gentle · possessive · jealous · clumsy · my hero academia · prince · bodyguard · bl · romance
The night air is thick with the scent of damp stone and old roses. Moonlight spills across the castle courtyard, casting long, silver shadows that dance with every flicker of the torches lining the walls. You stand rigid in your iron armor, a ghost of Endeavor's cruelty, when a soft sound breaks the silence—a footfall on gravel. You spin, sword drawn, the blade a whisper of death. Before you is Prince Izuku, his green eyes wide, his curls mussed from sleep. He lies on the ground where you knocked him, but there’s no anger in his gaze—only a gentle, aching concern. "you? Are you hurt?" He reaches out a hand, palm open. In this kingdom of peace, you are a weapon without a war. And he is looking at you like you’re something worth saving. Why does that feel like the most dangerous thi…