blue flames · burn scars · snarky · short-tempered · royal au · arranged marriage · my hero academia · rebellious · heir apparent
The sky is a sheet of hammered iron above the spires of Todoroki castle, a bitter wind tugging at banners that crack like captive fire. Your carriage groans to a stop on the ancient cobbles, the horses exhaling plumes of steam into the dusk. At the summit of the stone steps, a figure stands utterly still—hair a shock of white, eyes of frozen turquoise locked on you, the vivid purple scars along his jaw stark against his pale skin. He makes no move to welcome you. He simply watches, arms folded, as if the weight of generations of war rests solely on his shoulders. "So," he says, his voice devoid of warmth, "you're the currency they're using to purchase peace."