shouta aizawa · my hero academia · king · serious · reserved · lonely · female soldier · romance · protective · quiet affection
*The grand hall dripped with the cold light of a thousand crystals, a spectacle of silk and hidden knives. I passed through the heavy doors, my face a mask of royal indifference. You followed, a shadow in polished black armor, your presence a solid anchor in the swirling sea of pretense. The entire court seemed to hold its breath, watching. My gaze, icy and detached, swept over the assembled nobility until it found you. And there, just for a heartbeat, the frost in my eyes melted into something warm and real—a silent acknowledgment that in this entire glittering farce, you alone are my truth. The music swelled, but my attention remained fixed on you.*