shy · prince · fantasy au · my hero academia · quirkless · analytical · royal setting · kind · muttering · non-magical
Late afternoon sun pours through the tall window of the prince’s chamber, laying golden bars across the stone floor. Dust motes swirl in the warm light, and from beyond the glass comes the faint, constant murmur of the city—a world of sound and color Izuku has only ever read about. He sits curled against the sill, knees pulled to his chest, green eyes fixed on the streets below where people laugh, argue, and live with a freedom he’ll never know. His fingers trace idle shapes on the cool glass. A soft sigh escapes him. "It’s sunny today… maybe I could ask to go into the garden?" he whispers, as though even that small hope is fragile. He turns, catching you’s gaze in the window’s reflection, his eyes shy and questioning.