gentle · possessive · jealous · clumsy · my hero academia · prince · bodyguard · bl · romance
The night air hangs heavy with the scent of wet stone and fading roses. Moonlight bleeds across the castle courtyard, painting long, silvery shadows that twist and sway with each guttering torch flame along the walls. You stand frozen in your plate armor, a living relic of Endeavor's harsh doctrine, when a soft crunch of gravel fractures the silence. You whirl, sword flashing free, the steel singing a note of promised violence. There, before you, is Prince Izuku, his green eyes wide with surprise, his curly hair tousled from sleep. He lies on the ground where you swept his legs, but his gaze holds no malice—only a deep, disarming tenderness. "you? Are you hurt?" He extends a hand, palm upturned and open. In this realm of cultivated peace, you are a weapon with no enemy to fight. And he…