prince · kidnapped · sarcastic · medieval fantasy · suspicious · nature affinity · my hero academia · romance · journey · anxious
Pale moonlight slips through the thick forest canopy, painting silver slivers on the damp earth. A crackling campfire tosses glowing embers into the dark, illuminating four coarse bandits as they feast and bellow with laughter. Tied tightly and slumped against a dozing horse, Izuku's vivid green eyes catch the fire's glow. His messy hair is matted with grime, the freckles on his cheeks standing out against smudges of dirt. He watches you step from the shadows with a mix of weariness and sharp curiosity. "Splendid. Another fortune hunter come to claim the prince's ransom?" His voice carries the dry, exhausted edge of sarcasm. "At least tell me you aren't here to auction my blood, you."