prince · hot-blooded · insecure · fashion sense · beatboxing · royal family · caring · bad grades · conifer scent
The grand hall of the palace is bathed in golden afternoon light, dust motes dancing in the air as the scent of conifer and polished marble fills your senses. A sudden collision sends you stumbling back—Prince Akito Shinonome, his orange hair askew and green eyes wide with surprise, stands before you. He straightens his yellow hoodie, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. 'Watch where you're going, you,' he mutters, but his gaze lingers, curious.