#izukuxreader

It was fascinating, watching his irises turn into a shade of dark lust, his locks splayed on the pillow, lying on the bed with his mouth parted slightly.

One of his hands gripped the fatness of my ass, while the other gripped my tit, as I rode his cock like my life depended on it.

The hand on my tit, he brought to my back and pulled me towards him, as he captured one of my buds in his mouth, sucking and biting on the supple mounds. As he ravished my breasts, the hand on my back was brought to my clit, as he drove me closer and closer to climax.

His bruising grip on my hip kept me steady while I bounced on his cock, too drunk off the pleasure he was giving me. The way his cock stretched my insides was nothing like I had ever experienced before.

As I came undone on his cock, he emptied his load inside of me, filling me with his warm cum. As I lay beside him, my hands playing with his soft hair while he caressed my nipples, I think of the day when I first realised my feelings for him, for my boss.

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CEO!x fem!reader

Tw: Mentions of death/Villain Character/Manipulation/Blood.

Cw: Angst.

“Will you die for me..again.”

-Izuku looks over at you. His hands put together and his fingers nails digging deep into his knuckles, you were staring down at the hard cold concrete floor in front of you. Your hands shaking slightly and your heart slowly picking up a fast pace, aching, you place your right hand on your chest and squeeze.

“You said..that I wouldn’t have to do this again. I don’t want to die, I don’t want to go through the pain anymore Izuku. You said we’d be together forever.”

-He continues to stare at you, you start to fidget slightly, your eye suddenly twitches. But Izuku stands, not breaking his stare to kneel down in front of you, pulling out his knife to place besides you.

“I wouldn’t break our promise..but making a deal with the devil isn’t easy my dear..I understand your afr-“

-You’d look directly into Izuku’s eyes in disbelief and slight fear. He shuts himself up and gives a shit eating grin, chuckling slightly. After a second of silence, you stand up, slowly..hearing your bones pop slightly from sitting on the ground for too long.

“Well I want to break our promise. I don’t want to be with you izuku.”

-You’d stand up straight and turn your back on him, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes. Does he really think you’ll fall for him all over again in another painful life after this one? He made you take your life two times already, what makes you think it’ll work this time?.

-You’re thoughts were flooding through your mind, making you sigh and rub your forehead with your middle and index fingers. Izuku eyes were burning through the back of your head, making a shiver go up your spine.

-Just when you were about to turn around, Izuku grabs his knife and lunges at you, grabbing your waist in a powerful grip and fast move. He starts dragging you out of the cold concrete room and up the stairs. You began to kick and scream, wailing your arms around and trying to turn and fight your way out of his grip.

-He continues to drag you up the stairs, throwing you down against the wooden floor once’s you’ve reached the top of the steps.

You groan from the hard impact, quickly getting up on your knees to knock him down by putting all your weight into hitting his kneecap and shoving yourself on top of him.

-Izuku laughs before placing his hand on your face and shoving you down against the wooden floor again, pinning you down with both of his hands. Both of you breathing heavily, your heart pounding out of your chest and aching, sweat dripping down the sides of Izuku’s face.

“Stop being a nasty brat and do it dear. I promised you..this’ll be the last time, and we will be together forever..trust me on this.”

“Never you fucking scumbag.” You’d say before turning a bit to spit in his face and groan from the heavy weight pushing you down.

-Before Izuku could say something else, you banged your head against the hard wooden floor as tears flowed down your cheeks, he quickly moved away, staring at you in confusion.

-You hated him so much. But why did you still want to take that knife and end it for his love once again?. What was the purpose of him doing this ritual for you both to live forever when you wanted to die. Without ever seeing his face again.

“Fine..I’ll do it.”

-Izuku gives a small smile, standing up and putting his hand out for you. You’d take it and stand up slowly. Avoiding eye contact.

“There’s my lovely [Readers name].” Izuku says.

-He pulls out his knife by the blade and slowly hands it over to you, hesitating a bit, you grab the knife and stare down at it. It was dull and grey, you couldn’t see your reflection neither.

“If I do this..we will be together, for forever as you say izuku?”

“Yeah dear. I promise.”

-He steps forward towards you, pulling you into a tight hug, you feel his warmth and pull your arms around his neck. Breathing out a shaky breath..and your heart beating faster than it was before..aching and booming in your chest, you grip the knifes handle and stab the back of izuku’s head.

-There was a pause, dead silence. Your breath hitched before you shoved the knife in deeper and pulled it out. Before Izuku’s body dropped to the floor in slow motion. You grab onto his collar and start stabbing him again in his forehead and neck. Quietly..not making a sound..you let go.

-The knife crashed down to the floor before Izuku’s body dropped to make a loud thumping noise. You back away slowly and stare down at his lifeless body, laughing slightly. Dropping down onto your knees and bitting at your fingernails aggressively.

“I finally did it..I’m finally out of your fucking grip.” You’d whisper softly.

....

“What did you say Dear?”

-You’d open your eyes, looking around the room in confusion. You were still on the cold concrete floor, legs stretched out, your back and arms leaning up against the wall.

-Looking up slowly to see izuku standing in front of you with his knife, holding it out for you to take it.

“How are you..”

“Hm? How am I? Well I’m feeling amazing dear..you just said you’d die for me once more..I promise you. It will work this time.”

“Oh..yeah. That promise..”

-You slowly grip the knife by its handle, pulling it up to your neck to end it all. Your hands start to shake, tears slowly dripping down your cheeks in fear and confusion. You’d drop the knife and pull your knees up to your chest to cry softly.

“I can’t do it, I don’t want to die anymore..”

-Your sobs filled the room, body shivering from the coldness and fear. Izuku leans down, pulling you up by the wrist and grabbing his knife with the other hand.

“Don’t cry my dear, just think of all of the things we will be able to do when we both get to be together for forever.. and never get to leave by each other’s side.”

-He cups your face to lift it up, placing the knife in your hand. For a second you pull the knife up to your neck, having your tears come down and drip down your cheeks again. He leans in to kiss you gently on the lips, your heart starts aching from the hard Thumping in your chest.

-But when you were about to drop the knife, izuku pushes your hand for the knife to go through the side of your neck. Blood slowly oozing out, and causing you to cough it up.

-Izuku pulls away and smiles, stroking the side of your cheek in happiness.

Izuku

Izuku does all the geeky research in the world on samoyed

Realises there is nothing to fear and they are actually really sociable and adorable

He doesn’t get enough of playing with the dog

He even kind of co-parents her with you

Takes her out on walks or runs

She likes him a lot and licks his face all the time

You love hearing him giggle when that happens

Katsuki

Bakugou tries to act like he isn’t a sucker for the dog

Fails miserably

You have caught him plenty of times talking to her in a soothing voice and petting her

He gives her dog food when you are not looking

Won’t hesitate to take care of her if she is ever sick

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~Y/N’s POV~

As I walked into class, I was met with the normal setting. Iida was making his hand-chopping movements towards Bakugou, 

who had his feet up on the desk. Mina, Jiro, Hagakure, Tsu and Ochako were all sitting in a circle gossiping about the latest crush they heard about or what new fashion line was on the market. I smiled and walked over to my set which was next to one of my best friends, Izuku Midoriya’s. Midoriya was doing what he normally did, updating his hero notebook and muttering incoherent words. I smiled at my childhood friend. He was staring off into space, thinking about something. I decided to say hello to him. 

“Good morning, Izu-chan.” I said. “Izu-chan” was and still is my nickname for him. Izuku looked shyly at me and smiled. 

“G-good morning, Y/N-chan. How are you this morning?” He asked. I smiled, setting my bag down next to my desk and taking out my notebook and pencil for class. 

“I’m doing alright, I’m just tired. I spent most of the night training to use my quirk and not explode when my emotions get the better of me,” I laughed nervously, scratching the back of my head. While most kids and Pro-heroes had one quirk, I had four-in-one. You see, my quirk is called Elemental. Elemental allows me to control all four of the elements, water, earth, fire and air. I was also able to control the sub-elements of each one. When I say, ‘blow up’, I don’t actually blow up. Whenever I get sad, angry or my body is put under a great deal of stress, I go into what I call, ‘Un-Zone’. When I enter Un-Zone, my eyes glow white, I am unable to hear those around me and my control over the elements goes bonkers, meaning I can control them, but I can also cause damage to my surroundings and my friends. The only way for me to get out of that state, is for my teacher, Mr. Aizawa, to cancel my quirk or to have someone touch me and slowly talk me out of it. “Anyway, how are you doing?” I asked Izuku, smiling. Izuku smiled back. 

“W-well, I’m still working on trying to control my quirk, trying not to break all of my bones.” He said, chuckling. Just then, the door slid open and our teacher who looks like he never gets enough sleep walked in. He lazily looked around. 

“Alright class,”  he said, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Settle down and get into your seats. Bakugou, get your feet off the desks,” Aizawa said, glaring slightly at the poor tempered Pomeranian. Bakugou scowled but did so anyway. Aizawa looked back to the class. “Alright, I know this is of short notice, but we have a new student joining the Hero Course of Class 1-A,” he said. A buzz of excitement rang out in the class. Aizawa’s eyes glowed red and his hair flew up. 

This caused the class to shut up. “I didn’t say start talking,” he said. His eyes returned to their normal color and his hair fell. “Anyway, this student is from the General Department of Class 1-C,” he turned to the door, which was still open. “Come on in.” He said. The student walked in, and a series of gasps echoed throughout. I looked at the student. It was Hitoshi Shinso. 

I often trained with him and Mr. Aizawa on gaining control of my quirk. Hitoshi raised a hand in greeting. Like Mr. Aizawa, Hitoshi looked like he didn’t get enough sleep at all. 

“Hello, my name is Hitoshi Shinso and I recently transferred from the General Class of 1-C.” He said in a bored tone. Aizawa looked at the rest of the class. 

“I expect you to show him respect and treat him like you would any of your other classmates,” he glared at Bakugou. “And if you even think about wanting to prove to him that you are better, I will send you down to the Principle’s and you will spend the rest of the day there, got it,” Aizawa said. Bakugou growled and looked away. Aizawa looked at Hitoshi. “You can go and sit next to L/N. L/N, please raise your hand,” Aizawa said. I did so, giving a shy smile. Hitoshi smiled slightly at seeing me. With his bag in hand, Hitoshi made his way to  the empty seat next to me. Once he was sitting, Aizawa took out his yellow sleeping bag. “There really isn’t anything for us to do today, so make yourselves comfortable. Class Rep,” Iida looked up. “Introduce Shinso to the class and make sure to keep it down.” With that, Aizawa retreated into his sleeping bag. 

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~Izuku’s POV~

I was doing what I always did when I got into the class. I sat down and took out my hero notebook, updating the facts about either my classmates or other heroes I took notes on. My eyes stopped at the drawing I had of Y/N. Her Hero costume wasn’t anything flashy, it consisted of a light and dark red crop top and a light and dark red skirt that went down to just above her ankles. I blushed slightly, smiling. I always admired her. She was so kind to everyone, even Ka-chan who probably didn’t deserve it because he was like the class bully. Her quirk was amazing! Being able to control all of the el*-ements was like something out of a comic. She was even able to control metal, lava and heal people! However, she was often considered to be better as a villain because when her emotions get the better of her, she goes into her Un-Zone state. Her Un-Zone state is kind of scary, I’m not gonna lie. The only times I’ve seen her go into that state is when the USJ was attacked by Villains. Mr. Aizawa had gotten injured very badly by the Nomu, and when she saw that happening, she lost control and went into her Un-Zone state. She almost teared the whole place apart if it weren’t for the other teachers getting here and Midnight calming her down. She went into her Un-Zone state again when Ka-chan was kidnapped by the League of Villains. She was almost able to save him, but Kurogiri warped them away. This caused Y/N to go into her Un-Zone state, only to be calmed down by Mr. Aizawa after he erased her Quirk for a little bit. After that, she swore she would do better to not go into her Un-Zone state again and cause pain for those around her. 

I didn’t even realize that someone was sitting next to me until my name was spoken. 

“Good morning, Izu-chan.” Someone said. I jumped and looked to my left side. There, sitting in her desk, was my best friend and slightly crush, L/N Y/N. “Izu-chan” was and still is her nickname for me. I looked shyly at her and smiled. 

“G-good morning, Y/N-chan. How are you this morning?” I asked. Y/N  smiled, setting her bag down next to her desk and taking out her notebook and pencil for class. 

“I’m doing alright, I’m just tired. I spent most of the night training to use my quirk and not explode when my emotions get the better of me,” she laughed nervously, scratching the back of my head. “Anyway, how are you doing?” She asked me, smiling. I smiled back. 

“W-well, I’m still working on trying to control my quirk, trying not to break all of my bones.” I said, chuckling. Y/N was only of the only students who knew about One for All and All Might, besides All Might himself. I trusted her with my life and she promised to keep it a secret. She even talked to All Might about it and he said that it was fine for her to know, just as long as she kept it a secret. Just then, the door slid open and our teacher who looks like he never gets enough sleep walked in. He lazily looked around. 

“Alright class,” he said, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Settle down and get into your seats. Bakugou, get your feet of the desks,” Aizawa said, glaring slightly at my best friend turned bully. Ka-chan scowled but did so anyway. Aizawa looked back to the class. “Alright, I know this is of short notice, but we have a new student joining the Hero Course of Class 1-A,” he said. A buzz of excitement rang out in the class. Aizawa’s eyes glowed red and his hair flew up. This caused the class to shut up. “I didn’t say start talking,” he said. His eyes returned to their normal color and his hair fell. “Anyway, this student is from the General Department of Class 1-C,” he turned to the door, which was still open. “Come on in.” He said. The student walked in, and a series of gasps echoed throughout. I looked at the student. It was Hitoshi Shinso. I remember going against him in the Sports Festival. He used his brainwashing quirk on me and I was able to break out of it and win. Hitoshi raised a hand in greeting. Like Mr. Aizawa, Hitoshi looked like he didn’t get enough sleep at all. “Hello, my name is Hitoshi Shinso and I recently transferred from the General Class of 1-C.” He said in a bored tone. Aizawa looked at the rest of the class. “I expect you to show him respect and treat him like you would any of your other classmates,” he glared at Ka-chan. “And if you even think about wanting to prove to him that you are better, I will send you down to the Principle’s and you will spend the rest of the day there, got it,” Aizawa said. Bakugou growled and looked away. Aizawa looked at Hitoshi. “You can go and sit next to L/N. L/N, please raise your hand,” Aizawa said. Y/N did so, giving a shy smile. Hitoshi smiled slightly at seeing her. I frowned at that. No one was allowed to smile at her like that except me. My eyes widened slightly. What was I thinking? Why do I suddenly have this weird feeling that I don’t like Hitoshi smiling at Y/N? With his bag in hand, Hitoshi made his way to the empty seat next to me. Once he was sitting, Aizawa took out his yellow sleeping bag. “There really isn’t anything for us to do today, so make yourselves comfortable. Class Rep,” Iida looked up. “Introduce Shinso to the class and make sure to keep it down.” With that, Aizawa retreated into his sleeping bag. It was then that I realized that I like Y/N. More than just a friend. I decided that I was going to tell her how I feel after school today, before I go and train with All Might. 

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~Hitoshi’s POV~

When the old man told me that I was going to be transferred into the Hero Course of Class 1-A, I was beyond excited. This was my chance to show all those who said my quirk was villainous that my quirk was that of a hero! When I also found out that my new friend, L/N Y/N, was in that class as well, my excitement heightened. Since she had started training with the old man and I to try and control her quirk, I became fast friends with her. Just like my quirk, her quirk was considered to be used for villainy because it seemed to cause more harm than good. But I thought her quirk was amazing. Being able to control all four of the elements AND sub-elements seemed beyond cool. Each time, Aizawa would lightly insult her and she would start to get angry. Her eyes would start to flash white, and then Aizawa would tell her to fight the urge to go into her ‘Un-Zone’ state as she called it. Today, Aizawa was working on training her, I just sat behind and watched. Y/N sent blasts of air at Aizawa. Being skilled in dodging, he did so. 

“Is that all you got?” He taunted. She gritted her teeth and sent a water whip his way, attempting to wrap the water around his ankle and slam him on the ground. Aizawa used his capture weapon and struck her wrist. She yelped in slight pain and it caused her to loose her form. “Come on! This is pathetic! I know you can do much better than this!” He shouted. Y/N’s eyes flashed white. Seeing this, I became worried. I didn’t want Mr. Aizawa’s taunts to get too out of hand and cause her to go into her Un-Zone state. 

“SHUT UP!” She shouted. Her eyes were flickering between e/c and white. 

“Fight it, L/N! Fight the urge to let it take over,” he shouted. Sweat was pouring down her face at her efforts to keep the Un-Zone state at bey. She failed and her face remained expressionless. She started to float into the air. Aizawa looked at me. “Shinso! Try to control her with your capture weapon while I erase her quirk!” Aizawa shouted. I nodded and used the fabric to wrap around her form. I pulled and tried to get her to the ground. She was really strong in her Un-Zone state. 

“Y/N,” I shouted. “Y/N! Can you hear me? It’s alright! You know that Mr. Aizawa is just trying to help you!” I shouted. Maybe if I was able to reach her with my words then she would be able to calm down. That clearly wasn’t working, so Mr. Aizawa erased her quirk. I unwrapped my capture weapon and rushed under her, catching her in my arms as she fell. Aizawa sighed. 

“That’s enough for today. Shinso, take care of her and then get cleaned up. I’ll see you both in class.” He said. I nodded and waited until she felt better to clean up. She headed to school before me and I went a few minutes after.

~Time Skip~ 

I waited outside the door for Mr. Aizawa to tell me to come in. I was kind of confident, but I also didn’t want the other classes to think I was going to be all high and mighty now that I was transferred into 1-A. I saw Mr. Aizawa gesture to me. 

“Come on in.” He said. I took a deep breath and walked in. As I did, I heard a series of gasps echoing throughout. I looked out at the students. My eyes caught sight of familiar green hair. Izuku Midoriya. I remembered going against him in the Sports Festival. I used my brainwashing quirk on him and he was able to break out of it somehow and win against me. I raised a hand in greeting.  

“Hello, my name is Hitoshi Shinso and I recently transferred from the General Class of 1-C.” I said in a bored tone. Aizawa looked at the rest of the class. 

“I expect you to show him respect and treat him like you would any of your other classmates,” he glared at the kid who looked like a Pomeranian who needed some serious anger management. “And if you even think about wanting to prove to him that you are better, I will send you down to the Principle’s and you will spend the rest of the day there, got it,” Aizawa said. Pomeranian growled and looked away. Aizawa looked at me. “You can go and sit next to L/N. L/N, please raise your hand,” Aizawa said. Y/N did so, giving a shy smile. I smiled slightly at seeing her. I saw Midoriya frown as I smiled at her. I smirked slightly to myself. I knew he liked her, but so did it. I wasn’t going to let him have her. With my bag in hand, I made my way to the empty seat next to her. Once I was sitting, Aizawa took out his yellow sleeping bag. “There really isn’t anything for us to do today, so make yourselves comfortable. Class Rep,” the kid with the glasses who always made comical, robotic movements with his hands and arms looked up. “Introduce Shinso to the class and make sure to keep it down.” With that, Aizawa retreated into his sleeping bag. I knew I like Y/N. More than just a friend. I decided that I was going to tell her how I feel after school today, before I go home and stay up all night studying for the Hero Course.

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~Y/N’s POV~

I noticed two separate notes on my desk. Confused, I picked one up and read it. 

‘Y/N’, the note started. ‘Meet me out on the field after school. There is something really important that I need to talk to you about. ~S’. My brow furrowed. S? That could only mean that was Shinso who wrote the note. I set the note from Shinso down and picked up the other one. ‘Y-Y/N, t-there’s something I really need to talk to you about. Please meet me at the field after school. ~I’  Izu to? Hmm, that’s weird. I shrugged and shouldered my backpack and headed out to the field to meet the two boys. 

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~Third-Person POV~

Izuku was waiting patiently on the field. He knew that if he was caught, he would be sent straight home, but he needed to tell Y/N his true feelings. He was worried that Shinso would try and steal her away from him. The sound of feet approaching caught his attention. He smiled, thinking it was Y/N, but froze and frowned at seeing Shinso. The purple haired boy also froze, glaring at the boy who beat him in the Sports Festival. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” Shinso asked. Izuku frowned. 

“I-I could ask you the same thing.” He said. Shinso sighed, rubbing the back of his head in irritation. 

“I’m here because I need to talk to Y/N about something important.” Shinso said. 

“Well that’s why I’m here as well,” he said. Izuku’s eyes narrowed. “You’re going to ask Y/N out, aren’t you.” He stated. Shinso rolled his eyes. 

“Well duh. It seems like you’re also here to do the same.” He said. Izuku nodded. 

“That’s right.” He said. A pair of feet caught the boys’ attention. They saw Y/N walking around the corner. She looked up and was surprised by what she saw. 

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~Y/N’s POV~

I rounded the corner and looked up. I gasped slightly in surprise. There stood both Shinso and Izuku. I walked up to them. 

“Guys, what’s this all about?” I asked. Shinso sighed. He stepped forward. I saw a momentary panic in Izu’s eyes. 

“Y/N,” Shinso started. He had his eyes closed. He opened them and held his hand out. “I can’t hold it in anymore.” He said. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Hold what in?” I asked. Shinso looked me straight in the eyes. 

“Y/N, I like you, and not in a friend way,” he said. I gasped, my eyes widening. Okay, this is not what I had expected. “Your personality, your kindness, the way you never give up, all of those qualities drew me to you.” He said. I stared at Shinso, eyes wide and a blush spreading across my cheeks. I saw a look of determination come across Izuku’s face. He stepped up as well. 

“Well, if he has confessed, I might as well,” he said. “Y/N, I’ve known you since we were kids. I liked you the moment I first saw you. Your bubbly and childish personality, your strength and determination, and your beauty never cease to amaze me,” he said. 

“Y/N,” they said at the same time. “Please, will you become my lover.” They said. I chuckled and looked down. They both looked confused. 

“You’re both idiots,” I said quietly. I looked up smiling. “You both have been so blinded by your feelings that you haven’t even realized that I like the both of you and the only way I’ll be your lover, is if I can date the both of you. If you Shinso,” I looked at my friend. “Are willing to be my tough boy, and you Izu,” Shinso smirked slightly. I looked at my childhood friend. “Are willing to be my cute boy.”  I said. Shinso chuckled and walked up. He wrapped his arms around my waist, hugging me from behind. 

“That doesn’t sound too bad,” he looked at Izuku. “What about you, Midoriya?” He asked. Izu smiled and walked up, pulling the both of us in for a hug. 

“I can deal with that.” He said. I smiled. I now have the two people I fell in love with, My tough and cute. 

BNHA X READER

Fantasy AU

This is chapter 1. Read the rest on FFNET, AO3 or Wattpad!!

There was a great white palace that was impossible to not catch eye of peering over a fog blanketed summit, where King Enji, Prince Shoto, and Enji's other children resided. Many knights guarded the palace and served under the King, and (Y/n) was one of them.

She was born and raised to become a warrior and serve for one in a higher position. It was something of a family tradition for the women to become something of the sort. Her father was more of a businessman, her grandfather a chauffeur, while her mother was a dragon hunter, and her grandmother also a knight, though not quite so skilled.

Although (Y/n) didn't have the natural talent her female family did when it came to fighting, she tried her best and eventually earned the respect of many skilled warriors in the Kingdom of Yuuei. Every day, she seemed to learn something new in the art of combat, while dedicating her life to the protection of Prince Shoto.

Only few, including her, knew of the corruption underlying King Enji and his family. The blatant favoritism when it came to King Enji choosing his heir went overlooked and uncontested in the community due to his outstanding reputation.

On the road not too far off from the great palace was a white horse. (Y/n) the knight handled the frantic animal attached to the carriage as if it was nothing, and Prince Shoto watched carefully as if he would learn just by watching her armor covered hands move the reins.

"How far is this kingdom?" he asked.

"If you fall asleep, it'll feel like nothing," the knight's voice was echoey and serious inside the steel helm.

"So it's far." Shoto sighed and his eyes fluttered closed as well, sinking into his seat just a bit. "All I must do is speak with this noble's daughter, correct? And then I may go home?"

"Yes. I've forgotten her full name, but your own father is considering a marriage between you two," (Y/n) replied without hesitation.

"I- what?" Shoto blinked. "Why hasn't he told me this?"

There was no response.

"Why do you know, but not me?"

(Y/n) stayed silent, and only swallowed nervously.

"Ah," Shoto sighed. "I see. You weren't supposed to say that."

"Please don't tell King Enji I said anything.." (Y/n) squeaked, not befitting for a warrior graced with the strongest armor and sharpest sword in the kingdom.

"Don't worry about it.." Shoto's voice lowered as he turned his head to the side, watching the trees rapidly pass by him, his hair covering some of his view as a frown made its way to his face. (Y/n) turned her head away from the road for a second to make sure Shoto was alright, and something in his expression flicked a switch in her.

"I.. You know, he isn't sure. It's just to see if she's up to his standards, I guess. Not a guarantee-"

"Won't you get in trouble if you keep talking?" Shoto said with his usual dead tone, but he was just a bit relieved on the inside. He had no intention on marrying anyone, and being forced to would further destroy the already unbearable relationship between him and his father.

(Y/n) nodded without a sound and focused her eyes on the road from then on. But then Shoto pouted. He wanted to know more.

"How do you feel about this?" Shoto asked. "This.. marriage."

(Y/n) hesitated for a moment before answering. "This.. is what the King wants, so there isn't much I can do about it. I just don't agree with it, per say... It's not right..."

"That's all I needed to know," Shoto replied.

(Y/n) always wondered what was going on inside of Shoto's mind, and that moment was no exception. He was an enigma. She didn't blame him for being cold at times, however.

She also wasn't particularly so sure about that area. She hadn't been to their destination before, so she simply trusted her instincts and a ripped map to take her and Prince Shoto there.

Being trusted with such an important figure in the kingdom gave her stomach butterflies. As she began to feel a smile free itself from under her helmet, the carriage came to a sudden halt, throwing both (Y/n) and Shoto forwards.

"Step out slowly. Keep your hands in the air and don't try anything," said a voice, and a battle axe was pointed at the pair. Three, to be exact, one for each silhouette.

(Y/n) knew better than to reach for her halberd, and reassured Shoto with a quick, soft metal touch to his shoulder, slowly leaving the white carriage. "You're challenging someone with armor and a weapon while you're bare? I hope you know that you won't be leaving with the Prince."

"Oh, we don't care about the Prince. We just happened to hear from someone that you're carrying a lot of money in that carriage to offer the daughter of that noble," said a different man, presumably a second bandit. "But we may have to kill him if you resist. There's three of us, and only one has to get close to him. Your armor means nothing."

The third bandit made his way behind the carriage, closer to the Prince, just in case. Shoto gave (Y/n) a look, though she couldn't tell, facing away from him. She was already sweating in her armor from the sun and quite worn out from training, so this wasn't the ideal situation for her. And yet, she didn't downplay herself.

The knight lifted the front of her helm, exposing her face, riddled with sweat. "Yes, there is money. There's a bag next to where the Prince is sitting," (Y/n) said, taking the chance to look at Shoto. He shook his head, as if reading her mind, diverting his gaze to the bandits, his hands inching closer to his sword by the second.

"Before you go and do that," (Y/n) said, stopping the second bandit from walking past her, "Who gave you this information? Only us, the King and the noble were informed of this."

"I won't say. You'd have them executed. They're a big help, so we can't have that," he said, and smiled. (Y/n) cursed mentally. Was it one person, and the bandit refused to reveal their gender, or is it another group of people?

As the second man placed his foot on the edge of the carriage, (Y/n) halberd left it's holster, its tip barely making its way to the second man's neck before the edge of an axe was placed dangerously close to Shoto's neck as well.

"You're risking the life of your Prince? I don't understand you. Some knight you are," said the second bandit.

"I apologize," (Y/n) said, moving her halberd away from his neck.

"Thank you for the distraction," Shoto said, and before anyone could process it, blood fell down like a fountain to dirt. The second bandit tried to speak, only to cough up blood. "Speaking with a sword through your heart proves to be difficult, doesn't it?"

The loud thud of the large man hitting the floor made even the knight flinch, watching the man writhe in agony, holding his fist weakly against his heart for his last few moments. She then realized; she wasn't doing anything to help whatsoever.

"Fuck!" The other men had tried vigilantly to swing their axes at the Prince, who jumped back off of the carriage. It seemed that they had completely forgotten about the money, and focused their attention on the death of the Prince.

The knight missed her attack, but they couldn't even reach the Prince before a clean slice to their necks were delivered by who they were trying so desperately to kill. They went into a stiff paralysis and fell over, holding their necks and drowning in their own blood.

(Y/n) could only stand there mesmerized, lowing her bloody halberd, almost forgetting to wipe the acidic substance coating it.

She was also, frankly, ashamed.

The blood on her halberd wasn't because she had killed them, saving the Prince. It was splatter from the Prince having to defend himself with an incompetent knight by his side.

"I assume we'll have to reschedule this little trip," Shoto said, wiping some blood off of the edge of his lips and softly running his fingers through the docile horse's mane. "Turn the carriage around."

****

Many could tell, simply by watching (Y/n)'s face in the rare times she had her helmet off, or even completely covered, simply from her body language, that she didn't enjoy working in the palace. Even Shoto could tell how much energy wearing the heavy suit and sparring with the others as training took from her each day.

No one could blame her. No one liked working for Enji Todoroki. Ask anyone in the palace for their opinion of him, and it will be some variation of 'bastard' or 'good for nothing.' Ask people outside the palace, and it will be something positive or indifferent, because they believe whatever the newspapers tell them.

Shoto had asked his knight once: "What do you think of this idea; I run away from this place and start a new life."

To which (Y/n) blinked and removed her steel helmet, a way of expressing her concern. It was then that Shoto knew she was serious. "Are you really considering this?"

Shoto only nodded. He felt often like he had said too much, basically, whenever he spoke. His father did a great job of making this point around him.

"I understand," said (Y/n), to his surprise.

He expected a, 'You're delusional. You're a rich prince with everything you could ever want!' or, 'Don't take your position for granted. I'd kill to be in your place.'

"I doubt that," Shoto replied, attempting to provoke her into speaking her mind a bit more, hoping for more encouraging words.

"I can tell why you do, my Prince," (Y/n) said. It wasn't working.

Shoto sighed. "I can't talk to anyone without them treating me like a Prince. I'm just a normal kid on the inside, damnit.." His voice was as low as a whimper, but (Y/n) could hear every syllable as they left his mouth. She pretended not to hear and kept her head down.

***

Shoto hadn't dared to enter the knight's quarters without permission once before.. but he had made up his mind that night about something.

Shoto chuckled as he saw (Y/n) with her helmet still on as she slept. He removed it as slowly as possible, and wasn't surprised to see that her face was sweating uncontrollably with rosy cheeks, and her hair messy.

He almost forgot why he was there as (Y/n) began to wake up, presumably from the sudden influx of cool, fresh air hitting her face.

Shoto held his hand out before the girl could fully awaken. "Come, I'm leaving tonight."

"Prince? What do you mean leaving? Why are you in the knight's quarters? I-"

"Just get your armor and weapons and come," Shoto put a finger to her mouth, lightly squeezing her arm. She didn't dare protest any further. If it was the Prince's will, then she was meant to follow it, no matter what. But there was something off this time. He seemed happy, in a way, for once, without smiling. Shoto helped carry parts of her armor out of the quarters while she carried her halberd, most dangerous areas facing the ground as Shoto led the way.

"So what's happening exactly?" (Y/n) asked, stuffing some leftover yen into her pocket.

Shoto only walked into his room and gestured for the knight to join him. He was already wearing what he usually did, his royal attire embroidered especially for him along with his holstered sword. "I told you, we're leaving."

"You weren't kidding..?" The knight chuckled. "I understand you want to leave this place, but think about it. Your dad will do anything to get you back-"

"I don't care. I'd like to see him try," Shoto replied coldly, polishing his weapon and slipping on a few bracelets, hiding them under his sleeve. "I'm not going to that noble's place. I'm not marrying his daughter either, so I'll have to leave before the trip is rescheduled. Easy as that."

***

"So where.. exactly.. are we going?" (Y/n) asked the Prince.

"To a certain mountain," replied he.

"You don't mean.. That one.. right?"

After a brief moment of silence, (Y/n)'s worst fears were confirmed, and her tongue began to feel heavy in her mouth. "Sir.."

"Is there a problem?" Shoto asked, looking straight ahead as he walked.

"I'm.. not sure if I can protect you, if anything happens, if that makes sense."

Shoto stopped and turned to face the knight. "What are you talking about?"

"Well.. a few days ago.. those men trying to take the money.. and how I was basically useless.. You had to do everything yourself. It doesn't make sense-"

"You were tired," Shoto interrupted her, then continued walking.

(Y/n) stood there for a moment, staring at the ground before picking up her pace to match the Prince's again, until they reached the base of the mountain.

"Why are there steps?" (Y/n) asked.

"Mount Hosu used to be a tourist attraction.. it's closed because of the dragon rumored to live here now."

(Y/n) shivered. "Dragon."

"Did you say something?"

"Nope."

They continued forward, climbing up an unholy amount of steps before it split into two different paths. One of the paths was dry and bare, while the other had a stream of water beside it.

"Just follow the river," Shoto said, and walked along the path with the stream of water.

"How come you know this place so well, Prince?" (Y/n) asked. As far as she knew, Shoto stayed locked in the castle all his life, and only left under supervision from her or another trusted knight.

"It's not Prince anymore, just Shoto," the boy dodged the question expertly.

***

It took a while, but they finally arrived at the top. (Y/n) immediately used her survival skills. (Y/n) gathered dry wood and use a spindle stick to light a small ember. Shoto tried himself but failed, only giving himself some splinters from the wood.

With the knight's guidance, Shoto successfully managed to roast a wild animal. Of course, Shoto had really understood none of it, but nodded in silence, and hoped that she would help him later.

"Now that I've helped you.." (Y/n) began to trace her finger across the dirt. "How about you teach me more about fighting? A knight should know more, if not just as much, as their Prince. It only makes sense."

Shoto hummed. "You're already known as a strong warrior. I don't believe you need extra training."

"Please?"

"I'm nothing special.. I can't really teach."

"Please?" (Y/n) pleaded.

"... Tomorrow, maybe," Shoto relented. He walked over behind a tree and took out two folded tents.

"Did you plan this or something?" the knight asked.

"I've been considering it for a while, let's say."

As they settled, a teenage boy had just finished climbing up the same steep mountain as the Prince and the Prince's close knight, and he was exhausted. Then, as he caught his breath, he repeated his goal over and over in his head; to hunt down the dragon perched somewhere on this godforsaken mountain.