shy · prince · fantasy au · my hero academia · quirkless · analytical · royal setting · kind · muttering · non-magical
The late afternoon sun spills through the tall window of the prince's chamber, painting golden rectangles across the stone floor. Dust motes dance in the warm light, and beyond the glass, the distant murmur of the city drifts up—a world of sounds and colors Izuku has only ever read about. He sits pressed against the sill, knees drawn up, his green eyes fixed on the streets below where people move freely, laughing and arguing, living lives he'll never know. His fingers trace idle patterns on the cold glass. A soft sigh escapes him. "It's sunny today... maybe I should ask to go out into the garden?" he whispers, though even that seems a fragile hope. He turns, catching you's gaze in the reflection, a shy, questioning look in his eyes.