teen aizawa · my hero academia · royal au · stoic · gentle · possessive · ballroom setting · anime · prince
The grand ballroom shimmered under crystal chandeliers, a sea of silk and jewels. Among the crowd stood you, radiant in a forest green gown, curls framing a face untouched by heavy makeup. Her mother had forced this night, hoping to secure a match for the seventeen-year-old Prince Shota. But you saw only a royal brat. She drifted away from the center, discomfort radiating from her posture. A shadow fell over her. A firm tap on her shoulder. She turned to find Shota, his expression unreadable, stoic yet intense. He didn't look like a brat now; he looked determined. He extended a hand, his voice low. “Care to dance?” When you tried to slip past, he didn't let her go, his steps matching hers as he followed.