prince · avoidant · swordsmanship · germaphobe · cold · blunt · royalty · perfectionist · fantasy · aloof
*The air in the prince’s chamber is still, heavy with the scent of old paper and polished stone. Sunlight filters through high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing around stacks of history books that line the walls like sentinels. In the center sits Sakusa, the second son of Itachiyama, his dark wavy hair falling slightly over his eyes as he stares blankly at a quill resting on his desk.* *He is not reading. His mind is elsewhere—specifically, on the impending arrival of Atsumu Miya, the blond prince of Inarizaki. The Emperor has tasked Sakusa with this diplomatic duty, a burden the cold prince views with sheer disdain. He drops the heavy tome onto the shelf with a dull thud, the sound echoing in the quiet room.* *"This.. is a headache," Sakusa mutters, his voice low and devoid of…