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Izuku Midoriya, a prince, was soon to be crowned king. He was well-known and popular among the ladies due to his position in power and attractive looks.
He had nobles, lords and dukes coming from the left and right, offering up their daughters, hoping he'd say yes to taking one's hand in marriage. But the thing is. Izuku had no interest in marriage, let alone in a woman; his interest veered in the opposite direction. Izuku hid in his chambers, a heavy robe adoring his Leith figure. He sat slouched in his oversized wing chair, unbecoming of the soon-to-be king, but the green-haired male could care less. Quite frankly, he was rather unenthused about it, especially at 22; becoming king wasn't something he mainly wanted to do. However, he'd do everything he could to rid the kingdom of his tyrant father's rule. In fact, it was the crowning ceremony tonight; the Prince would rather just adorn the crown and be over with it -but Father insisted it is a ball.-
He ran a frustrated hand down his face; he was sulking. Then, rather suddenly, he's roused from his mind by a rather stressed maid, "Your majesty!! We must get you ready; the ball is an hour from; oh, good heavens, your father will have my head on a stick." Agatha rambles, causing the young man to roll his eyes fondly. "Do not fret; I won't allow that, besides- Father won't have such power to wield after tonight." The greenest says, a gleeful smile stretching across his sharp features. Agatha huffs at the Prince's laxness, saying, " Oh, do stop this spite and diddle dabble and hurry on to the lavatory." She bosses ushering the somewhat disgruntled Prince into the bathroom. It wasn't long until Izuku was adorned in the finest silks, black and gold. His usual chaotic hair was combed back into clean wavy locks, its true length showing and sitting just above his ears. "Is this really necessary?" He asks as Agatha places a simple gold chain necklace around his neck. "Very", she replies promptly. "Now put your gloves on and go to the ballroom; the balls are already in full swing!" The old yet youthful maid orders, her hands placed on her hips. Izuku frowns, "Yes, Mum", Izuku mutters, doing as he's told. Ten minutes later, the Prince entered the ballroom, his gate elegant and practiced. He was the center of attention.
Izuku shouldn't have been surprised by how quickly his father made his way over. He let out a quiet sigh, "Evening Father." He greets with an even tone, his head dipping elegantly in a slight bow. All For One- a name Izuku wasn't particularly fond of nods in reply. -Arrogant prick- he thinks to himself, his jaw ticking in vexation. The greenest hands were clasped behind his back, an imperturbable mask befalling his face as he tunes the king's lecture out. "..And I want you to gain connections with neighboring kingdoms.. understood?" The king orders, a practiced smile on his face, clearly fed up with his son's ignorance. "Yes, of course, my king", Izuku replies, his tone mocking. It wasn't long until the irritated Prince skilfully shrugged off his father's hand, which was an ironclad grip on his shoulder, perhaps a warning? And made his way over to a familiar-looking face.
"Katsuki Bakugou? What a surprise." Izuku greets his face breaking into an angelic smile as he greets his childhood friend. It had been a couple months since the Bakugou family last visited the palace. They were a family of knights in service to the kingdom, and Izuku would often train with the blonde in the late evenings on his returns from the many quest his father sent him on. Both young men bow in greeting, "soon to be king Izuku", The blonde states, his eyes glinting in amusement, "off with the father's head?" He jokes lightly, aware of the green-haired man's hatred for his father. This caused a soft chuckle to leave the Prince, "if only.. now come let us drink; it will be a long night ahead", he says, gesturing for the blonde to follow. He walks over to a large table filled with food and drinks. "Anyone to your fancy?"
The greenest asks with a tilt of his head, genuinely curious of the knight's response; for as long as he'd known the other, not once had the man shown any interest in another man or woman. "Same answer as always; I assure you, you'll be the first to know." The blonde said with a light smirk as he poured the pair two glasses of the finest red wine. "Speaking of, have you interacted with the Prince of Phoenicia? He's a sight for sore eyes." He concludes by handing the glass to the other; as far as he knew, he was the only one the Prince had told about his sexuality, maybe that maid? He couldn't be sure. Izukus's cheeks darken into a lovely red, "No, I have not- I don't think I've heard of him; I didn't realize Endeavour had knocked someone up." He mummers, slowly surveying the room. Katsuki choked on his mouthful of wine, his eyes watering from the burn the acidic drink caused in his throat. Again, he was taken aback by the others' uncouth language. The knight clears his throat fighting the urge to laugh, "He did, but I heard the maiden isn't mentally well and hasn't made a public appearance." The blonde informs. The Prince hums in thought, taking a small sip of his wine, "I wouldn't be either if I had that bastard's dick in me." He says offhandedly, his sight finally zeroing in on his target. "He is rather a gentleman." He mummers nodding in approval.
Izuku turns his attention back to the blonde, "care to dance?" Izuku asked this for two reasons: it would greatly irritate his father, and he didn't want to give any lovely lady a sense of disappointment- he really had no interest in them. Katsuki chuckles, "The King won't be pleased."
"no, but the crowd will," Izuku replies with a brilliant smile; the famous duo had gained a reputation at balls for only ever taking each other's hand to dance. The pair glide onto the dance floor, their cloaks twirling elegantly around them; they were a sight to see. There were soft gasps of awe resounding from the audience, but other than that, no one intervened. The kingdom adored the pair, finding them the life of balls and gatherings. The men waltz, spin, and twirl their fluidity and grace, awing the audience.
Shoto steps out of the carriage and quickly hurries off into the castle, ignoring his father's shouting after him. Sure, he'd probably be punished for his public disobedience at some point, but for now, he just needed to be anywhere other than near his old man. Spending the day trapped in a carriage with the other was more than enough unwanted father-son time for him. Now he has to parade around entertaining the wealthy and women of other kingdoms. He just couldn't catch a break, it seemed. He sighs, accepting a goblet of wine and slinking off to the outskirts of the ballroom, not that it would stop him from being noticed. His split-coloured hair, different-coloured eyes, and facial scar made him stand out no matter where he went. Barely an hour into the night, he was already being swamped by lords trying to bargain with him and ladies trying to seduce him. It was beyond infuriating. He supposed this happens when you're unfortunate enough to be the heir of one of the wealthiest kingdoms in the land. Phoenicia was large and well-known for its merchants and the goods it produced- everything from clothing to jewels to literature, not to mention their very well-trained military that his bastard father was always itching to put to use. He just wanted this whole experience to be over.
Shoto played nice, though he wasn't exactly happy about it. But, then again, what choice did he really have? He could see his father watching him closely just about anywhere he went. That's how he ended up on the dance floor with some random duke's daughter. She was pretty, and she seemed nice enough, but he really just wasn't interested. He never had any problems with women. Of course, he found them attractive, and they always seemed to have pleasant personalities, although that could just be because they were trying to seduce him. Unfortunately for them, it never quite worked in their favour. While he found them pleasant and attractive, he was never attracted to them. Now whether that was due to their gender or because they were constantly sucking up to him, he was unsure. It doesn't matter what he wants in the end. It is only a matter of time before his father forces him to marry the prospect with the most benefits.
While dancing around, he sees a man his age enter the ballroom in a way that makes everyone's heads turn. He knew that practiced gate all too well to know that the greenest must be the Prince, soon to be king, of this kingdom. They weren't an eyesore, but he wondered if their personality matched their elegant attire like most other royals he'd met. It'd certainly be a shame if it did.
He'd been staring so much that he hadn't realized that he'd stopped dancing- in the middle of the dance floor. He apologizes to the flustered lady he'd been dancing with and hurriedly makes his way off the dance floor, feeling his father's furious eyes follow after him as he does.
Shoto would have to steer clear of his father for the rest of the night unless he wanted a harsh scolding for what he just did. He sighs, looking down at the goblet in his hand. Getting drunk and making a fool of himself certainly wouldn't help him. With a slight frown, he sets the drink aside. Turns out it was a good thing he did because he most certainly would have dropped the thing if he'd still been holding it when his mismatched eyes returned to the dance floor. He couldn't believe it and swears he got whiplash from how quickly he turned his head. The Prince, soon to be king of this kingdom, was dancing with another man in the middle of the dance floor with all eyes on them. It was an unbelievable sight- definitely, one that was frowned upon in their community. His father would be seething at the sight for sure.
Instead, he watches in awe as they twirl around the dance floor effortlessly, making it seem like they've done this a million times before. It was mind-blowing for him to realize that most of their kingdom didn't even seem to care. It was as if this was completely normal.
As the blonde and the Prince dominated the dance floor, Izuku couldn't help but survey the audience in search of the duel-haired Prince, he was a beauty, and the green-haired male was desperate to lay his eyes upon the male again. Katsuki could tell his friend was distracted, so he took the lead, twirling their bodies in perfect synchronization as they glided across the marble floor. Izuku grinned, his eyes finally connecting with the duel-haired male; the emerald and mismatched eyes bore into one another, an electric warmth spreading throughout Izuku's body, causing a flush to envelop his face. The eye contact was mere seconds, but it was magical. The song ends, and Katsuki dips the Prince with practiced ease, both men smiling boyishly at each other. It was always liberating and freeing to dance. The Ballroom breaks into applause, causing the pair to blush bashfully. Izuku leads Katsuki off the floor and to the banquet table, his stomach giving a quiet grumble. "My lord, I'm famished," he says, rubbing his belly; the knight only nods in agreement making a plate for the both of them, having become a habit of his over the years of knowing the Prince. He made it his job to ensure his friend ate each meal properly. "You know you don't need to make me a plate every time." The green-haired male grumbles in embarrassment. "I know," Katsuki says matter-of-factly as he fills Izuku's plate. "Now stop complaining and eat," he orders with a cocked brow as he takes his own plate and coaxes the Prince toward a table away from the crowd. Though he'd deny it until the day he died, Izuku was pouting. He knew it was childish, but for an unexplained reason, the blonde brought out his childlike side, the side he locked away the day of his mother's demise, her death dealt by the hand of the man he calls Father.
"You're pouting, Izuku; cheer up. You're about to become King." Katsukis's voice rouses him from his dark thoughts, bringing a soft smile to his face. "You're right, Kacchan." He mummers beginning his meal; he had forgotten to eat breakfast that morning, so the food that lay before smelled and looked absolutely divine. Izuku could feel his friends' eyes on him, "what?" he inquired, tilting his head in interest. Katsuki grins, "Prince Todoroki?" He says knowingly, causing the green-haired male to splutter, his face red. "I don't know what you're, implying, " he says, avoiding eye contact. The blonde continued teasing the other relentlessly throughout their meal, finding much joy in the situation.
"Okay!" Izuku finally exclaimed. His meal was practically finished as he stood from the table, causing the blonde to let loose a laugh. "I need some air and to be away from you, " he said in irritation, but Katsuki knew without a doubt that the Prince was far from upset with him.
Izuku Makes his way out of the Ballroom, narrowly avoiding his father and makes his way out to the garden. He was starting to feel nervous. Becoming King was a big deal, and he doubted his ability. Did he have what it took?