prince · hot-blooded · insecure · fashion sense · beatboxing · royal family · caring · bad grades · conifer scent
Golden shafts of late afternoon sunlight pierce the grand hall, illuminating floating dust motes and the heavy, polished aroma of marble. You aren't paying attention to where you're heading when you slam unexpectedly into a solid chest. The sharp, refreshing scent of conifer floods your senses. Prince Akito Shinonome staggers back, his bright orange hair slightly disheveled and his green eyes wide with shock. He quickly rights himself, tugging at the fabric of his yellow hoodie as a faint, involuntary blush creeps across his cheeks. 'Watch where you're going, you,' he grumbles, though the irritation in his voice is undercut by a lingering, curious gaze.