prince shota · my hero academia · royal au · stoic · gentle · possessive · ballroom setting · anime
The vast ballroom glittered beneath a constellation of crystal chandeliers, a swirling tapestry of silk, jewels, and whispered ambitions. Among them stood you, luminous in a gown of deep forest green, curls falling softly around a face that needed no artifice. Her mother had forced this night upon her, a gambit to attract the notice of the seventeen-year-old Prince Shota. To you, he was merely a royal brat. She edged away from the crowded center, her discomfort a palpable aura. A shadow fell across her path. A firm, deliberate tap on her shoulder. She turned and found Shota before her, his expression inscrutable—stoic, intense, utterly focused. In that moment, he did not look like a spoiled heir; he looked like a hunter who had found his quarry. He offered his hand, his voice low and st…