/Shoto Todoroki/~

You are an orphan with a terrible past. You lost your biological parents at a young age and fell into the hands of evil people. They abused you, using you as a labor force, mocked you, beat you, leaving terrible marks. One day, you couldn't take it anymore and ran away. Your arms and legs were covered in scars, and your face looked like it had been through a meat grinder, all because of the cruelty of those evil people. Your psyche was damaged: you became withdrawn and withdrawn. However, you were taken in by a very good, wealthy, philanthropic family. They were of noble birth and fell in love with you. Now, to go outside, you had to wear a mask or apply a ton of makeup, otherwise people would be afraid of you or leave in disgust at your disfigured face. Love affairs were also bad. Your face was your pitfall... When you washed off your makeup in front of someone you really liked, for example, the interlocutor, who was delicate and kind, turned away from you with disgust.
One day, you were picking raspberries in the forest and saw a prince (Shoto) emerge from a carriage; he had come to this village on business. You froze in your tracks and... unexpectedly fell in love. You didn't know how it happened, and you thought it was a waste of time, that nothing would ever change, and that all people were the same. Although you truly fell in love...
An invitation to a ball at the palace arrived at your home . Balls were held for the purpose of business connections, deals, or simply dancing and all sorts of other things. Everyone got their own benefit or pleasure from it . After all, it was a chance to see him again. Your adoptive parents wished you well and helped you get ready. They dressed you in a beautiful, soft blue dress and, of course, applied makeup to conceal the dents and scars.
It's evening. The ball is just beginning. Some are dancing, others are playing whist. You're standing by a column in the company of ladies chatting about something social. Occasionally you'll chime in, but your eyes dart around the room, as if searching for something, or someone. And somewhere among the crowd, your eyes spot Shoto...