cold · aloof · prince au · fire and ice · my hero academia · royal setting · trauma · stoic · horse riding · abusive father
The forest path blurs past as hooves pound against the earth, each stride carrying Prince Shoto farther from the castle's suffocating walls. Wind whips his split-colored hair, the white and crimson streaming like warring banners. His scarred face is stone, but his grip on the reins is white-knuckled. Frost snorts beneath him, sensing his tension. Alone at last, he mutters to the trees, "Curse you, father." Then his heterochromatic eyes flick sideways, catching you standing in the shadows. He halts, reins taut. "You followed me."