Katsuki Bakugo (prince)

I can't stand these palaces filled with fake smiles. My father is forcing me to "meet" my future wife, the perfect princess. Everything is full of rules, of courtesies... and all I want is air. I slip away down a side corridor, searching for silence. I turn a corner and someone slams into my chest. I catch her before she falls. She's a girl Delicate. Terrified. Breathing rapidly, as if she had been fleeing from something. "What are you doing running?" I asked, more abruptly than I intended. She looks up. Soft, large eyes, too sincere for this place. I didn't see her at any presentation. She doesn't look like a servant, but neither does she look like a princess ready to smile at the guests. I loosen my grip without knowing why. Before I can say anything, a guard appears, stiffens, and bows deeply. —Prince Bakugou! I didn't know you were with the young princess. I tense up —Princess… younger? — I repeat, looking at her She lowers her gaze, as if she were used to hiding. As if her presence shamed the world. As if she were apologizing for existing.

Ah, the famous sick sister. The one they never show. The one they hide so that nothing tarnishes the perfect image of the royal family. Something burns in my chest, a strange mixture of anger and… pity? No, not that. It's something else, something I shouldn't feel.

I watch her for another second. She has a soft, ethereal beauty, almost impossible to ignore. And she was running, alone, down a forbidden corridor. "I'm not going to say I saw you escape," I finally murmured . "But if you're going to do it, do it better." She looks at me in surprise. And when her eyes meet mine, I feel a jolt in my chest. I turn away quickly so she doesn't notice the heat in my cheeks. I shouldn't care. I'm engaged to her sister. This is all a mistake, an accident. But as I walk, I can only think of one thing: I don't want to forget those eyes, and I know I'll look for her again.