled beneath her, groaning in pain. His chest heaved with each breath, his body bruised and battered from the crushing force. But his fiery spirit wasn't extinguished. Despite the overwhelming pressure, his hands sparked with explosive energy, trying to create a gap between himself and the beast atop him.

But it was no use. Her claws dug into the ground, holding him firmly in place.

Y/N smirked down at him, her golden eyes glinting with the satisfaction of dominance. "You underestimate the fury of the Mountain Queen, Katsuki," she hissed, her voice low and powerful, like a distant thunderstorm. The weight of her words was matched by the weight of her form pressing him into the arena floor.

Bakugo growled beneath her, his hands shaking as he summoned more explosions, but he was exhausted. His energy was running low, his body too battered to keep up the fight. Yet, despite it all, he continued to glare at her, determined not to let her see him yield.

"You think you've won, dragon?" he spat, blood trickling from his lip. "You might've crushed me this time, but I'll still come back. You're not invincible."

Y/N tilted her head slightly, her grin widening. "I never said I was invincible, Katsuki. But today, you're reminded of why you should fear those who walk the line between human and monster."

The crowd, frozen in stunned silence, could only watch as the two locked eyes—one a fierce hero, the other a proud, untamable force of nature. The fight wasn't over yet, but for now, Y/N stood victorious.

Y/N released her claws from Bakugo, allowing him to stumble free from her crushing grip. As he scrambled to his feet, still panting from the intensity of the fight, she rose to her full height, her wings folding slightly behind her. Without another word, she let out a deep, rumbling snort, her breath curling into a swirl of fiery red and gold.

Suddenly, a massive plume of flame erupted from her nostrils, shooting high into the air with a roar that made the entire stadium tremble. The fire spiraled upward like a serpent in the sky, twisting and coiling with impossible elegance, until it formed a perfect symbol: a fierce dragon's head, etched in flame, glowing against the darkened sky. The symbol pulsed for a moment, flickering like a living creature, before it began to fall back down like crumbling rocks, cascading down in a fiery rain.

However, as it fell, the flames parted just before reaching the heroes and students, circling around them harmlessly. They watched, wide-eyed and awestruck, as the fire dissipated into the air, leaving only the lingering warmth in its wake. The crowd stood still, speechless at the display of power that had just unfolded before them.

Y/N, her breath still heavy from the transformation, turned her golden gaze back to Bakugo, who was now barely standing, bloodied but still seething with defiance. Her voice rang out, clear and commanding.

"Do you yield?" she asked, her tone both regal and terrifying. The words hung in the air like the calm before a storm.

Bakugo met her gaze, his teeth gritted in a snarl, his body still trembling with the urge to fight. But there was something in the way she stood—unshaken, powerful, her form like a dragon in the heavens—that told him it was over. She had proven herself beyond his reach.

For a long moment, it seemed like Bakugo might refuse, his pride too strong to give in. But the fire within him had been extinguished, and his shoulders sagged under the weight of his own defeat.

"...I yield," he spat out, his voice low but steady.

Y/N's expression softened slightly, her dragon form retreating just a bit, the fiery gleam in her eyes dimming as she gave a small, approving nod. With a final glance at Bakugo, she turned to face the arena, her tail flicking with satisfaction. The crowd erupted in cheers, but Y/N wasn't focused on the praise. She had proven her strength, and more importantly, she had shown that she was not to be underestimated.

"Then the fight is over," she said, her voice quiet yet resonant, as she took a step back, allowing the next round of competition to unfold.

"Y/N L/N wins the round and goes on!" Midnight's voice rang out through the arena, her words booming over the electrified crowd.

The audience erupted into a frenzy of cheers, their applause deafening. Yet, amidst the roar, Y/N stood still, her gaze cold and unwavering. She did not smile, nor bask in the glory of her victory. Instead, she gave a respectful bow of her head toward Bakugo, acknowledging his strength and resolve, though her heart remained focused and distant.

With that, she spread her mighty wings wide, the golden scales on her body catching the sunlight as she took to the air. Her movements were fluid and elegant, the air itself bending to her presence as she soared above the arena, leaving a trail of heat behind her.

The crowd continued to cheer, but Y/N didn't look back. She flew high into the sky, the earth shrinking below her as she disappeared from sight. Only the faintest traces of smoldering prints remained on the ground where her powerful feet had once stood.

The arena, now quiet after her departure, still held the lingering heat of her presence, as if the very air had been touched by a dragon's fire. Y/N had proven herself in more ways than one, and the message was clear—she was not to be underestimated.

The ground where she had fought, scorched and burned, became a silent reminder of the battle that had taken place, as the dust and ash of her departure slowly settled into the wind.